There are a few misconceptions about vampires I'd like to clear up. No, we don't sparkle in the sun. We don't turn into bats to fly through the night. We don't all look as good as Wesley Snipes in black leather. I'm not related to Dracula.
When I tell people I'm a vampire, I get one of two reactions. One - pure, abject horror. Two - an all-consuming morbid curiosity. Those who recoil think I'm joking, that I have some sort of mental deficit, and they're in the presence of a crazy person. They offer to pray for me, they make the sign of the cross, and they splash vodka sodas in my face. Those are the type of people I like to avoid. You can only ruin so many nice jackets before you take the hint...
I wasn't always a vampire - 20 years ago, I was a normal 25-year-old kid named Bryce. All of that changed when Camilla came into my life. One night of passion changed my world, and when I woke up covered in blood and wholly transformed, life as I knew it was over. Bryce was dead, and I was given new life. Camilla vanished, and for twenty long years, I never saw her again. When Camilla reappears in the small town I now call home and makes me an offer I can't refuse, it's all I can do not to follow her like a lost puppy. Will she be my savior or my downfall? It's nothing personal, it's just blood lust.