Excerpt From My Upcoming Story

Excerpt From My Upcoming Story

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        Lust makes us mere mortals do some incredibly stupid things. I mean that if we were to examine the majority of our adult lives, we would find that most of our decisions were based on us getting some, or at least the hope of getting lucky. After all if we weren’t being tempted with some hard-bodied male, for the ladies, or a very voluptuous woman for the guys, we wouldn’t have half the shit we do. Hell, we wouldn’t do half the shit we do. Let me ask you a question. If you were given the option of having the best sex that you’ve ever had, and all you had to do was give up your soul, and become a creature who has to feed off of the blood of other human beings, would you be willing to screw that person?

        Now I’m not expecting an answer because I know the majority of you probably would or at the least consider it. Me, however, I did. I know you don’t believe me but listen to my story and tell me that proposal wouldn’t sound extremely tempting. This is the kind of story that never makes the front page of a big city newspaper: “Local man drained of all bodily fluids, but the coroner can’t explain how the blood loss occurred. Claiming that there were no stab wounds or bullet holes anywhere on the body(although it was reported that the cadaver proved that rigor mortis stiffens more than just the joints.” It’s also not the kind of story that you expect to appear on the 6 o’clock news is it? After all it would start some sort of panic if it were leaked that there were however two tiny needle like marks at the base of the neck.

        That kind of story, if believed by this skeptical society of ours; ah the supernatural’s wet dream come true, what better way to hunt and not worry about the villagers coming after them with pitchforks and torches, than to have everyone think the stories are just fiction, incredibly graphic fiction, but fiction. I know I’ve bored you with my questions and my ramblings, and you’re wondering...