0 comments/ 9630 views/ 9 favorites A Vampire's True Love Story By: Samuelx Howdy, folks. How are you doing? My name is Patrick John Hadelson. I am a six-foot-two, good-looking ( and I do say so) black man in his early twenties. I'm an Aquarius, and I am also a registered democrat. Oh, and I'm bisexual. Myra, my dear lady knows about it and she's cool, as long as I'm faithful to her. Which I am. She's the love of my life. I live in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a recent college graduate, with a degree in criminal justice from Boston College. I've got big plans, you know. I want to be a police officer someday. And today is my wedding day. Oh, and did I mention that I am a vampire? Yeah, I am. I am still getting the hang of it. And you thought your life was complicated. At this very moment, I am standing side by side with my bride-to-be at the altar. In a brightly lit church, surrounded by my family and friends. I can see my father Joseph and mother Linda sitting on the front row, along with my brothers Jonathan, Luther, Alexander and Casey and finally my sisters Nicole, Janice and Kendra. My best man Jeffrey Byrne winked at me and nodded. I smiled nervously. That so didn't make me feel better. On the other aisle sits my lady's family. Her father, United States Senator Rufus Thorne and her mother, Lady Desiree Thorne are sitting with grim expressions on their faces, surrounded by their friends and assorted lackeys. I can feel Mr. Thorne's gaze on the back of my neck. He's always had it in for me, for as long as I can remember. The minister is about to start the ceremony. And I find myself feeling more terrified than the day I fell asleep on the roof and was exposed to sunlight. Now, sunlight doesn't kill vampires, but it can put you in a coma and turn you into a vegetable. Basically, it drains you of your life-force, your power. That's why we avoid it. It doesn't burn us to ash. It does much worse than that. It took me a week to heal and even then I was never the same. Yeah, I'm feeling more nervous about my wedding than about eastern exposure. But what can I do? It's too late to change anything now. This marriage is supposed to symbolize the union of the two great vampire houses of North America, House Hadelson and House Thorne. If anything goes wrong, there will be civil war without end. And it's my ass that's on the line. My father already warned me that if I screw this up, he will personally shove me inside an incinerator and watch me burn. And you people ( humans) think you've got it so bad. The minister asked me whether I, Patrick Louis Hadelson took Myra Jane Thorne as my lawfully wedded wife. I looked at her. Truly, she was something to behold. A six-foot-tall, statuesque young woman with light bronze skin, short blonde hair and a face supermodels would envy. She was slender but curvy and athletic at the same time. With a well-rounded booty that would make a porn star or video vixen green with envy. The lady was not only good-looking she also had pedigree. She was the daughter of Rufus Thorne, a tall, green-eyed and blond-haired, muscular male vampire who appeared to be in his late forties. He was much older than that. A long time ago, Rufus Thorne was worshiped as Thor, the Germanic Thunder God, protector of Scandinavia from invaders and a friend of humanity. A long time ago, she who calls herself Myra Thorne was once known as the Norse Goddess Thrud, daughter of the Thunder God Thor. She'd been around for thousands of years, as like most men and women from the Great Houses. The leaders of the vampire world. Many are the men, immortal and human alike, who sought her heart. And she chose me. Lucky me. I heard myself say yes to the minister's question. Yes, I do take this woman to be my lawfully wedded wife. Then I kissed the bride. The entire church began to clap. I held my wife's hand and forced a brave smile. I've just thrown away my freedom for all eternity. Vampire marriages are truly till death did you part. Lucky me! Things weren't always so complicated, though. Once, I had it good. Many would consider me fortunate to have been born one of the Hadelsons. The Hadelson clan is the cream of the crop among African-American vampires living in North America. To the human world, we are a family of billionaires. My mother Linda Hadelson is the Founder and General Manager of Ebony Universe Television, an African-American oriented television network. My father Joseph Hadelson is the founder of Hadelson College, an all-male, black-oriented private liberal arts school located in Boston, Massachusetts. He modeled it after prestigious Morehouse College, his alma mater. He also founded two private high schools, Hadelson Military Academy for guys and Hadelson Prep for girls. Both schools are also located in Boston. Yeah, the Hadelson family name commends respect in the human and vampire worlds. What few people know is the fact that my father, Joseph Hadelson was once known as Osiris, the Egyptian God of the Dead. My mother was once known as the Goddess Isis, his beloved wife and loyal ally against the forces of evil. Yeah, my family has been around for thousands of years. My siblings are quite ancient too. My elder brother Jonathan was once known as the God Horus in ancient Egypt. Me? I'm not that old. I've only been around since 1985. The last offspring of my immortal parents. The family has labeled me a screwup ever since my birth. All because I'm a guy who likes to have his fun once in a while. Give me a break. I left my parents mansion in Milton as soon as I could. I saw college as my great escape. And so I went to Boston College, a private Catholic school. As a whole, vampires are an atheist bunch. They're not really into religion, not since their downfall. You see, in ancient times, vampires lived among humans not as silent predators and creatures of mythology but as their deities. Using their vast abilities and incredibly long lifespan, they became the rulers of the human world. For thousands of years they reigned. They were the Olympian Gods of ancient Greece, the Ennead Gods of ancient Egypt and the Norse Gods of Scandinavia. Vampires, especially the older and more powerful ones, truly have great egos and a grand sense of self. They've always viewed humanity as their servants. In the twenty first century, they continue to reign. This time, they're not pretending to be gods and goddesses anymore. Rather, they have learned to blend in. Humans no longer believe we vampires exist. So, my people lead normal lives as doctors, actors, lawyers, judges, corrections officers, firefighters, artists, construction workers, writers, professional athletes, teachers and television personalities. We own businesses. We go to school. We pay taxes. We lead our lives in the light of day, thanks to a special sun blocking cream treatment. How else could I go to class, attend school functions and play football for Boston College in front of thousands of screaming fans for four years? We're masters of discretion. We own the media. We own the police. We own the health care system. There are over three million of us living on planet Earth right now. And humanity still doesn't believe we exist. Life as a vampire could be pretty good. You just had to follow the rules. Rule number one : Never let humans obtain proof that we exist. We're very careful. We don't hunt humans anymore. We get animal blood delivered to our houses and feed that way. Any human who discovers the existence of vampires is killed. And any vampire who deliberately exposes the rest of our community is killed. And last but not least, there is something which I must clear up. No human being can become a vampire. And no vampire can become human. Forget about the whole biting and blood transfusion thing. It just doesn't work. No one can 'make' or be made into a vampire. A vampire daddy and a vampire mommy are what's needed to make a vampire. Again, we're not like you. And we're not what you think. We may look alike but we're actually two very different species. We're not even members of the Homo Sapiens family. Our origins are unknown even to us. But planet earth has always been our home. On the subject of vampire powers, there's a lot which I must clear up. I cannot turn into a bat. I don't know anyone who can. I am stronger and faster than an average human being, but not by much. I can see even in total darkness, and I can also hear a human heartbeat from a distance of forty feet. I can smell a person's unique scent across a distance of five hundred feet and track down even in a large crowd. Although super strong, I can't lift a car, or bend steel. I have the ability to regenerate, but it doesn't quite work like the healing ability of the X-Men's Wolverine. It takes longer. Oh, and forget what you read about silver, crucifixes and holy water. They don't do jack to us. Beside, we're mostly atheists. After all, I'm pretty sure we invented most of the world's major religions, to dominate humanity and exploit them. And it has given us nearly unlimited power for thousands of years along with wealth the likes of which most can't imagine. There, you got it at last? Cool. Anyway, back to my tale. I was about to tell you folks why my clan hates my guts. I think it's mostly my lifestyle. Most vampires only pretend to be friends with humans. Other than work with them, we don't really associate with them. Not when given a choice anyway. We like to go places where we can be ourselves. There are all-vampire night clubs, all-vampire gyms, all-vampire private schools and all-vampire sports leagues. You should see football and basketball along with wrestling when the athletes playing are endowed with super strength and super speed. You might see something unforgettable. The mistake I made was befriending certain humans at school. I was a good student in my classes, and a better than average player on the football team. However, I downplayed my athletic prowess because I didn't want a jealous or curious human looking too deeply into my affairs. I did have some good friends at school. I dated a human female named Maureen Wentworth. She was a tall, good-looking young black woman from Atlanta, Georgia. She transferred to Boston College from Georgia Tech during my freshman year. I liked her a lot. She was funny, smart, good company and definitely easy on the eyes. She also had a very progressive attitude about sexual relations. This black beauty was forthrightly bisexual and not ashamed of it. When I told her that I was bi-curious, she didn't care. She dated a woman before meeting me, which I thought was cool. And last but not least, sex with her was awesome. We would have sex in my dorm, in the cafeteria bathroom and in the locker room. I remember the two of us doing it in an empty room near the student lounge. How about that? We snuck inside, and got busy on a conference table. Maureen unzipped my pants and I took my shirt off. In her hands she held my cock. Eight inches long and quite thick. Like all male vampires, I was uncircumcised. Our species doesn't believe in modifications based on religious practices. She stroked my cock and I kissed her passionately. She took her pants off and kicked off her panties. Grasping her large, firm breasts in my hands, I fondled them. She wrapped her arms around me, and urged me to fuck her. I didn't need to be told twice. With a swift thrust, I went into her. Maureen's pussy felt warm and tight around my member. This woman was so damn hot, it's not even funny. I began fucking her with long, easy strokes. She urged me to fuck her harder. I took my sweet time while doing her. Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm loving this as much as the next man. However, as a vampire with superhuman strength, I had to manage my strength. I didn't want to accidentally break my girlfriend in two during lovemaking. Might be hard to explain to her folks. Maureen was going buck-wild, like I knew she would. We changed positions. I lay on the table with my cock sticking upward. She climbed on top of me and lowered herself onto me until she was impaled on my cock. Then she placed my hands on her hips and began riding me for all I was worth. Oh, man. What a ride. I thrust into her with all the energy I could muster. She couldn't get enough. Now, that's my kind of woman. We fucked and sucked like there was no tomorrow. Then, we left but not before smearing our first initials on the desk, using various body fluids as ink. It was her idea. Was my gal cool or what? We returned to my dorm, laughing all the way. Ours was a passionate relationship. And for a time, I was happy. I had it all, folks. I was attending a kick-ass school while playing college football. I had a gorgeous and supportive girlfriend who loved sex as much as I did. I was on top of the world. Then some human guy named Henry Patterson got jealous. He's a big and tall Irish guy who used to be the football team superstar until I came along. He envied me my natural abilities. He sensed there was something different about me. And he was also jealous of my relationship with Maureen. So, one night, him and his buddies jumped me. I had no choice but to defend myself. A healthy adult vampire can take out three large human males with ease. And I did just that. Henry Patterson was arrested for assault and battery. He got thrown off the football team and expelled from school. This only embittered him toward me. He became obsessed with exposing the secret of my abilities. Folks, I think I just cast the role of the villain in this play. Henry enrolled at Emerson College. He continued to hang around the BC campus. He had guys and gals following me everywhere I went. The guy had a lot of friends and sympathizers. Before I came along, he was practically a shoo-in for the quarterback position. But he couldn't lift ten times his body weight or outrun a racehorse. So I took that number one spot, as they say. I really didn't like having Henry's goons following me around. Eventually, I got tired of it. I found out where he was living and went to give him a sound beating. Unfortunately, he wasn't alone. He and his buddies were lying in wait when I snuck into his North End apartment. I found myself alone against five guys and three chicks. Even when you're a vampire, those are bad odds. They were armed with everything from guns to knives and tasers. I guess they were ready for me. I was captured, and tortured, though I am deeply embarrassed to say it. Fortunately, a fellow vampire named Jeffrey Byrne happened to live in the apartment next door. He rescued me. And together, we killed the humans. All eight of them. That night, I crossed the line. I did something which I had been forbidden to do ever since I was born. I killed human beings, and drank their blood. I don't know why I did it. I've always heard about the perils of drinking human blood. Most members of the vampire community agreed that it was addictive. That night, I killed the men and women who sought to destroy me and drank their blood. Then, Jeffrey and I set the apartment on fire after taking the bodies to an incinerator. Nobody saw us and to this day, no one knows. Henry's disappearance and the apartment fire were blamed as yet another act of senseless violence in the city. Nobody suspected me. And I secured Jeffrey Byrne as my best friend. He was a volunteer fireman as well as a student at Berklee College of Music. A really nice guy who stepped in and saved my life. He really looked ordinary. A six-foot-tall, skinny, red-haired and green-eyed vampire from Dublin, Ireland. He was an ordinary undead guy and not a Great House member like me. Still we became the best of friends. Jeffrey and I began to hang out. He was a pretty cool guy. I introduced him to my girlfriend Maureen and various friends of mine, both human and vampire. Jeffrey was charming with the humans and aloof with the vampires. Most vampires are the exact opposite. I didn't know that my new best friend had an inexplicably dark past. Even for a rogue vampire who didn't belong to any clan or associate with any of the Great Houses. I just thought he was a cool guy. And he was. He rode a bright red Kawasazi motorcycle, dressed in black leather and played guitar for a punk rock band called the Midnight Lads. The Midnight Lads were a quartet of vampire singers, three guys and one gal. They hailed from Ireland and had released two singles in the U.S. Jeffrey introduced me to his band mates. I met the twins, Jackson and Leonard O'Shea. Two six-foot-tall, lanky guys with long blond ponytails and green eyes. The only gal in the band was a gorgeous Asian gal named Michelle Lee. She was they were pretty successful. This five-foot-eight, delightfully curvy beauty was something else. A gorgeous woman with a husky, sexy voice, fine body and a sexy ass too. I was definitely pleased to meet her. She was Jeffrey's ex-girlfriend. They were just friends now. The Midnight Lads were fairly successful. They had released a hit single, "Undying Another Day" and their music video played on MTV and VH1 all day. When they weren't touring the country, they attended Boston-area colleges. Jeffrey Byrne was a really cool guy. I had never met a man or vampire like him. He was a chain-smoking, hard-drinking guy who flaunted his physical prowess and rugged good looks. A dashing bad boy whom I once caught receiving a blowjob from some chick in a bathroom bar. He just winked at me and took a puff on his cigarette as I walked by. I blushed deeply and walked away. He just laughed. What a man! Hanging out with Jeffrey was the most liberating experience I've ever had. He was independently wealthy. He was a college student and a punk rock star. Somehow, he got his education and maintained his street credibility at the same time. Go figure. He taught me a lot about myself. Most vampires hid their true selves so much that they no longer knew what they were. Jeffrey showed me what it truly meant to be a vampire. For starters, he showed me how to hunt. We went hunting humans. Breaking one of the most sacred of all rules in the vampire community. We were hanging out in Framingham, Massachusetts. Fortunately for us, a lot of interesting things were happening that night. Framingham is home to the state's only correctional facility for women. In other words, the city houses a women's prison. The night we came by, three women had slit the guards throats and managed a very daring escape. They were long gone before anyone sounded the alarm. How about that? We encountered these ladies in the east, one of the poorer sections of town. Jeffrey and I were just strolling through town. Looking for prey. So many men and women walking around in this small town, so little time. Naturally, there were vampires about so we had to be careful not to be seen by them. We stumbled across the escaped female inmates. They were quite surprised to see us. Jeffrey went after the first two, a tall black woman and a short, stocky Asian gal. I went after the third, a tall and tough-looking blonde woman with a buzz cut. She wasn't fazed when I came after her and met me with a knife on each hand. She was a fighter. Good, that should make it all more interesting. She was a fierce fighter. I could tell by the battle scars which filled her fiercely beautiful face. She looked like a mythical Amazon. I had a lot of fun with her before taking her out. Her blood tasted so good, I got a frigging hard-on! Jeffrey and I dragged the bodies to a nearby warehouse, then set the place on fire. Man, I can't tell you how great it felt. Jeffrey stood beside me, and I noticed how sexy he looked while wiping some human blood from his face. I was so turned on. I leaned closer and kissed him. He kissed me passionately, and next thing I know, we were wrestling on the cold warehouse floor while the place burned. I ran my hands all over Jeffrey's hard, sexy body. He looked so damn hot. I had to have him. He got on top of me and once more we were rolling around, kissing and play fighting. A Vampire's Love Story The time has come for me to stop hiding. I must resume my nightly hunt for that which I crave. My name is Patricia Atkinson. I am a Vampire. A long time ago, I became one of the Undead. Yes, Vampires do exist. We live among you and no one suspects our existence. That's the way we like it. I live in a nice townhouse in the Back Bay neighborhood of the city of Boston, Massachusetts. To my neighbors, I'm a well-to-do black businesswoman who leads a nocturnal lifestyle. My husband Steve Bastille is currently away on business. To the neighbors, we're a pair of eccentrics. We're so much more than that. Meet the heroine of this tawdry little tale. I stand five feet ten inches tall, thick and curvy, with large and firm breasts, wide hips and a ghetto booty. I'm a voluptuous gal and proud of it. I weigh exactly two hundred and forty pounds and I can lift ten times my body weight. Such is the awesome superhuman strength that comes with being one of the Undead. I relish the powers that come with being a Vampire. I can run five times faster than the top Olympic runner in the nation. I possess stamina levels which human beings can only dream of. My body heals ten times faster than that of a normal human being. Like all my kind, I stopped aging physically the moment I became a Vampire. However, I am not indestructible. Beheading, fire and sunlight along with a stake through the heart will destroy me. I lead a very careful lifestyle. During the day, I stay home. I run a small business empire via the Internet. Mostly, I buy and sell priceless artifacts. I became a Vampire in 1791, back when I was a forty-year-old African slave in the state of Texas. The Vampire who made me was a man named Kohl the Wanderer, and he had been around since 900 A.D. for a time, we were lovers. I was his apprentice. He taught me all the things a Vampire should know. Then, we amicably parted ways. I don't know what became of him. For over a century I roamed over the United States of America. I raged against the practitioners of slavery. They were my favorite prey. I transformed many a runaway slave into a Vampire. Thus, I created a small coven for myself. My coven was made up of a few Vampires who were loyal to me. Elisabeth Ramon is a young woman of African and Hispanic descent whom I met in New Mexico in 1804, when she was twenty years old. We were lovers became I turned her into a Vampire. She was a real beauty. Six feet tall, slender yet busty and big-bottomed, with dark bronze skin, pale gray eyes and lustrous black hair. I was in love with her. So much that I also transformed her lifelong friend, a very macho and seductive Mexican Cowboy named Juan Pacheco, just to please her. Truth be told, Pacheco was tall, ruggedly handsome and fearless. Definitely the kind of man I was fond of having around. Pacheco made a magnificent Vampire. He loved inflicting pain on the arrogant and self-assured wealthy gringos we often encountered. Our little band was fun. And I had a family at long last. I've never had a family. I don't remember my parents names. Truth be told, I was sold into slavery before I could remember them. In those days, black men and black women were sold from master to master. We lived from plantation to plantation. When a plantation got sold, the slaves often came with it, as did the horses and cattle. Yes, those were the good old days of the enlightened United States of America. Pacheco, Elisabeth and I preyed upon the members of the elite, the wealthy ruling class of the country. The rich white men and rich white women who owned the biggest slave-operated farms. Quite often, we disguised ourselves to fool them. Pacheco played the part of a well-dressed Mexican businessman obviously from a moneyed cocoon. Elisabeth was his snotty mistress and I was her handmaiden. Thus disguised, we infiltrated their society. The fun we had destroying them was priceless. I recalled how we once feasted on the family of this rich Texan woman named Muriel Harrington. She was the wife of Austin City Mayor Jonathan Harrington. We were cordially invited to one of their parties. It was during a stormy winter night. Elisabeth and I barricaded the doors, and Pacheco began attacking the guests. We caught them and drank their blood, but not before making them suffer. Yes, we were a particularly cruel band of blood drinkers. By day, we hid. The sun's rays were lethal to us. It could burn us to a crisp. By night, we roamed the land and nothing could stand in our way. We were stronger, faster and more lethal than anything human. Bullets could slow us down but they could not kill us. Our legend grew. When fathers and mothers put their offspring to bed, they warned them about monsters who roamed the night. They warned them about us. As you can imagine, I reveled in it. I once read that three is not the most stable number in the world. The third party in a relationship is often made to feel unwelcome. The other woman in a relationship between husband and wife. The junior partner in a hierarchy of three. The least powerful member of a triumvirate. Yes, the number three is not a very stable numeral. What I had always feared had finally come to pass. The lovely Elisabeth Ramon had fallen in love with the handsome and charismatic Juan Pacheco. Both of them were lovers. That didn't bother me. I've slept with both Juan and Elisabeth. However, they wanted their relationship to be exclusive and didn't want me around. They felt confident enough as Vampires to take on the world without whatever help, wisdom or support I could provide. I was the Master of this coven of Vampires. Yet I was being thrown out of it. As you can imagine, I was far from the happy camper. They left me. For centuries, I roamed the country by myself. By day, I hid as best I could. By night, I hunted. I didn't make any new Vampires. Until I met my future life mate, Steve Bastille in 1851. He was a tall, good-looking black man. A runaway slave from Louisiana desperately trying to reach the fabulous North, where slaves were free. He had gotten as far as Boston when I met him. He was working as a sailor in the Boston Harbor. Ferrying rich tourists and businessmen to their destinations. Steve Bastille was one of those tall, fine-looking chocolate-colored studs who took your breath away. He looked good enough to eat. I've never believed in love at first sight, until I met him. I decided that I had to have this fine-looking brother for myself. I approached him and introduced myself. Back then, Boston had a fledgling community of black men and black women who were free and living their lives more or less in peace. They were no longer slaves. Oh, this was generations away from racial equality, but at least they were no longer viewed as subhuman. The black men and black women of 1850s Boston had a sense of purpose and they were a fast-growing community. They made their living as artisans, sailors, messengers, cooks, and traders. My heart filled with hope when Steve introduced me to them. I was fascinated by this growing black culture. At long last, I felt that I had come home. For the first time in almost a century, I was filled with a sense of kinship I hadn't felt with anyone since I became a Vampire. The life of a Vampire is a solitary one. We're predators and we don't like one another's company. Even when Pacheco and Elisabeth roamed the land with me, they couldn't stand my presence and I couldn't stand theirs. I can't explain it but Vampires don't like their own kind. We don't trust one another. Elisabeth and Pacheco respected and feared me, but they didn't love me. I cared for them, though, in my own way. And they betrayed me. Such is the existence of the Vampire. In Boston, I found myself welcomed into a fledgling but fast-growing community of hard-working black men and black women. Steve showed me around. He was so intelligent, charming and kind. Lots of women coveted him but I wanted him to myself. You had to see him back then. He was so gorgeous and so kind. A strong black man who was going places. Back in Louisiana, he had been a guardsman on the plantation where he was born. It was his duty to protect the property from those who threatened it. He was a natural protector and shortly after he came to Boston, he became the black community's protector. Whenever our men and women were threatened by an outside force, he was the one they came to. The man was smart, level-headed and stern, and he knew how to fight. With a rapier or a rifle, he was virtually unstoppable. A magnificent warrior like his proud African ancestors must have been. Is it any wonder women all over the city, both black and white, were throwing themselves at him? When did Steve and I become lovers? The night we were both revealed to one another. There was a young white woman named Katherine who lived near the Boston Harbor. Like a lot of women, she fancied Steve. He turned her down because he was in love with me. I loved Steve too, but I was a bit reluctant to jump into bed with him, no matter how tempting his fine body looked. The men and women I took to my bed usually became either fledgling Vampires under my thrall or dinner. I loved Steve. I didn't want to hurt a single hair on his handsome head. I also didn't want him to become a Vampire. We had known each other for over a year. Meeting only at night. I spent my days in the basement apartment of an impoverished old church whose kindly priest, Father Knox, offered me shelter. In exchange, I helped him keep the place running. That fateful night, everything changed. Katherine had seen Steve and I together, and in a jealous rage, she did what many young white women were fond of doing every now and then. Falsely accusing a black man of sexually assaulting them. It was a surefire way to get an innocent black man lynched, even in supposedly progressive Boston. The white men came, armed and outraged, and they wanted to kill the man I loved. When they came, I refused to let them take him. Before Steve's amazed eyes, I tore into them. Seven white men came, armed to the teeth. Seven white men perished by my Undead might. Steve stared at me, astonished. He was shocked beyond belief. I stared at him, stunned. I had dreamed of revealing myself to him. In my dreams, he understood and accepted me for what I was. However, this wasn't a dream, this was reality. My mouth filled with the blood of the men I'd killed, I looked at Steve and offered him a choice. He could come with me and live. Or he could stay and die at the hands of a bunch of hatemongering brutes for a crime he didn't even commit. Steve chose widely. We ran into the night. Not once did he question what I was. That night, we left Boston. We took a coach and rode it to the small town of Brockton. We hid in a shack. The whole ride, Steve hadn't asked me a single question. I knew his head was filled with them. So I told him the truth. I was a Vampire. And if I didn't hide from the sunlight, I'd be a dead woman. Steve nodded, as if he understood. He helped me find shelter from the daylight, thanked me for saving his life, then left. All day, I hid in the shack. It was a cramped and boring refuge, but what could I do? I didn't want to burn to a crisp. Sunlight kills Vampires. That's why we hide from it. Still, I must say that I missed Steve. I could think of some fun ways to pass the daylight hours, but I thought better of it. Steve hadn't panicked like most people would when I told him I was a Vampire. I commend him for it. However, I was saddened. Story of my life, I guess. Everyone leaves me. Elisabeth and Pacheco left me, telling me that although I granted them eternal life and awesome powers, I was not the boss of them. It seems that I was doomed to spend eternity alone. Such was my existence, I guess. Imagine my surprise when, at nightfall, Steve returned. I was stunned. This man was special indeed. He told me that all over Brockton and the neighboring towns, white men with guns were looking for both of us. We were both wanted for murder. I looked at Steve. He looked so beautiful right then and there. My hero. He had come back to me. He told me that I was his best chance for making it out of this alive. Well, he was half right. So, I made him the offer. I offered him a chance to become like me. Immortal. Superhumanly strong and fast. Ageless. A creature that would live until the end of time unless slain. A fantastic monster who could not die naturally. What do you think he said? Three days later, Steve had risen from the dead as a fledgling Vampire. We walked through the streets of Brockton and hunted the men and women we encountered. In dark alleys and taverns, we found our prey. This was only the beginning of our lives together. Steve Bastille was a magnificent man. Strong, smart, and brave. He became an amazing Vampire. Powerful. Determined. Fearless. The perfect companion to spend eternity with. I love him as much as I love myself. We remained together throughout the centuries. And he's never left me. A Vampire's True Love Story Somehow, I ended on top of Jeffrey. I looked into his eyes, and saw a powerful desire in them. I also felt his erect manhood underneath me. All of a sudden, I ached for him. I wanted him badly. In a flash, our positions were reverse and now Jeffrey was on top of me. He kissed me, then pressed his long and thick cock against my ass. With a swift thrust, he entered me. I gasped as he entered me. Damn it this guy's dick was big. He began fucking me hard and fast. I wrapped my arms around his torso, welcoming him inside of me. I hadn't known that this was what I wanted, but I guess the body knows what it wants. Even if the mind was been conditioned to deny it. Every thrust of Jeffrey's cock into me basically ushered me into a new world. I felt an endless stream of new sensations assailing me. I felt pain, but I also a felt a pleasure I hadn't known before. The pleasure that came from the truest of all sexual surrenders. I welcomed Jeffrey's hard dick inside of me. My own dick got harder than I ever thought possible. I stroked it roughly. Jeffrey groaned as he fucked me. Then he did something which totally took me over the edge. He savagely bit my neck, drawing blood. He drank from me. Then, he pressed his wrist against my mouth and told me to drink from him. I did. And his blood was my portal into a new world. New sensations filled me, and I shouted in sheer pleasure. Moments later, Jeffrey screams joined my own as he came, filling me with his manly seed. We lay side by side on the heated floor of the burning warehouse. Exhausted after the sex of the century. Jeffrey and I got the hell out of there shortly before the firefighters arrived. The three bodies were found burned almost beyond recognition. The official story was that the three women who escaped the prison had taken refuge in the empty warehouse and gotten into an argument or a dispute. They fought with one another and somehow caused a fire which claimed their lives. The medical examiner closed the case. The police moved on, as did the town. Once again, I had gotten away with murder. And Jeffrey was right there with me. Do we make a good team or what? After that fantastic night, the two of us became inseparable. I found that Jeffrey had awakened in me something I didn't even know was there. And drinking human blood was changing me in strange, unpredictable ways. I felt stronger than ever. Also, my senses were sharper than ever. Sex with Jeffrey was spontaneous and awesome. I still had sex with Maureen from time to time. I didn't want her to feel neglected. One night, we did it in a club. I was so powered up after a really satisfying kill. This guy and his whiny girlfriend were arguing violently right outside this night club in downtown Boston's theatre district. She kept accusing him of stuff and hitting him with her handbag. He kept trying to restrain her. I put an end to the dispute toot sweet. I broke his neck and ran my hand through her abdomen. Then I drank their blood. It felt sweeter than anything I'd ever tasted. I got in my car and drove to the banks of the Charles River. I threw their corpses in it after attaching heavy rocks to them. Then I returned to the club as if nothing had happened. When I came back to the club half an hour later, Maureen was pissed off at me. She thought I was with another chick. When will women realize that men have things other than sex in mind all day? Personally, I find killing men and women to be just as satisfying as sex, if not more so. But that could just be me. Anyway, something about my new predatory outlook and demeanor must have turned on Maureen like never before because she came to me hornier than ever. Like a bitch in heat, pardon my French. We did it in the club bathroom after posting the "Closed for Cleaning" sign on the door. Once inside, we got buck wild, as they say. Maureen got on her knees and went straight for the dick this time. Usually, she's not that into oral sex but tonight, she was wilder than ever before. She sucked my dick like it was pumping life into her mouth. I didn't believe my eyes. When I finally came, she eagerly drank my seed. More eagerly than I'd ever seen her do it. I think she must be on something but whatever it is, I like it! I bent her over the bathroom counter and spread those plump ass cheeks of hers. I whispered something into her ear and asked her if she was down with it. Surprisingly, she told me she was down for whatever. I grinned. Is this my lucky day or what? Gently, I pressed my cock against Maureen's backdoor. Slowly, I entered her. Her ass felt warm and tight around my dick. Truth be told, this was my first time having anal sex with anybody. Jeffrey was into anything. He'd do it with a man or a woman. He'd perform as well as receive oral sex. However, he didn't let me anywhere near his ass, claiming that he was strictly top. Which ought to be a sin considering how hot his ass looked. Anyhow, back to the matter at hand. I began to slowly, carefully prod my way into my girlfriend's ass. Maureen grunted as I penetrated her, but didn't complain. She told me that she was no stranger to ass fucking. In fact, she was one of those rare women who enjoyed some backdoor loving every now and then. What a remarkable woman. I'm glad I met her. If they're all like her down in Georgia, I'm moving there. Word up, folks. As I explored her ass, Maureen fingered that sweet pussy of hers. I nibbled on her ear as I fucked her. She seemed to like it. Especially when I began to lick her neck. All of a sudden, the urge to bite her became unbearable. She seemed so...tasty. Bent over like that, so vulnerable, with my dick up her ass no less. It would be so easy. But this wasn't the time nor the place. Besides, the entire school knew we were an item. If she disappeared, they would suspect me. Satisfied with that line of reasoning, I began drilling my cock deep into Maureen's ass. She was definitely not passive. Rather, she gave as good as she got. As I fucked her, she would back that thing up, as they say. Watching her big booty bouncing as I fucked her turned me on more than anything less. That awesome visual, combined with the vice-like pressure of her ass on my dick worked me over. It didn't take me long to cum. Maureen screamed. It was a primal, bestial sound. Man, can that woman scream. She's awesome. Afterwards, we readjusted our clothes and went back on the dance floor. This night was turning out to be magical. I was drunk on human blood and steamy sex with my girlfriend. I didn't want it to end. My world was rapidly expanding. I was suddenly becoming aware of profound changes in myself. I was fast becoming stronger and faster. I could also hear and smell better than ever before. If human blood tasted so good and granted us vampires so much power, why did we ever give it up? Probably because some cowardly vampires among our community were afraid of being exposed and hunted down by the humans. I don't know what they're afraid of. We've got money and power. We've got our own armies. We can take the humans. We should dominate this world, overtly, and constantly remind them of their genetic inferiority. Yes, because humans are genetically inferior. The men and women of the human world are constantly at each other's throats. Jealousy. Anger. Prejudice. Greed. Hatred. Humanity's many flaws. They had messed up planet earth, not us. The world would be a better place without them. Humans discriminated against their own kind based on race, gender, sexual orientation, national origin, immigration status and social status. Along with body type and health status. Their society was chaotic. Man against woman. Mother against father. Offspring against parent. System versus individual. Brother versus sister. Black against white. Straight against gay. Rich against poor. Everyone was unsatisfied with their place in the world and trying to tear down others to get ahead. There was bias, prejudice and discrimination even in the laws they created to combat these very same evils. Small wonder sometimes they went nuts and killed their friends, neighbours, co-workers and family members for no apparent reason. More proof of the genetic inferiority of humans. Other obvious signs of their inferiority was their weaknesses. They had so many diseases. Cancer. AIDs. West Nile Virus. Influenza. To name but a few. Their planet was going to hell. Their world was falling apart. Thanks to Global Warming, the human world was in danger. Rapid climate change and dwindling resources would soon force the so-called enlightened men and women of the twenty first century to revert to their animalistic, primitive state. They're talking apes who learned to shave and picked up a few tricks, nothing more. And I will be the death of them. I lay on my bed, and experienced a rare moment of clarity. What the humans call an epiphany. I smiled. Wow. Now, at last, I knew why I was born. And so I set about bringing my plan to fruition. I had to make some major moves. Fortunately, fate seemed to be on my side. Jeffrey was not only my lover and my best friend. He was also the leader of a secret group of vampires who longed for the day when humanity would once more tremble beneath the might of the vampire nation. His band mates were all members of the group. They discreetly hunted humans in order to grow more powerful. They also sought to rise in power in both the human and vampire communities. So far, the group lacked a charismatic leader to show them the way. While in the group, I met a gorgeous white female vampire named Myra Jane Thorne. This tall, fiery beauty was a Harvard University student as well as the daughter of one of the wealthiest, most famous and most powerful families in either the human or vampire worlds. We became lovers. I dumped Maureen soon after. It was for her own good, really. You know that if we stayed together, I'd take a bite out of her sooner or later. This way she gets to live. I focused on Myra, the new woman in my life. Myra was really something. A fascinating woman whose ambition and viciousness rivalled my own. I cannot thank Jeffrey enough for introducing us. I learned that he had been her lover as well. That made me smile. The bastard gets everywhere. Myra Jane Thorne was a law student. She desperately wanted to get in politics. And so formed an alliance. She, Jeffrey and I. We became the Blood Trinity. From the moment the Blood Trinity was forged, we became inseparable. We hunted men and women together in the streets of various cities around the state. We killed anyone we pleased. Cops. Firefighters. Hustlers. Prostitutes. Gangsters. Homeless men and homeless women. College students. Anyone, really. We even killed a serial killer who was operating in the Boston area. We did everything together. We killed together. And we fucked together. Once, we even had a steamy threesome in Myra's dorm at Harvard. How about that? I lay on the bed while Myra and Jeffrey joined forces to rock my world. It was one of the best nights of my life. I lay naked on the king-sized bed while Myra and Jeffrey sucked my cock and balls. Man, this was oral action that I could only dream of on most nights. And that night, my fantasies came true. All of them. I sucked on Myra's firm cone-shaped breasts while Jeffrey sucked my cock. I got on all fours and Myra happily strapped on a dildo and worked it into my ass as I sucked Jeffrey' s long and thick dick. I liked the feel of her dildo in my ass. She took her time and was gentle with me. Jeffrey was never gentle when he fucked my ass. He was often brutal and left me sore afterwards. Myra fucked me expertly while I licked Jeffrey's balls, making him cum time and again. I drank his manly seed while Myra sweetly plundered my ass with her dildo. When she was done, she made the dildo spew hot artificial cum deep inside me. Ah, what a naughty bitch. I like that! It was fun, but the night was just beginning. I was sandwiched between the two of them, and loved every minute of it. Then, Myra got between Jeffrey and me, offering us her body. While Jeffrey sucked on her tits, I licked her pussy. It tasted sweet. Much sweeter than Maureen's, for reasons I shall never know. I fingered and licked Myra's pussy, until she squealed in pleasure. She wrapped her arms around me and told me to fuck me. Jeffrey sat nearby, watching us while stroking his cock. I didn't need to be told twice. With a swift thrust, I went into her. Man, it had been so long since I had fucked a female vampire, I had forgotten what it was life. Doing human chicks was okay, but the female vampire's body was made for the male vampire's. Too often when I was with Maureen, I had to restrain myself. Why? Simply because she was human and I didn't want to break her in half during sex. I didn't have to worry about that with Myra. Her superhuman body was designed for the kind of moves I could only dream of doing with human females. I thrust into her pussy with all of my might. She wrapped her arms and legs around me. In an embrace that was unbreakable. Her firm, supple body was stronger than steel and smoother than velvet. I savagely bit into her neck. I drank from her. She scratched my back with her nails, digging deeply into me. I liked it. Ah, the sweet pain. She buried her fangs into my neck, drinking from me. We were in a realm of pleasure humans couldn't even dream of. We changed positions. I put her on all fours and spread her ass cheeks wide open. I pushed my cock into her ass and began fucking her. Meanwhile, Jeffrey stroked his long and thick cock. Judging by his movements and facial expression, I knew he was dying to join us. Not right now. Right now, he gets to watch and nothing else. That's what he gets for denying me that sweet ass of his. I had found yet another woman willing to surrender her ass to me, something my male lover refused to do. I gripped Myra's hips roughly as I slammed my cock deep into her ass. She was a wild one. Screaming louder than I ever thought possible as I fucked her. I grabbed ahold of her hair and yanked her head back as I took her. She spat like a cat and urged me to fuck her harder. I did just that. We went at it until I came, filling her sweet ass with my seed. Myra howled in such a low, primal tone that I got chills right down to my bones. What a woman! Man, this was the wildest night of my life. It cemented my relationship with Myra. She was a fantastic woman. We did all kinds of things together. Once, for my birthday, she brought me a sexy Latin punk chick named Melanie whom she had seduced at a lesbian bar. We feasted on her blood together, then dumped the body in the Charles River. Sometimes, Jeffrey joined our escapades, sometimes he was too busy with school, the band and his own adventures. Myra and I became an item. She taught me a lot about sex, life, love and how to be a vampire. Folks, sex after killing some people just for hell out of it can be the most thrilling experience you've ever had. Myra taught me how to clean up after myself. Apparently, she thought there were better ways than the Charles for getting rid of drained human corpses. I took offense at that. What was wrong with my method? She said my method was okay, but hers was better. Women. Myra lived in high-tech circles. Vampire scientists had recently discovered a chemical agent which turned living flesh into a quick-fading pile of blob. The chemical was harmless to vampires because of our unique genetic makeup but lethal to humans. Besides, when we died we turned to dust instantly. No messy bodies to get rid of. The chemical agent was amazing. It would consume an adult human's body, flesh and bones, along with clothing and everything else in a matter of minutes. Myra had recently taken to using it to get rid of the bodies she drained. I carried a bottle of it with me everywhere I went. Is my lady smart or what? I love her. Myra and I were in love. I had never seen a woman like her. She was completely accepting of me as a bisexual man but since I had her in my life, I didn't feel the need for a male lover. She was open to threesomes to spice things up. We hunted together. She had such style, too. My extremely beauty, highly fashionable and lethal girlfriend. One day, I proposed to her. I don't quite know how it happened. Let's see, we were hanging out in Bangor, Maine. There was this crime scene nearby. The police were gathered there. Someone had killed an entire family and left a particularly chilling calling card. Folks, it wasn't us. We were just admiring the handiwork of some undead friends of ours. Myra was in the mood for playing kill-a-cop tonight. You know how a lady can get when she doesn't get her way. So I obliged her. The detectives were in the house, along with the forensics people. There were two uniformed cops standing near a squad car, a tall white woman with red hair and a short, stocky Asian guy. In the darkness, they didn't see us coming. We were upon them in a heartbeat. I took the woman and Myra took the man. I grabbed the female cop from behind. She reached for her firearm. I snapped her neck effortlessly and had myself a nice drink. On her, of course. Myra toyed with the man. I hated when she did that. She disarmed him, then broke both his arms completely. Her strength stunned me. Then, she dragged him to the squad car. She slit his throat, and drank deep. He was dead in minutes. Then, she took his blood and drew a smiley face on the building wall. We took the chemical and melted their bodies into oblivion. I set the car on fire, then we took off. A few blocks away, we climbed on a rooftop. Police sirens were blaring into the night. We stood there, watching our handiwork from a safe distance. The cops were beside themselves trying to figure out how someone could have made two of their own disappear. A police spokeswoman told the media they were looking for a particularly daring serial killer or killers. I smiled, knowing they would never catch us in a million years. There we were, just the two of us. On top of the world. Eternally young. Powerful. Healthy. Strong. Immortal. The rightful rulers of the universe. I looked at Myra, and in her I saw everything a male vampire could want in a female of his kind. She was beautiful. She was ruthless. She was vicious. She was cruel. She was manipulative. And she was treacherous. She could turn on anyone at any second. She was lethal, and unpredictable. And she loved sex as much as I did. We shared a predatory love. She was all the woman I'd ever need. And so I asked her to marry me. She stared at me, stunned. I took her hand and placed it against my chest. In this position, she could literally rip out my heart in a second. I wouldn't die, thanks to my regenerative powers, but I wouldn't be any good for a long time. However, this was a symbolic gesture. I trusted her. My Myra smiled, then took my hand and placed my extended fingers on her neck. It was the female vampire's gesture of trust. Then she took my other hand and placed it upon her womb. For it was the place where our dreams would be formed, and from which they would emerge. She was acknowledging me as the future father of whatever offspring she might bear. Among our kind, the females choose the males and not the other way around. I smiled, and kissed her. She kissed me back. And that night, we fucked until I begged for mercy. Even when the sun rose and burned us, we went at it. Until, at last, I pulled into shadow and so did she. I honestly think the woman was trying to fuck me to death. I wouldn't put it past her. What a way to go! I knew I had chosen well. We drove back to Massachusetts. Maine was boring. And its people didn't taste too good. Too thick for my taste. I went back to Boston College. I had morning classes that day. I dropped Myra back at her dorm. She had three classes at Harvard that day. When the afternoon came, we met, made love, and schemed. According to vampire nation tradition, we had to play a game of meet the parents. We planned everything. Our families were the wealthiest and most powerful vampire clans on the planet. We were the offspring of immortal men and immortal women whom all mankind once bowed to. We would be a force to reckon with. Every detail had to be well-planned out, though. A Vampire's True Love Story Our families would rise against us if they ever found out we were behind the rash of unexplained disappearances all over New England. The murders and disappearances were being blamed on serial killers working in teams. The police had no idea that anything supernatural was at work. We let things calm down, and became more discreet in our predations. There were methods by which the vampire authorities might tell whether a vampire had been feeding on human blood recently. If we were discovered, we would be put to death. We entered a detoxification program. It was tough but we got through it. We had to purify our bodies before going before our families. Otherwise we would be exposed and our plans would have been for naught. We couldn't become the universe's ultimate power couple if we were dead. It was not easy to go back to drinking animal blood after feasting on human blood for so long. But together, we got through it. I had an iron will and so did Myra. Thirteen days later, our systems were cleansed. I took her to meet my parents in Milton, Massachusetts. My parents were delighted that I had finally brought a young lady home. My father especially. He had a bet going on with my older brother Jonathan that I would turn out to be gay. Well , that day, he lost the bet but was thrilled about his loss. Father summoned the entire family, most of whom were scattered around the country. My parents, brothers and sisters were present when I declared my intention to marry Myra Thorne, the immortal woman who was once worshiped as a Goddess in ancient Scandinavia. Myra and I sat in the living room, hand in hand. I could see the wheels turning in my parents minds. They were calculating the pros and cons of such a union. On one hand, Myra Thorne was the daughter of the legendary United States Senator Rufus Thorne, an ancient vampire whom ancient Scandinavians once worshiped as the Thunder God Thor. The man was filthy rich and commanded a lot of power and respect, in both the human and vampire worlds. On the other hand, my folks simply weren't expecting this. My getting engaged. Oh, well. They had better get used to it. And so it began. Next, I met Myra's father. Her mother had been slain by a cadre of vampire hunters thousands of years ago. It was what made her hate humans so much. Senator Thorne didn't approve of me and I could tell. He is not the kind of man who hides his opinion of others. Did I mention he's one of the G. O. P's rising stars? But I wasn't looking for his approval. I wanted his daughter because she was the woman I loved. I'd play nice with him but I wouldn't kiss his ugly ass. We set a wedding date, and made it happen. Myra and I went to Cancun for a honeymoon. I should mention that one hundred and forty eight people went missing that summer. Just call it an unsolved mystery. The following fall, I returned to Boston College and she returned to Harvard. I went back to playing football, going to class and enduring college life. She went back to pursuing her studies at the school which was named after a man she once slept with. Life with Myra was thrilling, dangerous and fun. I can never tire of this woman. Jeffrey joined us for some fun on certain nights. He was flying solo since the breakup of the Midnight Lads. His new hit single, " Alone Against the Dark" had topped the MTV charts. After graduating from Boston College with a bachelor of science degree in criminal justice, I applied to law school and got accepted. I decided to become a lawyer instead of a cop. Myra Thorne Hadelson graduated from Harvard University with a law degree. We're two law students living a nice life in the city of Boston while being true to our nature as predators. We prey on people in and out of the classroom. One day, our friend Jeffrey nearly got himself killed. We couldn't believe it. How could this happen? Apparently, some psychopathic human had been stalking him and followed him home. He was set on fire. Luckily, he managed to extinguish the flames and called us for help. We managed to save him. We provided him with plenty of blood and he made a complete recovery. He didn't even keep a single scar. But he was never the same again, at least mentally. The psychopath's fiery act had broken something in him. Our friend was healthy physically. Mentally, not so much. We took him to our sympathizers among the health care professionals of our kind. They did what they could for him. Myra and I hunted down the would-be killer. Troy Webber of Dorchester, Massachusetts. Some loser who believed in vampires and made it his mission to rid the world of our kind. He was operating alone. We really let him have it. Myra stuffed his nuts in his face before setting him ablaze. Then we went after his family. His wife and two sons along with his three daughters. It was a grisly scene. That's what the humans get for coming after us. They have inferior. They have no right to come after us. Like the Neanderthals before them, they should just fade away. Our mission of vengeance was only beginning. After that, we went on a nightly rampage for three weeks. We killed forty seven humans in twenty one days. They were male and female, black and white, straight and gay. Young and old. We spared no one. Three vampires working within the police force tried to stop us one night. We killed them too. We also destroyed their squad car. Then we faded into the night. A mystery to both human and vampire. When the news of the officers demise hit the human and vampire communities, Myra and I acted as if we were shocked. But inside we laughed. Humans who come after vampires die. Vampires who protect humans die as well. Slowly. That's our rule. After Jeffrey Byrne's downfall, we took over the group. Our numbers increased. All of us were wealthy and powerful vampires. The sons and daughters of the ruling vampire clans. The elite of our community. We set our new plan in motion. We began to rise in both the human and vampire worlds. After graduating from law school, I got hired by Samson & Wilson, one of the top tax law firms in the state of Massachusetts. Myra joined the District Attorney's Office as an assistant prosecutor. She was very good at what she did. Oh, don't be surprised. You know my lady always goes straight for the jugular. No matter who she's dealing with. As time went by, we became more powerful. She became the District Attorney after only four years in the office. We put our people in power. I became a full partner at Samson & Wilson, helping the super rich dodge the Internal Revenue Service. One day, I decided to run for the office State Representative. That year, I became the youngest state legislator in Massachusetts history. A couple of years later, I became a member of the Massachusetts State Senate. I actually ran unopposed. Some private detectives hired by my dear wife uncovered some pretty interesting facts about Supreme Court Judge Hannah Crowley, the Republican candidate who planned on running against me. Let's just that she's very, very close to the young woman who clerks for her. Since she didn't want that information to get out, she dropped out. I am now a state senator. My wife is the district attorney for the city of Boston and she plans on running for the office of Governor of Massachusetts someday. After the rather amicable current governor leaves office, of course. He's such a nice man. One of a few human politicians I actually like. And for once, my wife agrees. He's a very likeable human being. When Myra and I aren't playing power games, we're playing tonsil hockey ( and more) wherever we can. We've done it in the Massachusetts State House, along with the county prosecutor's office and a movie theatre near Boston Common. Yes, we're keeping the passion going. We plan on having it all. Lately, Myra has been talking about having my hellspawn. I was wondering when she'd get around to that. I'm glad she wants them. I can't wait to see a bunch of little devils who look just like me prancing around our house in the Back Bay. I don't know how many we'll have but it's definitely going to be fun making them. These days, I wake up sore and exhausted after my beloved wife tried to fuck me to death. That's the way every man, human or otherwise, should start his day. He wakes up next to his wonderful mate, and they put in their time to drastically help increase the population's growth. Oh, yeah. Since wifey and I are so busy these days, we've hired someone new to be our enforcer. Michelle Lee, Jeffrey's ex-girlfriend. She's left the rocker lifestyle behind and now works as a highly skilled assassin. While Myra and I are mixing it up, she's slaughtering our enemies, human and vampire alike. Not many men can say this, folks, but I really have it good. I love my life. And I love my wife. And the hellspawn we shall have soon. Oh, yeah. I've got her pregnant. Knocked up. Family way. Bun in the oven. Actually, make that buns in the oven. She's carrying triplets, two dudes and one chick. I've got it all planned out. The guys will go to Roxbury Latin Academy and Boston College High School. I want my guys to be successful immortal supermen like myself, so single sex education is the way to go. As for the gal, she will go to Notre Dame Academy. I can't tell you how happy I feel. Um, how happy we feel. I sometimes forget. Myra contributes too. Just kidding. She does most of the work. I love her, and the hellspawn we're going to have. I'd lay my life on the line for them, believe that. I can't wait to take the entire family on a hunting trip. Guess who's we're hunting?