AN: Little bit of swearing in this one, so if you don't like that don't read it. Please. Don't make me deal with your bad attitude.
"Hey, Olivia?" I ask, feeling a bit nervous. I start to walk over to her. "I need to tell you something."
"Yeah, what do you wanna tell me?" She inquires, looking a bit worried. "You know can tell me anything." I look around nervously.
"Well... I'm a vampire."
"Really? Like Count Dracula? Cool!"
"No, no, he's a terrible example of a vampire. Extreme hemoholic. I don't even know why he's so famous!"
"And why is he such a bad example of a vampire, Margaret?"
"Blood is like alcohol to vampires. Human blood in the quantity that he drank would be considered full-blown hemoholism."
"So, like alcoholism."
"Yes Olivia. But worse."
"In what way?"
"In the way that he's a fucking murderer, Olivia."
"Oh."
"Don't 'Oh' me! It's a perfectly simple concept!"
"How strong is human blood as an alcohol substance? I mean, not to pry or anything..."
"No, no, it's okay. Human blood would be like vodka, while animal blood would be beer or some shit."
"Oh, so can you drink normal alcohol?"
"Yeah, but it's boring."
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