The First

    Peter Thompson paced his living room barely able to contain himself. He finally did it. He finally convinced a vampire to come back to his place. He had been going to Tania's for almost a year now. It was the only bar in the city that allowed humans to mix so openly with the infected, at least on the main floor. He knew there was a basement. A basement that only vampires were allowed in. No werewolves or humans allowed. A vampire couldn't even take their human dates. He tried a few times to get down there but every time he was turned away by the giant they had standing by the door. He had tried again tonight. He even was able to get a vampire to say that he was their date but the huge boulder with legs refused to let him in again. He was tired and more than a little tipsy so he thought about calling it a night. That was when a vampire found him.      He walked out of the club into a dark street. Tania's was on the edge of town in the warehouse district. Her warehouse club expanded the entire block, but since the windows were over twenty feet high the club looked more like a prison on the outside. The whole building was made on concrete. There was no adornments or flashy signs announcing the club. On top of the door was just a simple sign that read Tania's. You either new about it or you didn't. The place had been around for a long time, but wasn't open to humans until the infected came out sort of speak. He was only a teenager back then but he remembered the panic that struck the city. There announcement however was well planned and organized.      As soon as the announcement was made, the UVA (United Vampires of America) and the WAL (Werewolves Awareness League) each aired hour long shows called 'Fact or Fiction' about both types of infected. It a smart move. They told everything that vampires would not blow up in the sun and they don't life forever, just a really long time. Werewolves did not turn into actual wolves on the full moons. They didn't call themselves supernaturals either. They were called the infected because essentially that was exactly what it was. Each person was inflected with a disease or virus that manipulated their DNA. Even now there are some people that are wary of them but most have accepted the reality and moved on. After all, the mortgage is is due at the end of the month and there was never any evidence that they hurt humans.     He was never scared of them. After watching those shows he was fascinated with them. It wasn't until he turned thirty though that he started to become obsessed. He was thirty four years old now, short and overweight, his job sucked, no wife, no kids, no social life. He desperately wanted something more and becoming an infected would do that. He preferred to be a vampire but if he turned into a werewolf, that would be okay too. That is why he was currently pacing up and down his living room checking to make sure everything is perfect for his guest.      Walking out of Tania's club there was no other choice then to walk in the dimly lite streets. It could be a little scary, but he never once had a problem. The patrons say that Tania runs a very tight shift. That also includes the surrounding neighborhoods. No vampires are allowed to feed within a four-block radius of her bar. He never once had a problem so when he walked down the deserted street at 2 in the morning he strolled with as much confidence as he could muster after another failed attempt. That was when he saw Armando walking toward him. At first he thought he was human, with baggy jeans and an over sized hoodie he was completely surrounded in shadow. Vampires didn't typically wear such baggy clothes at least not the ones he'd seen. It wasn't until he looked up that he knew what he was.      It didn't take him much convincing to talk him into having dinner with him. He knew it wasn't s****l. It was like he could read my mind. He knew I wanted to be turned. He just hope to God he didn't end up looking like him. Armando seemed like a nice guy but there was definitely something wrong with his face. Peter had never seen a vampire look the way he did. He imagined that was why Armando was so willing to change him. He understood what it was like for someone like him. Someone that no matter what he did or how approachable he was, people didn't flock to him. Most people just ignored him as if he wasn't even there. He couldn't imagine people ignoring Armando and not because he was a vampire, but because he had an odor to him. He gave off a small hint of what he could only describe as food that has gone bad. He didn't need him to smell or look good, he reminded himself. He just needed to be willing to turn him.      He looked around his crappy apartment one more time before his doorbell rang. He hoped his guest couldn't hear his heart pounding. He tried very hard to hold in his excitement as he walked to the door. This disturbingly ugly and smelly man was going to change his life forever. With a wide smile and his right arm out to welcome his guest he opened the door.