So one day, I accidentally cut my finger and blood started oozing out, and dripping on the floor. Like always, my polite housekeeper asked, “Sir, can I finish your leftovers”?
“I can relate to your experience with Bipolar Disorder,” He said. “I suffer from lycanthropy.”
The movie that describes our first date.
Interview with the Vampire.
His job was to foresee the future of the world, but when he tried to do his own’s, its was clear, as the reflection of a vampire. So he started to paint himself as…
I looked into her eyes in the moonlight and said, “don’t cry, not for me.”
She placed my hand on her wet cheek and replied, “it’s not tears, my love, it’s blood.”
The new vampire twirled the crucifix in its fingers, took a bite of garlic and washed it down with a sip of holy water.
“None of it is true?” he asked, squinting in the mid-morning sun.