"When I was a boy the dead sea was only sick.”

- George Burns

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‘You,’ I think, ‘are very young.’ The boy sitting in front of me is twenty five at best and I have to wonder what brought him here. Part of me thinks he probably didn’t want to die as much as he thought he did; I hope he did.

It was his life, his to give up, give away, but it’s a decision I’ll never understand, not when I took the opposite route and opted for immortality instead. My life, my choice, the same principle as the one that allowed the boy to offer himself up here.

He most certainly picked a glamorous way to die, if a painful one. Vampires are going through a popular period, we’re sex walking as of late, don’t have to bother with hiding right now. This has happened before, many times, and eventually we’ll be the villains again, but for now it’s a fairly classy way to go; being a vampires lunch.

So much so that people are asking us to eat them, like the boy, and not only that, but we’re not being punished for it. I can’t help but be amused at it all, this generations attraction to us, as if we were sirens. As I’ve said, this has happened before, but never to this extent.

Caleb, an old friend of mine got molested in the street not long ago. He may enjoy kisses, but only from something he doesn’t consider food. He ate the girl and then dumped her body; roadside and then went to one of the clubs, for sex he didn’t consider bestiality.

Today we are glamorous, but tomorrow we won’t be, so I’d best go and enjoy myself before tomorrow comes.