I stand in the door frame smiling to myself. Couldn't have been harder to get him out of the house yet somehow, tonight, I managed it. The one Tonight was drunk, hardly had a clue who I was or what I'd do to him. Well whether he wanted it or not he got the lot. As did I. He was a runny one. Some of them beg me for it but they don't realise the pain that it causes. The side effects. Most of them regret ever meeting me whilst others leave looking thoroughly satisfied and proud. As though the first thing they'd say to anybody whom they wished to impress is what I did to them in the dead of night. My bedroom can hardly fit me so I tend to lead them instead to the living room where we reside for most of the evening on the large plush sofa. Anyhow, the one tonight certainly got his moneys worth didn't he?
The wound where my fangs had sunken into his neck would heal by next week and the week after, if he survived the poison, he would be a vampire. Just like myself



You thought I was talking about sex didn't you?