Blood type mine ( Pete x Mike South Park)

Waking up like this

Waking up like this

When Mike awoke his limbs were as stiff and cold as a corpse. He raised his hand to his neck and it came away bloody. As he struggled to recollect how he got into this dank basement, or whatever it was, he ran his tongue over his teeth incisors, They were long and sharp assuming they were his play fangs.

He rose to his feet and stumbled to a cracked mirror on the wall. He put his face close to the glass to get a good look but instead saw the empty room behind him. Was he a ghost? He looked back to see if his body was still on the ground but it was not. He patted his body, definitely solid.

He was aware that he should be terrified by now but his heart was even and his mind nonplussed. He realized now that he was in some dim crypt and made for the exit. It was morning. As soon as the sunlight hit his skin He felt it bubble and smelt the aroma of burnt flesh.

There was no pain but he retreated nonetheless. Then it hit him he was a vampire A REAL VAMPIRE
"I'm a real vampire! I'm as happy as a snake in a rat pit per se!!"