By Joseph Logsdon
Marcus Bradford loved to suck the blood of insects, animals, and most importantly, humans. The world, at least to Marcus, was a very dangerous place. He wanted, more than anything else, to kill every single person on the planet. Sadly, Marcus, whether he liked it or not, was only one man. After many years of causing trouble and pain, Marcus Bradford was forced to see a psychiatrist.
"You look troubled," the psychiatrist stated.
"Shut the fuck up!"
"Marcus, that's no way to talk to me," he replied.
"Why am I here, anyway?"
"In case you've forgotten, you attacked your girlfriend."
"I sucked her blood, that's all."
"She was hospitalized for weeks!"
"Don't worry, she'll get over it."
"Are you really that cold?"
"Are you really that blind?"
"What are you talking about?"
"If you look hard enough, you'll find that most people don't deserve to live. Sure, they talk and shout, but, ultimately, what do they say? The way I see it, I'm doing everyone a huge favor!"
"Tell me, do you really believe that you're a vampire?"
"I'm certain of it," Marcus answered.
"Can you prove it to me?"
"I don't have to prove anything," Marcus exclaimed.
"Surely, you can't expect me to believe you without proof?"
"That's just it, I don't expect you to believe me," Marcus laughed.
"Marcus, if you want to get out of here, you must cooperate."
"What do you expect me to do, show my sharp teeth?"
"It would be a start," he replied.
"I'm not your pet!"
"Look, if you can't prove to me that you're a vampire, then I have no reason to take you seriously," he stated.
"I refuse to be badgered!"
"That's it, I'm going to settle this thing once and for all."
Without further hesitation, the psychiatrist opened the nearest window. The sun, shining free and bright, entered the room. Marcus, shocked by his ability to withstand the power of daylight, came to an unusual conclusion.
"You see, if you were a vampire, you would be dust," the psychiatrist stated.
"Wow, I must be more powerful than I thought," Marcus laughed.
"Come on, Marcus, you're acting very foolish," he stated.
"Vampirism, despite what they say, is not an idea, it's a religion. You've shown me, without a doubt, that I'm one of the lucky few."
"What do you mean?"
"Apparently, I'm meant to mingle with the living," Marcus exclaimed.
"You're insane," he stated.
"We're done," Marcus exclaimed.
"You can't walk out of here!"
"Actually, I can."
Without further hesitation, Marcus grabbed his psychiatrist by the throat.
"Let me go," he begged.
"Don't be afraid, I'm doing you a favor," Marcus laughed.