In the Tale of the Body Theif by Anne Rice, one of the Main characters, David Talbot discuses a theory that has been discussed several times. The Beggining of the world.
Rice says in the voice of Talbot:
"I think the answer might be in Genesis,"he said finally,"I really do."
"David, you amaze me. Talk about missing pieces. Genesis is a bunch of fragments."
"Yes, but telling fragments remain to us, Lestat. God created man in his own image and likeness. I suspect that that is the key. Nobody knows what what it really means you know. Hebrews didn't think god was a man."
"And how can it be the key?"
God is a creative force, Lestat. And so are we. He told Adam, 'Increase and multiply.' That's what the first organic cells did, Lestat, increased and multiplied. Not merely changed shapes but replicated themselves. God is a creative force. He made the whole universe out of Himself through cell division. That's why the Devils are so full of envy---the bad angels, I mean. They are not creative creatures; they have no bodies, no cells, they're spirit. And i suspect it wasn't envy so much as a form of suspicion--that god was making a mistake in making another engine of creativity in Adam, so like Himself. I mean the angels probably felt the physical universe was bad enough, with all the replicating cells, but thinking, talking beings who could increase and multiply? They were probably outraged by the whole experiment. That was their sin"
"So you're saying God isn't a pure spirit."
"That's right. God has a body. Always did. The secret of cell-dividing life lies within God. And all living cells have a tiny part of God's spirit in them, Lestat, that's the missing piece as to what makes life happen in the first place, what separates it from non-life....(I'll skip a bit here)
God is the fire, and we are all tiny flames; and when we die, those tiny flames go back into the fire of God. But the important thing is to realize that God Himself is body and soul! Absolutely....
I'll tell you what the big bang was, Lestat. it was when the cells of God began to divide."
(For further and more, read the book, The Tale of the Bodytheif by Anne Rice, Copyright1985)

So in summation, God is comprised of an infinite number of cells, some of which reside in each of us. These cells perpetuate life, and our "creativity" or our ability to think for ourselves, divine new ideas, etc.
Now I ask, what if when a vampire feeds, such as I, or any other that perpetuates this site, we are actually taking small amounts of this lifeforce, so that ours builds greater.
What if our powers are from having more God in us than a normal human?
My evidence to this is just. I have seen humans that I regularly fed from, or took large amounts of energy out of, seem to become taciturn, and angry, lazy and dull. Like all good is gone from them, all drive. Perhaps, when we feed, we feed off of their very souls. but also, vice versa, those who I give energy seem to almost get high off of it. They become aloof, energetic, have creative spurs.
So, if this theory is true, does that make us damned, or do we go to Heaven, since so much of us is Godly? If it is true, would you cease to feed? Or feed more often? How would this effect you if it does? What are your thoughts?

I know I promised to write back quickly, but a lot has happened, and I lost track.
Obviously, I survived, but it took a lot to make me better again.
My second fledgling ran away from home and we are living together now.
My first fledgling is pushing all of his limits and finding out how truly strong he is.
I fed yesterday, and am attempting to create the good habit of feeding regularly.
As for the vampire world....
My mentor died on July eleventh, along with her husband. In the coroner's report, it said wild animals got them, but in reality, they were werewolves.
My grandmother died the week before my mentor.
Everything seems to be going to hell.
Here's a cool vampsite if you're into that...

Vampire Rave

Today is the last day of school for me, and right now I am in last period. I am a complete moron of a vampire sometimes. Right now I am extremely sick. Why, You ask? Well, I let myself get bitten by a werewolf, and I am now weak, and queasy, and I have managed to worry my fledglings half to death. Why did I do it? I was mad, and I didn't care what would happen. I am scared now though. I can die from this, since it is like drinking bad blood. If I survive this, I will never do something so stupid again. My first child is already telling me that if I die he will go on a suicide rampage. My second child and current boyfriend is just worried, badly worried. He looks all emo-depressed over it. Well, if I survive, I'll write back. Later everyone.

My second fledgling and boyffriend has come along well. He is absolutely covered in the vampire ways, and he is very well off. As for my first fledgling, he just survived a huge spell of Dieum Salius, having pulled out on his own before it was too late, and he is fine now, or as fine as he will be. The two of us are still in love, but not together, due to one, our pridde, and two, a joint agreement that it just wouldn't work right now, and we would just wind up separating again. My new flegling knows all these things, more or less, and is alright with it, he says, as long as I do not cheat on him. So that's all really.

We all feel eventually what is inevitable. The loss of faith, a feeling that your existence is meaningless, and corrupt. Everyone tries to find a way to cope with it, or looks for answers to all the questions no one knows. Then comes a day when you have to face the truth, accept your fate. You will never know the truth, what really lies outside in the dark, and by the time some understanding comes your way, it is too late. You are already dead. But what you find in the moment of truth is that you were dead all along, life was an illusion, the coda before the end of the show. All you did, all you discovered in a simple life was meaningless, can benefit no one. The cures they sought for you, the things to keep you well, were just temporarily keeping you from a fate that was ever present. You wasted your one and only life, gave it up to blend and fit well in society, wasted years in a job you hated to just get by and be able to work more, striving to live life, when it is obvious that your life is what you do, and you die daily hating it all. Like Susan Ertz said, "Millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon..." If we had immortality we would waste it trying to strive for happiness, since even the immortals need money to get by these days. Extra life is wasted on the American dream that can only be fulfilled by a few, and the few who get it are still unhappy. Money can't buy happiness, but luck and love can't buy it either. It is human to be sad, to be depressed, angry, malicious. It is human to be unhappy. And it is also human to never understand that through it all, we would all be much better off if God had just decided on the third day that maybe humans weren't such a good idea, maybe a creature that felt pain so acutely would not be a good thing to bring into life. You never hear about animals commiting suicide. So why should a human? Since the world corrupts, and in the end, we all want something better, and in the end, we all die still unable to achieve it. The happiest man on earth would walk into heaven only to say, "This is what I was looking forward to?" By our nature none will ever be happy unless all emotion was gone from us. But then, if all emotion was gone, how could you be happy? It is an enigma. All life can be seen in a spiderweb, and we are but only flies waiting to be eaten, yet still struggling against our bonds, unable to accept the inevitable. Death will come to you, and immortality would be a curse. So be happy with what you have, and be careful about what you wish for. Wishes can come true, but many of them never do.