Part 1 of 7.
By: Graham T. Towers
When Jared realized he was a vampire, not only did he crave blood, but he also wanted to listen to George Michael and watch “General Hospital”. He was sitting in a bar, next to Brian, the vampire who had turned him.
“Yeah, you might have turned gay, too. It happens” Brain said.
“I don’t think I’m gay, I think I just have bad taste. I even like Elton John’s later work now, and love paisley patterns on everything.”
“Well, how do you feel about Prince?”
“I love him, but I did before you bit me, too.”
“Justin Timberlake?”
“Ditto.”
“Sounds like you were halfway there already.” Brian sipped his appletini smugly.
“Thanks,” Jared Said. “Well, are you gay?”
“Not me. I’m straighter than John F. Kennedy’s penis.”
“Why did you bite me then?”
“I was bored and thirsty.”
“Shit, so we can’t even have sex with each other?”
“Not unless you put a roofie in your blood before I drank it.”
“Thanks, you’ve been very helpful.”
Jared paid for his drink and walked home. He had just settled back on his bed when there came a fucking KNOCK AT THE DOOR!. . .
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