A “Real” Vampire Romance
This was written up very quickly, and is me poking fun at the fans of vampire romances - myself included.
I never understood why vampires were somehow seen to be these sexy, dangerous creatures. All right, dangerous, yes, but sexy? Unless you had a blood fetish, or perhaps had a leaning towards necrophilia (but with consent!), I just couldn’t understand it. So it boggled me when I overheard my friends discussing how Angel/Spike/Edward/Jasper/Whoever was “like, sooo hawt”.
Of course, that was before I discovered that vampires were, you know. Real.
My reaction was rather poor, I must admit. When he grabbed me, I screamed, kneed him in the crotch and ran for all I was worth. I didn’t get very far, and before I knew it, he had caught up to me. But he didn’t bite me.
He said he was impressed by the fact I hadn’t frozen. All the other girls he’d bitten - killed - had simply begged. None ever bothered to try and save themselves. Thus, I was impressive creature. Stupid, yes, weak, yes, but brave.
I intrigued him, he said. He wanted to get to know me.
Later on he wanted to really know me. In the Biblical sense.
What kind of girlfriend would I have been if I didn’t try to change him? That’s what we women do, after all. We try to change our men. My mother tried to get my father to wear something other than his sports shirts, my sister tried to get her boyfriend to shave, and I tried to get my boyfriend to stop killing people.
None of us, I am afraid to say, succeeded. But while my mother and my sister continued bravely onwards, I simply could not date a man who liked to kill people. Sure, he killed less people, now that I occassionally let him grab a bite from me, but I wanted that “less” to become “none”.
So I ended it.
He was not happy. He begged. He pleaded. He cried. But I had made up my mind. I just couldn’t continue to date a vampire. One that refused to reform, anyway.
It’s been three weeks now since I made my decision, since I told him. And every time I see him, he’s still wearing that look. Pleading with me to change my mind, to keep on loving him.
And he’s going to keep giving me that look. Until I figure out what to do with his body, at least. I need to do something fast, as he’s really starting to smell bad.
Well? What did you expect? A happy ending?
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Lmao, awesome story! I really enjoyed this
I’ve never found vampires very attractive, either — I’m not sure what the appeal is.
Awesome! I really enjoyed reading this.:D
Vampires were intentionally created to personify female desire hence their sexual connotations. I think it’s been devalued these days, but it lives on in Bram Stoker’s Dracula!
Good story none-the-less, it made me smile in places. Not as strong as your last piece but still very entertaining
Oooh I liked this. It was very sweet… specially with the Vampire pleading with and such, hehe ^_^
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wow. as a twilight fan i find this funny yet slightly offensive. i mean its a good story but come on do you really think that writing this story is going to get people to stop talking about Twilight?
Haha - she killed him. That’s an interesting twist, and I liked it.
Heh heh. Brill.
ahah that’s really good. I like it : D
*lol’d*
Awesome. Just… just awesome
Keep it up ^^