before he begins to speak.
“You have been out there in the alley every night for about a week. What do you want? Are you like some kind of human rights activist or something?”
Realizing I could just enter his mind and erase his memory of me if he freaks out, I tell him what my plans are after I break in. “I was looking for a way to break in so I can steal some blood. I have been scouting out the building to figure out the security you have here.”
“Why steal blood? You could just go to the doctor and get blood if you need it. It would be very dangerous if you got the wrong blood type or something.” He replies curiously.
“Not for me. I am a vampire. I can drink any type of blood, although, I do have my preferences.” Smiling, I reveal to him the tips of my fangs.
I am expecting him to say ‘Really?’ or ‘Vampires don’t exist.’ I expect him to ask me to prove it. What I am not expecting is the redhead to believe me at my word alone and not ask the obvious questions.
He looks at me and nods his head for me to continue.
Astonished that he believes me outright without dispute, I stare at him in disbelief. “You believe me? No questions or comments about how crazy I am?”
“The world is filled with wondrous and miraculous things. It does not surprise me that other beings besides humans exist. I watch Star Trek and other sci-fi movies. The ideas have to come from somewhere. Either you are a nutcase that wears those fake vampire teeth or you are telling me the truth.” He shrugs. “Either way, I’m bored enough that I don’t mind hearing more of what you have to say.”
After hearing his logical response, it is easy and natural to become friends with him. It never hurts to have a contact at a blood bank for a vampire who prefers bagged blood to walking donors.
After a couple hours talking and negotiating payment, the redhead named Tyler Burns and I come up with an agreement. The blood bank always needs donors of all types. As an employee, Tyler gets referral bonuses for all new blood donors that put his name on the application as a referral.
The deal we make with each other is simple. If the blood bank is low on A-positive blood, he asks me to find donors that are A-positive blood. My nose is sensitive enough to distinguish a human’s blood type just by being near them. When Tyler tells me the blood type of the donors he needs, I go to a very public place like a shopping mall or movie theater and just walk among the humans. If I smell someone with that blood type, I enter the person’s mind, implant the urge for the person to donate blood at American Heart Blood Bank, and have the person put Tyler’s name down as a referral. In return, he keeps me stocked with bagged blood. This is a win-win situation for all. The blood bank does not question how Tyler always finds so many donors, because they are more than happy with the results. They never run into shortage problems like other blood banks, which greatly improve their ratings as a preferred blood bank.
I am twenty when I meet Tyler. He is a little over a year older than I am.
The meetings between Tyler and I are mostly businesslike until the day he offers to open a vein for me. Unknowingly, my powers have been growing and what should have been a simple feed with a friend turns into so much more. While I am feeding, I enter his mind. Some strange new power overwhelms me and I make some kind of link to his mind. That is when I make the decision that I should not drink directly from another human again unless necessary. Tyler and I are still friends, but I always feel this weird feeling or connection when he is around me. It is too intimate. I have no idea what I have done or how to undo it. Tyler doesn’t seem to mind our special connection and occasionally I’ll see him staring at me with a look that is much more than friendship.
As lonely as I am, I can’t resist being friends with Tyler, despite that strange connection.
Sometimes, we
“You have been out there in the alley every night for about a week. What do you want? Are you like some kind of human rights activist or something?”
Realizing I could just enter his mind and erase his memory of me if he freaks out, I tell him what my plans are after I break in. “I was looking for a way to break in so I can steal some blood. I have been scouting out the building to figure out the security you have here.”
“Why steal blood? You could just go to the doctor and get blood if you need it. It would be very dangerous if you got the wrong blood type or something.” He replies curiously.
“Not for me. I am a vampire. I can drink any type of blood, although, I do have my preferences.” Smiling, I reveal to him the tips of my fangs.
I am expecting him to say ‘Really?’ or ‘Vampires don’t exist.’ I expect him to ask me to prove it. What I am not expecting is the redhead to believe me at my word alone and not ask the obvious questions.
He looks at me and nods his head for me to continue.
Astonished that he believes me outright without dispute, I stare at him in disbelief. “You believe me? No questions or comments about how crazy I am?”
“The world is filled with wondrous and miraculous things. It does not surprise me that other beings besides humans exist. I watch Star Trek and other sci-fi movies. The ideas have to come from somewhere. Either you are a nutcase that wears those fake vampire teeth or you are telling me the truth.” He shrugs. “Either way, I’m bored enough that I don’t mind hearing more of what you have to say.”
After hearing his logical response, it is easy and natural to become friends with him. It never hurts to have a contact at a blood bank for a vampire who prefers bagged blood to walking donors.
After a couple hours talking and negotiating payment, the redhead named Tyler Burns and I come up with an agreement. The blood bank always needs donors of all types. As an employee, Tyler gets referral bonuses for all new blood donors that put his name on the application as a referral.
The deal we make with each other is simple. If the blood bank is low on A-positive blood, he asks me to find donors that are A-positive blood. My nose is sensitive enough to distinguish a human’s blood type just by being near them. When Tyler tells me the blood type of the donors he needs, I go to a very public place like a shopping mall or movie theater and just walk among the humans. If I smell someone with that blood type, I enter the person’s mind, implant the urge for the person to donate blood at American Heart Blood Bank, and have the person put Tyler’s name down as a referral. In return, he keeps me stocked with bagged blood. This is a win-win situation for all. The blood bank does not question how Tyler always finds so many donors, because they are more than happy with the results. They never run into shortage problems like other blood banks, which greatly improve their ratings as a preferred blood bank.
I am twenty when I meet Tyler. He is a little over a year older than I am.
The meetings between Tyler and I are mostly businesslike until the day he offers to open a vein for me. Unknowingly, my powers have been growing and what should have been a simple feed with a friend turns into so much more. While I am feeding, I enter his mind. Some strange new power overwhelms me and I make some kind of link to his mind. That is when I make the decision that I should not drink directly from another human again unless necessary. Tyler and I are still friends, but I always feel this weird feeling or connection when he is around me. It is too intimate. I have no idea what I have done or how to undo it. Tyler doesn’t seem to mind our special connection and occasionally I’ll see him staring at me with a look that is much more than friendship.
As lonely as I am, I can’t resist being friends with Tyler, despite that strange connection.
Sometimes, we
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