Era verano y hacía un calor insoportable.

Era verano y hacía un calor insoportable. En las estancias de la casa las persianas estaban todas bajadas para evitar que el sol entrara con más fuerza.

"Vampiros,todos?"Paquita thought to herself.The beautyfull argentine girl visiting London wondered why,on this rare sunny day,all the blinders on all the windows were shut.

Well that was because all the population had been turned into vampiros.... todos. As she wondered alone into the deserted Piccadilly circus, she heard a cry of help coming from

a confectioner's cart. A circus-goer had driven a cotton candy stick through a vampiro's heart. Before the fiend could react, the sugar entered his blood stream and made him sweet.

As a result he was the sweetest, nicest Vampire that ever was. However, Blade was jaded, wouldn't listen to the sweet vampire's pleas and killed him. A little sugar vamp blood went

a long way when you were kicking Werewolf ass and taking names. Blade came to kick ass and shoot craps, and he'd already crapped out so all that was left was to kick ass again and

generally be an angry black stereotype. The werewolves were very upset because their shepherds were getting injured & it was cramping their wool industry. "End violence!" they

the rebellious sheep would one by one jump over the fence thus causing the werewolf farmers to fall asleep. The sheep followed the smell of wheatgrass juice to a late night

Honky Tonk on the southside of town, a place where sheep could play strip poker with the werewolf farmers' daughters and drink Gin and Tonic until they passed out. Life was good.