I saw it, once. It haunts me in my sleep.

I saw it, once. It haunts me in my sleep. The teeth, the claws..But most especially, the stench.

I was taking the long way home that day. As I wandered past the town dump, I saw the chupacabra hovering hungrily over its prey. I froze and hoped that it wouldn't see me

but that was stupid. The Chupacabra knows all and sees all. The Chupacrabra flew over towards me. Blood dripped from its jaws. But I was a Vampire and revealed my fangs.

It stopped dead in its tracks and cocked its head. It pointed at my fangs. It pointed at his fangs. Then it started clapping hysterically. I nodded my head. "Yeah, me too," I

only other vampire I've ever met is a cantankerous, taciturn, socially inept twerp. I decided to write him a letter. Dear Mr X, I believe you are of the undead persuasion. Me too!

I just wanted to say, that I'd noticed you around town, and would love to get to know you more. Let's paint the town red sometime! Yours truly, Yurick."

She rolled her eyes. Yurick...wasn't he the skull in Hamlet? Did this guy think he was Clint Eastwood in High Plains Drifter? So he noticed her around town, so she cleaned her gun.

'Twas a good thing she did, too, because that very night Yurick came for her, sneaking silently into her bedroom, his big head outlined in the moonlight. She pulled the trigger &

now he's dead. "Mama!" Yurick gasped with his last breath. "Life had just begun...& now I've gone & thrown it all away." she whispered & lapped up his blood thirstily.