Italian Vampire 101
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I'm a vampire. I guess the title makes it pretty obvious that I'm also Italian. (Not a good combo). I became a vampire in 1847. That makes me 167yrs old. Not the oldest vampire but I'm quite sure that vampire who created me was laughing at me during my transition, that's for sure.
This story is about my transition for human to vampire and whilst it may seem like it isn't that big of a deal, let me remind you...I'm Italian.
Now for staters it may not seem like much but here is a small list of things that Italians love;
- pasta that has garlic
- the majority of us are Christian, which means crucifixes
- we are outside for the most of our lives
- and us Italian men, for some reason, are constantly looking in a mirror
Now here is a list of things vampires can't do;
- eat or touch garlic
- cant even enter a toe on holy ground
- cant go out in the sun
- and cant see our reflections
Now those lists just make vampirism sound like anti-Italian rules.
Don't you think?
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