He'd been alive for thousands of years. He

He'd been alive for thousands of years. He was a vampire. He'd accumulated the kind of wealth that makes gods envious. But he lost it all in the housing bubble and now
look at him; cowering from the sun in an alleyway, filthy rags where once would have hung a glorious silk cape. No virgin blood had passed his lips in days, and he felt every
symptom of going cold turkey. His hands were shaking, he even started to allucinate. A little voice "Blood, warm fresh blood, GO FOR IT!" he trembld"NOOOO, STOP! It's an evil thing
that means us harm! Get something cute to stop it chanting 'Blood!'" I searched in haste for a bug that caters pie or a mouse that peeked at you, but nothing stopped the voices.
Still it chanted.. Chanted for a substance that could be identified as blood, it did! Ketchup. Girls love to play with sauce and they is luv so It can haz voice go away now. Mouse
tried to kill the chanting thing, stabbing it with a pencil. The pencil just broke, and Mouse was devestated. She sat on the
tomato. And with a sudden shriek of terror, the outrageous fortune teller gave Mouse a potion to kill the chanting thing, once and for all. The Mouse shook as she took out the vile
and nervously sipped at the sweet potion it contained. The mouse started having visions of running around and around in a wheel
while bathing in glorious chedder. He quickly snapped out of it though, with an apathetic squeek. His ears twitched and he ran over to the wall, avoiding any mouse traps along the
deadly path. Unfortunately for him, he slipped on a grease stain left on the floor and his head landed in one of the traps. He was almost instantly beheaded.

Started: 2011-05-27 12:19:28
Finished: 2013-01-13 08:53:52

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