The Sad Story of Vampire Val

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Vampire Val acquires a lover at last.
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Vampire Val sat bolt upright in his coffin. "I knew it," he said. "It's still light out. Damn daylight savings time. It's so damned difficult to adjust."

Reaching into his pocket, he took out a sheet of emery paper and carefully sharpened his fangs, watching in a pocket mirror as he did so. He was very careful with the tips. Too much polishing would blunt the teeth and they would become useless for biting. He prided himself on the points he put in his fangs, sharp as needles.

Slowly and stiffly, he emerged from the coffin. He was young for a vampire, only 209 years old, and of those only 178 had been spent as a vampire, but he was as stiff as the old ones, the oldsters who got their first bite back during the Roman Empire.

"You need a wife, Val," he said to himself. This was something he told himself an average of three times a week. "You need someone to take care of you."

The problem was, of course, that there was no nubile female vampire to wed. They were all too old or already taken. "Of course, I could turn someone into a vampire..." he said to himself, and shuddered at the prospect. "She would scream and batter me with her fists all the time I was sucking her dry, and then what? She might be an awful shrew and I'd be stuck with her for eternity. No thanks."

He left the crypt as soon as darkness had fallen. He dressed in ordinary clothes, a sweater and faded denims, and kept his mouth shut to hide the fangs. He avoided the crowds and headed out into the lonely streets at the edge of town. He waited there for his victim to find him.

Inevitably, the victim did. A big man stepped out of the shadows, moonlight glittering on a knife in his hand. "You," he said in a big voice, "give me all your money." That was the last thing he said before he began to scream. He didn't scream for a long time.

Val was just lowering his unconscious body to the ground when he heard the other voice. "What are you doing?" it said, soft and feminine. He looked up at her.

She was all he had ever wanted, tall and lithe and beautiful as the evening star in her midnight blue dress. She smiled sadly at him and his heart skipped a beat as he saw the glitter of starlight on her long canines. "Yes," she said. "I'm one too."

Val stood up. "If you are," he said, keeping his voice steady with an effort, "why do you ask what I am doing?"

"Why do you prey on them?" She poked the mugger's body with an elegant toe. "I hope you only took a sip. We don't need someone like him in our world."

"I know what I'm doing. I took only as much as I need. He'll stay human." Val reached out to touch her. "I never saw you before."

"I only just arrived in this city. You didn't answer my question. Why do you prey on them?"

"What do you suggest I do? Get a job at the blood bank? All those are taken already."

"No. I didn't mean that. But there is a way...come with me and I'll teach you..."

She reached out and took hold of Val's hand and away they went through moonlit fields to the river's edge where their bodies merged together and she taught him the way.

"Where did you ever learn that?" Val asked afterwards.

"I used to be a vegan," she said and laughed. Her laughter was like silver...no, golden bells, thought Val with a shudder at the mention of the word silver. His cousin Bobo the Werewolf had fallen to a silver bullet a hundred years ago. "I invented this method myself. Good isn't it?"

"Yes," said Val. "Excellent. But how do I do it ever again? I live alone."

"I can move in with you," she said and her eyes sparkled. "I have nowhere to live anyway. That is, if you're willing, of course."

"My coffin is yours," said Val formally. And so it was settled.

So these days Val no longer roams the streets at night. He and his lady love wake at dusk and gently, tenderly, bite each other's throats and suck each other's blood. Satiated, they go back to their coffin and spend the night making gentle, tender love...

And meanwhile the muggers go about their business in peace. In the great, wide, cruel world, everyone's got to make a living.

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 16 years ago
Drumroll

Not at all erotic, but the punchline at the end was great.

pope32767pope32767about 16 years ago
Not so hot

So, as Mark Twain said, they eked out a meager living by taking in one another's washing?

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