"I found solace and peace as the centuries drifted by like shadows in the Transylvanian castle nestled within the New Guinean rainforest. I enjoyed my sanctuary's rest and privacy. The rhythmic sounds of the rainforest marked the passage of time, the whispers of ancient trees, and the occasional visits from the indigenous people who respected the balance of nature."
"The only human encounters I experienced were with the natives, whose presence I tolerated as they hunted for sustenance, or travelers who explored the landscape, marveling at the region's biodiversity. Their impact on the delicate ecosystem was minimal, and my understanding of their connection to the land allowed us to coexist with my newfound haven."
"Decades slipped away in tranquility until one day in the 1950s when the distressed calls of birds shattered the rainforest symphony. As I was attuned to the nuances of my surroundings, I sensed a disturbance that stirred the ancient rage within me."
"As I emerged from the shadows of my castle, I saw a group of poachers ruthlessly capturing Pesquet's parrots near the roosting grounds. The peaceful enclave, a haven of biodiversity, had been invaded by those who sought to exploit its treasures."
"The anger that had long been dormant within me now surged like molten magma. A vampire's blood rage, a force not felt for centuries, seized me with a primal fury. The parrots, once safe beneath the canopy of his sanctuary, were now subjected to the cruelty of humans."
"My eyes ablaze with a ferocity unseen in generations, I confronted the poachers. Their startled faces met the wrath of a vampire pushed beyond the brink."
"What do you think you're doing to my friends?" I asked in a furious tone. "Let them go now, or I won't be responsible for my actions!"
"What will you do about it, Count Fancy pants?" The leader of the poachers asked mockingly. "Nag us to death? Check out this Dracula wannabe snob of a tree hugger!"
"The poachers, armed with guns and knives, ignored my warnings and laughed before they charged at me. As the bullets flew around me while avoiding their knives, even the bullets and stabbings that did hit did not affect me; their futile efforts only intensified my rage."
"My eyes becoming bloodshot, my fangs growing more prominent, I prepared for a counterattack."
"With a speed that defied mortal comprehension, I pounced on the poachers. The clash between me, a vampire, and the group of poachers echoed through the rainforest, a battle between the protector of nature and those who sought to exploit it, which resulted in me sinking my fangs into the poachers and sucking them dry."
"That day, I tasted fresh human blood for the first time in centuries but was too angry to care. My friends were in danger, and these poachers had to be dealt with."
"When the dust settled, I stood alone amidst the defeated poachers. Their weapons were useless, and the once defiant group had been reduced to empty, dried-up husks. Having witnessed the rare spectacle of a vampire's wrath, the rainforest returned to its serene state."
Varujan noticed the terrified looks on the faces of the narrator and his crew. "My earnest apologies. That part must have horrified you all." Varujan said a bit embarrassed.
"That did throw us for a loop." The narrator replied, still a bit shaken by the graphic details of the vampire's story.
"Would that explain the human bones around the castle's base?" The narrator wondered, horrified by Varujan's story.
"Yes, that's correct," Varujan confirmed. "Now they warn those who want to exploit this forest for their own selfish greed."
"As I turned my attention to the parrots, I managed to calm down and approached the cages where the birds were trapped in. Apology glimmered in his eyes as I spoke to them, understanding that my outburst and blood-covered face might have unsettled them."
"Forgive me, my feathered friends. I did what I had to do to protect you. You are free now."
"With a gentle touch, I released the parrots from their confinements. The birds, now liberated, took flight into the rainforest, their calls blending with the whispers of the leaves."
"I retreated into my castle. I may have calmed down, but my body was still rushing with anger at what those greedy poachers tried to do to my friends."
"Thanks to a well-placed news report telling about a creature that targeted poachers and loggers, mysteriously killing them, things remained relatively calm. People were too scared to even get close to the castle."
"There were still poachers and illegal loggers, but I always managed to deal with the limited encounters with them."
"And that's how we end where I am today," Varujan said as he concluded his story. "I'd like to thank you for listening to my story."
"And what a story it was." The narrator said. "Thank you for sharing your life with me and our viewers."
"The pleasure was all mine, but I have one request." Varujan continued. "Please keep the location of my abode a secret for the rest of the world. I don't want a new wave of poachers ravaging the area."
"You have my word." The narrator responded. "People wouldn't believe me anyway if I told them I met a real-life vampire and lived to tell the tale."
"That is good to hear," Varujan responded again in a satisfied tone.