Yeah, Lyra, I'm speaking about figurative vampires, synonomous with STS entities, and I am speaking of the ones who are currently incarnated as humans. (Many of whom actually do drink blood, although this is a rarer form of human psychic vampire.)
Thanks for clarifying. Well, here's my p.o.v on things now that I know what we're actually talking about here 
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So if you have vampires in your soul group with which you have cultural/familial ties, what can you do? Try to stay vigilant and aware as much as possible. But it's challenging if, say, it is your own mother or your own child who is a vampire........I have always had vampires in my life. My mother is one. Is it because of programmed behavior patterns I learned from my relationship with her that I developed this hook that attracts others like her? Or is there a natural attraction between dark and light? Why are people who are not vampires fascinated with them?
I think my obsession with the possibility that a vampire could resurrect their own ability to generate their own energy like a healthy human has to do with a misguided belief that I can somehow save my mother.
Interesting.......I've gone through this myself. I don't usually talk about the mom situation here at Noble Realms, because it's negative, but yes, I've gone through it myself, with my mom. Long before I knew there was such a thing as energy feeders or OP's, me and my brother nicknamed her "MomBot", as in Mom Robot. You would literally think she has a battery pack in her back, that's how bad it is. And yes she's a feeder, and how, wow, and yes, there are things working through her to do so. It's a scary bizarre situation. Her eyes are big and blank and empty, this perpetual deer-caught-in-the-headlights look. You can practically hear the wheels turning in her brain when she stares at you like that, thinking. She has every checklist trait of an OP. Picks fights out of nowhere to feed feed feed, very abusive to extract as much energy as possible while doing it, both physically and verbally. And the kicker is, she does it on a clockwork schedule. Probably coincides with the moon, now that I'm older and aware of such things. Wasn't aware of it as a kid. Her personality can literally change from one second to the next. I'd watch as it seemed a black cloud would decend over her, her face would grow dark, and her face would change, her entire personality switching in seconds. She's very controlling - it's another form of energy feeding. She gets off on being the one in control, and withholding the basics such as food and other necessary items. She pulled the food thing more with my little brother than me, because he was only 11, 12 years old and had no money to get his own food, unlike me. She also creates very crazy drama to get as much attention and energy as possible. I've heard stories through the family grapevine about her drama that just blew my mind. I mean, just *crazy* loopy situations that she invented and imagined in her own head, all in the name of attention. She wears two faces as well. Tries to put on a perfect face to the public but is very abusive and nutty behind closed doors. She's just crazy, I don't know how else to explain it. The world she lives in is scary. Not a place I would ever want to be. And not a place I can be around. For that reason, she's been out of my life since I was 18.
Living with a parent who's like that can do any number of things to a kid. Luckily for me I had a dad that was halfway normal, so, that seriously is THE ONLY reason I turned out as okay as I did. Have him to thank for it. Without him as the stabilizing parent in my formative years, or if I'd had two parents like her, then I would have been screwed. But for me, by the time I was 16 I was a mess. Again, even before I knew about OP's and energy feeders I was already reacting accordingly. When you're around my mom it's like there are these invisible tentacles coming out, whipping all around you, trying to get in. Poking, prodding, wrapping all around, trying to find any open doorway in. For that reason, by the time I was 16 I had become completely blank and numb and had my walls permanently up. You become the master at being blank, emotionless, showing nothing, revealing nothing, and refusing to respond to the provocations, attacks, insults, name calling, bullying and other desparate fight picking tactics in the name of energy feeding. You learn to not give the food that's so desparately needed. I wasn't even consciously aware of the dynamic that was playing itself out either -- but on a subconscious level I obviously did, because of the way in which I was responding. (or NOT responding, is more like it.) She could be standing 2 inches from my face, literally screaming insults and threats at me, and I'd just stand there, completely blank. She HATED that. It would make her lose control. Well, not that she wasn't already losing control, but, she'd lose it even more so. 
They get desparate when they need to feed. It can get very ugly. But it was like having tentacles whipping all around, trying to desparately latch on and make a connection, and you just put up your shield and go blank.
I accidentally ran into my mom back in 1998 in a shopping plaza. What a 2 hour adventure THAT was. I decided to stick around to see what she had to say. Mostly, I wanted to see if the family rumor mill was true.............had she really gotten as crazy as I kept hearing?
I didn't do much of any talking during that meeting, it was mostly all her. Without any conscious control on my part I immediately slipped back into having all the walls snapped up, on lockdown, and back into my defensive blank and emotionless mode. That's the only way I can be around her, all those damn "tentacles" you know. And in the course of that 2 hour meeting, she said to me, with those big blank empty eyes, everything that I wished she would have said to me years before. Down to the word. As if something knew what I wanted to hear and was literally feeding her what to say. It was SCARY. The eyes alone were spooky....so empty. Nothing going on behind them. For those reasons, I rejected it. It was too perfect. Too strange. Nobody would normally say everything you wanted to hear, down to the littlest detail, word for word. It was freaky. Now that I know about OPs and hive minds and "stuff working through them" that incident makes much more sense. I didn't know about it then, but instinctually I knew something was very wrong, and to just get away and don't look back. Which is what I did.
I am sure it's some warped ego thing, or, perhaps, like I said, some childish wish to "repair' my mother that drives it.
I don't know what your personal situation is, how bad it is, but I tend to think that if one can be labeled a feeder, than there is no helping them. Not in this lifetime. It would be like trying to re-train you to get by without having to eat physical food. You eat physical food. That's how you're made, it's how you survive. There are others who not only eat physical food, but need the emotional energy food as well. In fact, it could be argued that they may need the emotional energy MORE than the physical food! They certainly get VERY desparate when they're not getting it, more rabid then if they've gone without physical food!
My mom, last I heard, is a hospice nurse btw. When I heard that my eyes practically popped out of my head. The only thing I could think of was her feeding on the helpless who are dying.
I guess one day he'll make the switch for the 6D shift, but by that time I will probably be many incarnations past my current silly obsession, at which point I will be laughing at this aspect of my self wasting time on this matter.....or "entertaining" myself.
Na, you won't be laughing at yourself. I've glimpsed how the higher self / higher incarnations of ourselves are, how they see us, and believe me, they have nothing but the utmost empathy and sympathy for anybody who's here in 3rd, going through this muck. Even you at your worst, being your worst, doing the worst thing that you've done, they (we) still don't look down on us. There's no laughing or mocking, or judgmental criticisms, believing that something we did was wasting time or entertaining ourselves, trust me. If anything, you'll feel a sense of empathetic sadness. You'll have total understanding of why you did what you did, why you were who you were. It's all lessons, remember. 