It had only been a few days since I put the ad on Craigslist. "SWM seeks F vamp to receive blood donation in private setting. Possible repeat." I was expecting an email, but she skipped straight to ringing my doorbell 30 minutes after sunset on Friday night.
"I'm Anastasia," she said. "I saw your Craigslist ad." She didn't seem nervous or even cautious. Of course someone like her would be accustomed to the lifestyle.
She wasn't how I'd pictured someone responding to my ad. She wore downscale office clothes, including full-length loose pants and low kitten heels, plus a baggy windbreaker zipped all the way up and even a knit cap on her head from which no hair escaped. But her pale eyes pierced me hungrily like an authentic vampire's, and she was beautiful enough to get away with having ex
