'I'm a simple girl'.
'I'm sorry' she said, giving me a look 'I'll need more
information than that'
'I'm a vampire'
'Right. Well, we'll call you if there's anything'
I don't know why I even bother. The world has gone mad.
People believe in plastic things you put to your ear and
talk to people miles away, through a cable! Or worse,
through plain air. But they won't believe vampires exist.

'You're late'
'Piss off' Going strait to my room without even looking in
the kitchen. I knew that Blondie was there. I'm having the
worst day of my life.
'Want a snack?' Brat sticks his head in my room. Doesn't he
look happy? How odd. Could it be because his little puppy
Blondie is running after him?
'I said, PISS OFF!' I got up and went to the kitchen. How
obvious. I was hungry. He knew it, and he knew I'd come.
He came in after me, and turned the radio on. Neither of us
paid much attention to the little blond sitting at the
table.
I took out my needles. She got a bit startled.
'I don't want drugs! Sunny, you know I don't like drugs!'
'Don't you ever call me Sunny again!' tempers running high
today.
Sunny's Brat. Well, his real name's Sunny, but I called him
brat. Mainly because he is a brat. And an asshole as that.
Blondie next to me started panicking. Ah, ah. Don't.
Sunn-Brat... Don't let her.
Bloody hell. I would have given her drugs right now just so
all this fuss and bother wouldn't have been for nothing.
'Sit still. I'm just making a hole- not putting anything in
you' She seemed to calm down once I said that.
Two seconds. A hole is made. The rush of seeing the blood.
Like a first kiss. Like when you get a present from someone
you love. Like a shadow in the dark.
Fear, fright, expectation, bliss, anger, love, hate,
sadness, exiled, sick, and happy and so many other things
you feel. That first second- the blood touches your lips.
The taste. The feel. The life essence of someone else.
Take the best orgasm you had, multiply it by ten thousand
and you still can't describe the feeling. Take the best
Heroin injection and multiply it by ten thousand, and still
- not close.
It's nothing earthly. No chemical can induce it. No sexual
activity can reach such complete merger between two souls.
No words can describe it.
So why am I trying?

'Hello?! My turn now!' Brat pokes my in the small of my
back.
I put a plaster on the hole in her hand and leave them to do
their thing. They usually have sex, and then he bites in
strategic points. If he was to shoot up heroin in the same
time his soul would have been so happy, he would be in
heaven.

After ten minutes or so, I finished my meditation and
digestion and they finished their sexual intercourse (though
I'm sure she's not that finished. Brat's pretty lousy when
it comes to pleasing people sexually. I should know)  we
were all in the living room (That is- two feet of pillows
and blankets, a shelf being used as a coffee table and one
lopsided TV) radio on full volume from the kitchen and me
and Brat dancing. Blondie fell asleep in an angle that would
have suited her if she just fell down 5 floors onto a
driving car's roof.


'Do you think I need to introduce myself?' I ask while
holding my fingers behind my back - hoping that what I said
was enough already.
'Yes'
'Bitch' I mumble.
'Now, now. No reason to be rude. This is a blind date- not a
to-the-death boxing match'
'Why not? I think I'll have more luck with that idea!' I
have no hope to hope. Shai, the bitch who calls herself my
best friend, never gave up on a single thing, and bets are
her favorite.
'By the rules, you must go on a date. You couldn't find one,
so the dating service found one for you'
'God knows who they found. Who'd go out with a
simple-girl-vampire?'
'Well, you didn't give a photo of you, so maybe he thought
you're good-looking. Boy, is he in for a surprise.'
I scowl at her. Not in the mood.

Wearing my best clothes- a T-shirt that says 'I too, support
their death' with a photo of the old 'Micky mouse club'
printed on it, Shai's best jeans, which are a smidge to
tight, and a very forced semi-smile.  
He came. Yuck.
My practiced list of things people I meat might want to know
about me. Shai made me memorize it.
No, my hair is not naturally black.
No, Lily isn't my birth name. Well, not my usual birth
anyway.
Yes, my eyes are real. So are by breasts.
I'm 19 years old. I have no current plans for life. No
boyfriend. No proper job (I don't call working the graveyard
shift at the local supermarket a PROPER job)
I paint. I write sappy poetry.
I am nature loving, blissful hippy. Yes, I am being
cynical.
Anything else?