Vulgar creature? Says the guy who spent 3 Centuries being a lawyer?
That level of kettle calling the pot black is almost worthy of my good friend the Demon Prince Darth Cheney. Heartless fiend he is. (Literally–he treats them like batteries: keeps draining them dry and then needing to go out and steal another one). Haven’t seen him recently, although I’ve heard he was promoting wars in some far off plane of existence. Some tidal backwater or other.
All I can say is that vampires really suck.
Although of course, I’ll still be bittorrenting the final season of True Blood down to my mirror. Now, I do have to admit, if I were to work with a vampire, it would have to be Pam. She’s a class act. Too bad about her maker getting toasted. While I do love me a bit of Fried Swede now and then, he was probably overcooked.
When I was alive? I’m about as alive as I ever get, afraid. Although some mornings I feel more dead than others. Those Damned Denubians, you sometimes get a spiked batch. Although admittedly, you have to drink a lot to find the spiked batches.