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This is my final for Creative Writing. A short story. That is not a fan fiction. Seriously. The title of the story is just me being a little shit. Anyway, I take myself and my writing very seriously, as I am sure you can see. Okay. Basically, Bite Me is about this guy named Oliver who just wants a break, and is getting drunk on a park bench late at night/early in the morning, when a particularly attractive fellow sits down by him, rips out the throat of a pigeon, and then promptly falls off the bench and onto the ground. So, Oliver finds himself in charge of keeping the idiot guy-who turns out to be a couple hundred years old vampire-from not getting killed by the resident vampire hunters. This results in lots of moving around from place to place, some running, screaming, not entirely unpleasant neck biting, and stealing blood bags from the local hospital. Which, is like, totally not illegal at all.
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