Snow White Queen in İstanbul

Evanescence is visiting İstanbul on the second leg of their world tour. Right after the concerts held in Russia and Greece, the band will perform on 24th of June 2007, at 9PM in Kurucesme Arena, İstanbul. Amy Lee, the “Snow White Queen” of Gothic Rock will meet her fans in Turkey for the first time in the concert which the band will perform with a new line-up. Amy Lee, as known to enjoy vampire movies a lot, was acting as Red Riding Hood flying up in the air like a vampire in "Call Me When You're Sober", the first video single from the band’s second and last album “The Open Door”. The Snow White Queen is waiting for you to her concert, to listen to the live Evanescence classics which will take place in the favorite albums list of every vampire fan forever.
“…Darling, I forgive you after all.
Anything is better than to be alone.
And in the end I guess I had to fall.
Always find my place among the ashes…” / “Lithium” / The Open Door (2006)

“2… 3... 4…”

StreetPoet logged in his blog on 22nd of September for the last time. Our mysterious writer who hasnt been seen around since then adds something new to the blog after “2… 3... 4…” days. We added the last two Bakersdozen stories which had been waiting to be published on the blog symbolically since last year. We dont have any idea about the plans for the future but we managed to make a short phone call asking him what he had been doing all this time:
Q: It’s been a long time indeed… why are you back?
A: The time that you call a long time is not so very long for a vampire. That’s why vampires didnt realize how long I had been gone I guess. I felt like I had to write blog entries again. Maybe the things I have to tell isnt over yet. I dont know exactly what has happened to me but it had something to do with my biological clock. Also I have one of those little counters inside me like anyone else. Time has always shown what is going to happen next. We’ll see together what comes next.
Q: Then welcome… what have you been doing all this time?
A: On the contrary of everyone’s expectations I am not a vampire. I have to work, and continue to work to lead my life. I am still doing so. I am doing something I like, “I write”.
My writings are not about vampires, they dont pay me for that, I am not making money out of vampires (laughs). It’s open to discussion whether a writer is a good one if he’s not earning money out of his work. I am finally making money by writing but I am still far away from making money out of what I like to write, I dont expect that. I still like to write what I like to share. What did I do all this time?.. I listened to as much music as I do all times. I spent time on watching things instead of reading books. There are super fantastic series really. I recommend those.
Q: We have heard that you dont watch TV..?? What happened?...
A: I still dont. DVD and movies only.
Q: Are Bakersdozen stories going to continue? Are you going to write anything new about the character?
A: I actually thought of Bakersdozen as the first step of a vampire trilogy. That’s why Bakersdozen is absent in the second volume. However at the end of the first volume there’s hardly anything left to tell about Bakersdozen. The rest is left for the imagination of the readers. I wrote the second volume for women. The main character in the next volume is a heroine. And it’s not a “tredecimal” one, it’s special for Bakersdozen. The last two Bakersdozen stories are on the blog today and it’s sad for the fans that it’s over.
Q: Today is “Mother’s Day” too, got a special note?
A: What a coincidence…Sure. Thanks to all mothers for their creativity and bravery.
Q: Thanx.
A: Anytime bud.

Saint on the Roof

I have the first lights of the sun like in that aria I like to listen, and so many things less... The view I watch every night from the roof that I live is breath-takingly beautiful. Sometimes at night, after placing a favorite record on my old faithful phonograph I open the door of the balcony, I dive in to explore this marvelous scenery everytime with the taste of the tea I make. I have lived long enough in this city as I dont miss the country that I came from anymore, and also I am happy to be here. I think, my only support in the struggle of this lonely life is having a strong belief. According to me, having a belief is like knowing the road that you go. Otherwise how lost and helpless is the man, what is the meaning of his existence or the opposite, his extinction...?
When I returned home that night, there was a surprise waiting for me in my one room flat on the roof: a stranger. As I found him sitting on a chair infront of my balcony I asked him with an inacurate accent yet I couldnt establish: "What do you want? Who are you?" The thoughts that crossed my mind were exactly these: he was either a thief or a killer, he would act like that soon and the end was my fate... "Dont be afraid", he said, "I only want to talk" I hanged my raincoat on the back of the door and calmly reached for the kettle on the table. "Tea?" When he refused my offer by shaking his head, I couldnt understand what he really meant. "Let me make tea for myself then, ok?..." I put the kettle over the fire after I filled it with water from from the tap at a small distance then I sat on my bed. There was no place to sit in my room as I had no visitors. "Yes, I am listening to you...", I said. He gave me the papers that he took out of his pocket. "These writings belong to me and I want to leave them to you, if you dont mind", he said. I asked him if he was wanted by the police or not while looking at his notes. He said that it was not that easy, the things that struck my eye in his notes wasnt so significant to me. "Would you like to tell what happened?", I said looking into his eyes.
He told me everything he had known for hours. He expected me to believe in all but it wasnt so easy for me... After all I had heard, I thought that he was crazy. When he said he wanted to make a small demonstration for me I truly began to feel afraid. "You have a knife?", he had asked. I could only shake my head I guess, meaning -why?-. At last I was about to meet my fears. I remember how I trembled while holding out the knife. As he didnt want to extend this torture, he stabbed the knife into his arm and the tip of the knife burst out from the other side of his arm, then he drew it back. I was looking at him taken aback with surprise that I saw no sign of pain on his face. The wound closed slowly as the blood spilled on the carpet dissappeared like being vaporized. "Do you believe in me now?" After I overthrow the shock I daringly touched where the wound once had been. I managed to say: "You are serious!" All of a sudden we began to laugh, I guess we both had a nervous breakdown. "Yes, I want to meet with the sun at last", he said then. "Help me for the first lights of the day to find me again. I want to put an end to this eternal night, I want to end it the way I want. Please"
There were a few hours before the sunrise. I dont know why priests have to face such things that nobody dares to do but I think it is our price to pay. He fastened himself on the barrier of the balcony with handcuffs he brought. He gave me the keys. "Whatever I say, never give those keys back to me. Just wait until it's all over... Put my remains inside a box and carry out my last will" A visionary scene came infront of my eyes. I was at the back of a boat, passing by a big island. After being sure that noone was around I opened up the box in my hand and threw the ashes over the sea... If He existed somehow there had to be a reason!? "This is suicide", I said. I had to stop this. "You cant make me an accomplice for this last sin of yours" As I unlocked the handcuffs I felt him pierce his teeth into my neck. The story of the saint on the roof ends here... The things I've told and I will tell are as real as I am.

Vampire Hunter

I had so many reasons to get out of my hiding place. I couldn't stay there any longer. He could definitely find me. I felt him around. It was better that he found me at once, before I was drained of my stregth... I was so hungry. I had to hunt instantly and had to manage hunting without being hunted. Nobody can stay as the hunter till the end of his life. A hunter must consider being hunted as well before he went hunting. If the hunter is doing his work by drawing the attention of the other hunters, he is about to make his absolute finale. In the last few centuries, the vampire nation that has become a minority of growing numbers, had always been raising the appetite of a more cunning group of bloodsuckers within the society they had hunted. There was a population out of control in the vampires' world and a lot of things that were once concealed were done in the eye of the public. The number of the houses of pact were increasing day by day. And for some lucky mortals, there was only one thing that money couldnt buy yet: a life eternal. It made no sense how rich you could be as long as you died someday. It may not be a suitable thing to tell here of all the advantages of being immortal...
In order to gain immortality, many medical methods were experimented but the results were all unprosperous. There was only one solution left: to trap a vampire. Though you had to think and act like a vampire to be able to catch one. The only thing to do was to overtake a vampire who was ready to betray his community. And it didnt take long for them to succeed. In a short time, it became a sector, causing the genesis of a new community of lowbloods and vampire hunters serving them. In this stage, a war began in between lowbloods and highbloods. Fascinating things occured too in this period of time that many lowbloods and humans were killed. Some vampire hunters decided to fight by the side of the highbloods that were once hunted by themselves. And some of the hunters chose to be a lowblood immortal to fight on the side of lowblood vampires. The carnage that was caused by the lowbloods were mostly against the innocent humans. Many humans were secretly slaughtered in the feeding farmhouses which were built in the name of a property hospital or a research foundation. I cant say that these farmhouses served any different than the houses of pact though their capacity mustn't be compared to the others. I havent been on any of these sides, and I dont want to. The one who had made the choice for me was a man who turned me into a highblood vampire. I only want to say that nothing is exactly what it seems or as much as it is indeed. In general the one who has the power is the one who is more honorable...
He was standing right infront of me in the middle of the dark alley. This lowblood vampire hunter had been after me for some time. I spoke to him saying he had always been rude to me and interrupted my dinner time. It was bluff, I had none of my weapons with me, I began to think of my death but I wouldn't make it easy for him. I jumped fast as he ran at me swinging his sword that he unlatched from its place around his waist. He saw me vanishing behind a car. He went to the other side of the car but I wasn't there. After he took off and turned the car on its side with his immortal strength, he saw the open lid of the sewer. He again came after me. I went outside after I ran for some time. I climbed up on the city walls an hid myself under the vines. I had to stay motionless and stop every thought that passed through my mind. Then he jumped out of the hole I came. He was crazed in anger. After glancing around he looked upon the city walls. He took out a gun from his waist and started shooting at the vines that were hanging down the walls. It was easier to smell the blood than to see. My mind began crying out silent screams of panic again with the two bullets that went through my neck and my arm. I was about to be deprived of my strength with the new wounds I got. I found a gap in the wall and I casted my body into it with the last drop of my energy. I was in a dark and damp vault and the only way out of there was that opening on the wall which I fell from. I slept for days in the mould scented mud that I was buried in, my wounds got healed. I was so lucky that he couldnt find me under the mud. When I woke up, the night was waiting for me again. The things I've told and I will tell are as real as I am.