It was in the basement of one of the Iranian government's ministries in downtown Tehran.
A dungeon presided over by an officer of the Ahmadinejad regime's Secret Police.
The man was only known as The Interrogator.
But every reformer and democrat and student protestor in Iran was aware of the man's existence.
A virtual Marquis de Sade who carried a Koran around with him instead of the works of Voltaire and Rousseau like the original de Sade.
The interrogator pushed an intercom on his desk and instructed, "Send in the prisoner."
The door opened.
In chains and leg irons the prisoner was pushed into the room.
"Well, well, well," the Interrogator smiled, "a real vampire. Or should I say a real vampiric vampire. I've had other vampires in this room who were supposedly mortal and human- Jews and American CIA and a number of those codfish eating Brits of British Intelligence- all dogs."
"How did they feel about being in the same room as a pig?" The Spanish vampire Manuel de Rivera y Vargas looked at the Interrogator directly in the eyes.
The Interrogator flinched momentarily. But then smiled an evil smile.
He picked up his copy of The Koran.
"Can a pig read the Koran?" he asked sarcastically.
"Why not?" Manuel spat back at him, "since pigs are able to give their own interpretations of it." He pointed his head in the direction of the photo of the Ayatollah Ali Khameini on the wall.
The Interrogator raced from behind his desk and punched Manuel squarely in the face.
Blood poured down from Manuel's nose.
The Interrogator then went back and sat behind the desk.
"Well how does a vampire feel about blood coming out of his nose?" the Interrogator laughed.
"I'd rather have blood coming out of my nose than shit coming out of my ass," Manuel answered calmly back, "because the moment shit drops out of anyone's ass, another you is being created."
The Interrogator seethed at Manuel but said nothing.
Like all Fascists, the Interrogator was left speechless in the face of true courage.
"So," the Interrogator changed the subject, "your girlfriend is dead eh? Hahaha! And you decided to fly here and see what you could do to help her cause."
(See the entry for June 23rd 2009 Vampiric Hearts Do Break! and Not Only From A Stake http://draculvanhelsing.xanga.com/705461328/vampiric-hearts-do-break-and-not-only-from-a-stake/ )
"I am here," Manuel answered calmly.
He approached Manuel with the lit cigarette and a gluttonous smile.
To be continued.
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