Another Vampire Story

Chicks nowadays are insane.  I mean, ever since the whole vampire/werewolf phenomenon, the world just doesn't make any sense! I could walk right up to a girl, flash my fangs, and she'd be all over me, telling me to bite her.  I even got a dramatic 'I know what you are' line thrown at me once, and I'm just like, well duh. What, you think these fangs are for opening cans?  

See, they all think that by letting me attack them, we will eventually fall in love, get married, climb trees, ect., ect., but it's kinda hard to do all that when your six feet under.  So let's things straight.  I do not sparkle, I am not Ussain Bolt, I cannot read minds, I will kill you If given the chance, and I most definitely will not or will ever fall in love.

Sure, I'll have my flings here and there every once in  a while, but in the end, my hunger usually gives  out.  There are not very many other vampires around here in the city, other than J.J.; too hard to hunt  with people around and busy twenty-four seven.  

Our kind, for the most part, likes to stay in remote areas, with lots of land and trees.  The center of the vampire population, though, is in Europe. I've done that whole wander  from country to country thing out there, and I mean, when you have literally all the time in the world sometimes there's nothing else better to do, but I was done just sitting, wading through time.  Most of the older blood suckers have had enough time to take, stash and just sit on money like it's nothing.

 I haven't really had the pleasure of being that filthy rich.  I don't have that kind of wisdom yet at my young age.  Ok so I might not be considered young compared to the average human,  and I won't tell how old I am exactly, but let's just say Abe Lincoln's got nothing on me.  Even then, though, I still have my same old eighteen year old mind, frozen, only changing slightly with the evolution of mankind.  And yeah, I still look smokin.

But, really, I wanted to actually participate in what the present world had to offer.  So I dragged my bestfriend J to LA to have a go at a career that I'd wanted to pursue for a very, very long time.  Yes, we can have jobs, even in the daylight with no side effects.  Although, we still aren't able to soak up rays as easily as the average person, but that's where the art of spray tans come in.  

Now J and I share a beach side appartment in Santa Monica with an insane view of the water.  Unlike J.J, I'm into things like gorgeous scenery.  To be honest, he doesn't like much of anything really, besides me... sometimes, and hunting.  

I'd like to think he might have been happier as a kid, with his bleach blonde hair n all, but he doesn't really talk about his life before his 'change'.  I think he might of come from Denmark originally or something.  His real name's Jens Jurgensen... Not that it matters.  It's not much of my business anyways.

He wasn't quite estatic about the idea of moving here, but all we have left is each other, and he has just as much time to kill, so he came around.  And now we're here.  I guess there's still the question of why.  

Well, I've always had the dream of becoming an actor...