A Vampire in Love

Before joining the legion of the undead, Earnest hadn’t been particularly drawn to vampires: Dracula was okay; Frankenstein was better.

But he wouldn’t pass up an eternity with Katsu.

They met at a blood drive. No, not like that. Katsu worked there often, as he could detect blood born illnesses with ease. He always ate before coming in, so he wouldn’t get hungry on the job.

Earnest was protesting outside of the clinic. Gay men were prevented from donating blood. After his best friend needed blood transfusions, he wanted nothing more than to help the next person in need. When he found out he couldn’t… It was either get angry or sit with that heartbreak. He decided to protest.

The first thought that formed in his mind when he saw Katsu was ‘How can anyone be that handsome?’ He asked him to coffee, and then dinner, and then to a movie. After a month of dating, Earnest finally asked the question that had been sitting in the back of his mind. “Why do I only see you at night? I really hope you aren’t married.”

Katsu held back a laugh. “No! I’m not a cheater.”

“Then why?”

“I’m a vampire.”

Earnest sighed. “…I’m trying to have a serious conversation here.”

“So am I.”

Earnest wasn’t scared; he was curious. Can he turn into a bat? Can he eat garlic? Did drink human blood?

“’No’ to all three! I drink pig’s blood.”

“…Where do you shop?” Earnest asked.

“People use it for black pudding, so it isn’t that hard to find.”

“Why are you being so honest about this?”

Katsu turned sheepish. “Because I want you to know me.”

Like anyone who falls in love with a vampire, there came a day when Earnest wished to become one. Katsu answered that just as easily: “Okay!”

“Really? Just like that?”

“It’s your choice. You see how I live. You know what it’s going to be like. If you want to be a vampire, you should be one.”

In movies, vampire/human romances were dramatic. Vampiric unlife was much more mundane than advertised.

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