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I’m in an old creepy basement, you know, cobwebs, grey walls, moldy damp corners, that sort of thing.  Someone’s yelling at me to run up the stairs quickly because there’s vampires in the basement! Pff, as if I’m gonna run, I think to myself.  This might be my only chance of becoming a vampire! Why would I want to miss out?  And sure enough, these bodacious vampire babes come crawling up towards me, like slithering almost on their bellies.  I practically jut my neck out towards them, images of a dinner bell ringing in my mind.  The transformation was quick and painless and we set about killing and turning the rest of the people in the house.
There was a good sized group of us, all told, standing around accepting our new life as an immortal undead leach of sorts.  One of the original vampires points out that it’ll be morning soon and that we’ll have to huff it if we want to get back to the safe house in time.
So we start taking off across this ever growing field, freaking out because the sun is just coming up over the horizon.  I can feel daybreak nipping at my heels and I swear I was a gonner, but I manage to make it to the woods in time.  However, half our group were too slow and had to clutter together under the shade of a tall tree, presumably hoping to wait until nightfall.  The rest of us left them, cutting our losses, but realizing that they probably wouldn’t have made good vampires anyways.
Once we’re back at the boarded up safehouse, I start asking the group what kind of vampires we were.  You know, like, if we were more like the Anne Rice vampires or the Dracula type or maybe even the Buffy ones.  I didn’t want to find out I had an aversion to crosses and holy water when hunters were after us.
“And what about silver, does that hurt us?” I ask.
“Naw,” another replies. “Silver’s never hurt anyone but werewolves, like that guy over there.” He points to a weasly looking character.
“Hey!” He sounded really irritated having his weaknesses revealed.
Later that night, we all decided to go out to eat at a fancy restaurant.  Well, at one point we all decide to go to the restroom to powder our noses, even though we can’t see our faces in the mirror.  I glance over and noticed a man loading silver bullets into a gun.
“Oh crap, guys, that man has silver bullets!” I fret to my comrads.
“Geez man, cool it.  Like I said, only werewolves are harmed by bullets. Like that guy.”
“Hey!” the weasly man again replies.

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I awoke laughing.

Description
I’m in an old creepy basement, you know, cobwebs, grey walls, moldy damp corners, that sort of thing.  Someone’s yelling at me to run up the stairs quickly because there’s vampires in the basement! Pff, as if I’m gonna run, I think to myself.  This might be my only chance of becoming a vampire! Why would I want to miss out?  And sure enough, these bodacious vampire babes come crawling up towards me, like slithering almost on their bellies.  I practically jut my neck out towards them, images of a dinner bell ringing in my mind.  The transformation was quick and painless and we set about killing and turning the rest of the people in the house.
There was a good sized group of us, all told, standing around accepting our new life as an immortal undead leach of sorts.  One of the original vampires points out that it’ll be morning soon and that we’ll have to huff it if we want to get back to the safe house in time.
So we start taking off across this ever growing field, freaking out because the sun is just coming up over the horizon.  I can feel daybreak nipping at my heels and I swear I was a gonner, but I manage to make it to the woods in time.  However, half our group were too slow and had to clutter together under the shade of a tall tree, presumably hoping to wait until nightfall.  The rest of us left them, cutting our losses, but realizing that they probably wouldn’t have made good vampires anyways.
Once we’re back at the boarded up safehouse, I start asking the group what kind of vampires we were.  You know, like, if we were more like the Anne Rice vampires or the Dracula type or maybe even the Buffy ones.  I didn’t want to find out I had an aversion to crosses and holy water when hunters were after us.
“And what about silver, does that hurt us?” I ask.
“Naw,” another replies. “Silver’s never hurt anyone but werewolves, like that guy over there.” He points to a weasly looking character.
“Hey!” He sounded really irritated having his weaknesses revealed.
Later that night, we all decided to go out to eat at a fancy restaurant.  Well, at one point we all decide to go to the restroom to powder our noses, even though we can’t see our faces in the mirror.  I glance over and noticed a man loading silver bullets into a gun.
“Oh crap, guys, that man has silver bullets!” I fret to my comrads.
“Geez man, cool it.  Like I said, only werewolves are harmed by bullets. Like that guy.”
“Hey!” the weasly man again replies.

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I awoke laughing.