Bloodlust and Bylines
By JL Merrow
Be careful what you wish for. That’s what they always say, isn’t it? Shame I never listened.
Look, it’s the story of the decade, right? Of the century, even. Vampires Are Real. Name a single journalist who wouldn’t give the body part of your choosing to scoop that one. Bit of a pity, then, that it looks like I’m going to have to go all the way. I mean, an arm, a leg—you can learn to live with that, can’t you? Or, rather, without it.
Every single drop of blood in your body? Not so much.
So it’s understandable that I’m just a little scared as they push me into the cellar. To meet Viktor. Viktor the Vampire. Who is, apparently, feeling a bit peckish tonight. And will, therefore, be extremely pleased to see me.
Lucky me.
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It seemed like such a
