Interview with a Vampire Slayer – the real vampire hunters of Transylvania
In the minds of Transylvanian locals, vampires (strigoi) abound. Their beliefs are stranger than sparkling hotties and even King Vampire Boris Karloff, and anyone delving a little deeper into vampire mythology has to grapple with it. Meet the real vampire slayers.
Director Justin Blair: “I lived in Transylvania for nine months and went to very remote villages to collect stories about vampires, werewolves and forest spirits. Here are some of the remarkable stories and people I found…”
In the depths of a hard Transylvania winter, in a tiny village named Lugoj (from whence Bela Lugosi took his name), I sat across from a true vampire-slayer. My meeting with that person broke all of the stereotypes I had about who would “kill” a vampire. It remains one of the most surreal experiences life has granted me to this day.
But allow me a moment to explain how I arrived there.
In a way it was befitting that I should find myself in Transylvania searching for stories of the supernatural. As a child I had dressed up like a vampire for Halloween. Granted, when you have dark hair and blue eyes, coupled with a weird hairline, it’s just kind of the default costume.
I grew up on horror movies, slasher flicks and speculative fiction. In high school English class we were all asked to write down where we thought our classmates would end up ten years after graduation. Several of my classmates placed me living in a “gloomy castle” or “in Transylvania”. I’m still not sure what kind of occupation a person undertakes in a “gloomy castle”. My guess is it involves payment for brooding.
Drawing blood: A first taste of the real Transylvania
College came and went, a history degree was had, but one of the only really engaging classes I took was a study abroad course in archaeology in Romania. (As a note, Transylvania is roughly the area West of the Carpathians in the modern state of Romania). I fell in love with the people, their stories and customs there that summer and vowed to return.
After college I was looking for something to do besides menial labour, or enrolling in post-graduate study, and as luck would have it I stumbled upon a small dispatch from Romania. It related the story of a small band of villagers who had disinterred a corpse, cut its heart out, burned said organ, and then made a potion from the ashes. Reportedly, the group then consumed the macabre little tonic as a remedy against a strigoi. The strigoi as I would learn is something akin to what we think of as a vampire, but shares characteristics more normally associated with ghosts.
There it was. I knew what to do, but not exactly how to do it. I searched and found that no one had actually travelled to Transylvania to find out what people who lived there thought about vampires and the supernatural. That didn’t seem fair. Western literature and film had used the place for a very long time as a setting for all types of other-wordly mischief. So I decided to try to find out what the people of Transylvania actually did believe in. I decided to shoot a documentary in Transylvania.
Find out more: Across the Forest is a film about the real vampire hunters of Transylvania.
Later I would realize why it is easier to make a fictional film about the supernatural. The truth isn’t often told by Hollywood stars and isn’t accompanied by computer graphics. The truth as related by those who feel they have touched something out of this world can be confusing, uncanny, and difficult to grasp. It’s an unsettled thing, and it doesn’t usually have a lot to do with good versus evil.
Stephen Moyer with fangs and a somewhat suspect antebellum accent grabs great ratings. Kate Beckinsale can pull off complex action sequences in highly restrictive pants while dispatching various creatures of the night. And, let’s face it, sparkly vampires make the film industry a lot of money. It’s fairly profitable to pen a soap opera and place some sharp teeth in it, and make a bundle, and there is nothing wrong with that. It’s entertainment. But what I found in Transylvania was a stranger thing, and anyone who would like to delve a little deeper into vampire mythology has to grapple with it.
The grandmother, the vampire-slayer
She was in her eighties, bonnet on head, dark bifocals, a matronly figure. She took pride in showing us around her humble home, and introducing us to her family. She also took pains to point out her many cats, perhaps a dozen or so. She showed us her Christmas lights and offered us a local variant of an apple strudel as we settled in to conduct our interview. She made us feel welcome in her home. She was a grandma who obviously loved her family, and she also just happened to have been a vampire-slayer who began to relate a bizarre and oftentimes brutal story of her personal struggle with what she called a strigoi.
I can’t relate the entire episode here, as I cannot do justice to the details, or adequately explain the context. Perhaps even my film Across the Forest can’t entirely do that. But as I sat there struggling with understanding her countrified Romanian, having given up on trying to eject one of her many kittens from my lap, I can say that woman was telling the truth from where she stood.
It had happened in her youth. She had no stake so she made do with a “needle” surreptitiously broken off from a loom her village used to make hemp. She had no hammer to drive the makeshift stake home, so her friend used a piece of firewood to bludgeon it into the corpse’s heart. The strigoi was a corpse, but when they drove the stake home, it spoke with the “voice of Satan” and blood flowed from the mouth. The reasons she gave for taking these drastic steps were more related to what we would think of as a haunting than a vampire attack. It’s a difficult tale on many levels.
I believe stories have merit whether they are objectively true or not. You learn something about the storyteller and if skillfully told, from the story.
I’m a skeptical man. I think it is usually always possible to find a “logical” explanation for things. Still, the story that lady told us as the feint winter day died outside, and one of her many cats begged to be let inside from the cold, was something I never thought I would hear from a living person. And if I were a vampire, I would be much more frightened of that grandmotherly figure with her cats, Christmas lights and apple strudel than any Hollywood vampire-killer found on the big screen. Films end, stories come to their conclusion, actors leave the set, but the lady I interviewed that night lived with her experience for the rest of her life. I’m just pleased I had a chance to let her tell her story.
Across the Forest
Note from the Mooky Eds: Director Justin Blair is modest to a fault. On his behalf, we strongly urge you to visit the Across the Forest website and buy the film on DVD. It’s under ten dollars, you can watch it on any DVD player regardless of which global DVD region you’re in, and it’s even more rewarding than watching Kate Beckinsale, should such a thing be imagined. Support the independent film industry! And, of course, immerse yourself in a world of vampires seen through the looking-glass.
All photos copyright Justin Blair 2010.vampires