by Andrea Dennin
When the hot
vampire chick walked into the bar and asked Nick
if he wanted to live forever, he thought hed
hit it big time.
told him eternal life meant playing suck-toy to
some greedy, overweight vampire, Nick might have
wasnt the only horny dupe hoping for
eternal sex-slave action. Guys from all age
groups jammed in every dusty corner to watch the
how many were dying like him.
He moved to
the front of the line when two robed vamps
carried out the freshly-sucked unconscious old
guy in front of him.
some people cant hack the sight of blood,
Fat Vamp said, spraying some of his meal as he
Six months to
live, Nick reminded himself. No choice.
Old and fresh
blood splattered the stone steps leading to Fat
Vamps chair. The smell made Nick want to
around, hoping hot vamp chick would whisk him
away and keep good on her naughty promises.
Fat Vamp called.
Nick and Fat
Vamp eyed each other.
happened to the chick from the bar? She said
shed turn me. Nick said.
squished up his hairy face and sighed. You
got two choices, kid. Me or death. And
deaths right out that door.
in the group parted to light the way, mocking
death on him. The weakening muscles. The
breakdown of tissue. Itd been why the hot
vamp chick had come to him. Shed sensed it.
screwed him now luck spat in his face.
Nick bowed his
head and extended his wrist.
pushed him to his knees and bit him.
shits tainted. Youre a friggin
eye glared at Nick.
discriminate against werewolves?
scratched himself. My wife is a werewolf.
Worst mistake I made extending her life span to
eternity. Talk about eternal hell.
man. Im dying. Nick said, sweating
Fat vamp must
have smelled it. Well, then its lucky
you found me. He smiled with all his sharp,
wouldnt call it luck. Nick shot him a
wary look. Whats eternal life gonna
belched, then said, Hundred-fifty years
servitude. And promise you wont marry a
vampire. I dont want any werewolf-vampire
hybrids running around. Got enough of those at
considered the deal.
or leave it, kid.
Nick asked the
burning question on his mind. So, Im
not a sex slave?
rolled his eyes. Only if you wanna be. Talk
to Chad and Jack over there about it later.
over as the two vampires waved and smiled.
kid." He said. "I got a long line to
get through. You think I like gorging on blood
all day six days a week?
Nick looked at
the bunched fat trying and failing to escape the
tight belt around Fat Vamps waist. He
Fat Vamp yelled as Nick extended his wrist again,
Somebody get me a heart - Oh ha ha wiseass
- hurry up! Werewolf blood gives me wicked shits!