James Collier was hungry.  Not for food, not for drink, James was hungry
for blood.  He found it quite amusing to imagine being a vampire, a creature of
the night feasting on live human flesh.  He would only pick the most nubile,
young virgins ripe with burgeoning sexuality.  James was not crazy.  James
was not dreaming.  James was playing a little mind-trick he had learned over
the years.
	When the stress in his life became too much he would withdraw into
himself... his mind taking him anywhere he wanted to go.  Lately the stress
level at James' home had risen considerably, as his mother and father
drifted further apart.  They were constantly squabbling over the smallest
things... today he thought it was about a bill that was past due.
	He couldn't care less about his parents' petty disagreements, as he
continued to dream about sucking the lifeblood out of hapless victims. 
Closer... Closer...
	She was beautiful.  She was young.  She was supper.
	James' razor fangs pierced her supple neck, the hot jugular blood
spraying into his mouth.  He gulped the crimson fluid down greedily, savoring
each drop as a connoisseur would savor each drop of a vintage wine.
	She had stopped stuggling by the time James had finished drinking her
dry.  She then rose up, a kindred spirit in the night.
	She smiled at him, her new fangs glistening with saliva and her own
blood.  She would help him escape everyday mediocrity; she would be his
aide, his confident.  She would be his friend.
	"I love you." she whispered, pausing to lick her lips.
	James responded by sliding beside her and planting a passionate kiss upon
her lips...
  	
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