Killer Vamp
Excuse the expression, but being a vampire sucks. No more surfing, tanning, or beach volleyball. And I am majorly wigging out over the permanent high-protein diet.
The dude who killed me promised that I’d, like, be power and rich. He left out the part about it taking decades before I even rate…not to mention how long it takes compound interest to work on a manicurist’s savings account.
This bites.
Still, I probably overreacted when I ripped his head off. He was right on about the super-strength and reflexes, at least. And the look on his face was totally worth it.
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