The Invite

 

I should be dead. Hell, I was dead. And now look at me. I look hotter
than what I did in real life, what the fuck. Not in my wildest dreams
did I ever think the creatures I read about in novels could be real. I
mean after all, how could they be? And yet....I have no words for how
I've came to be such as I am now.

I never got a chance to know if
there was a heaven or a hell. Before I died I had been a believer in
God and the Devil but now, not so much. The one thing I'm certain of
though is the thirst for blood. I have killed without mercy or regret.
Call me evil if you will but it is simple survival. Warm blood is like a
fine red wine, hmm, so delicious. Don't look so horrified.

Oh
I'm sorry have I offended you? Does it offend you that I'm not begging
for forgiveness? Beg who? If there was a God why didn't he prevent me
from becoming this? Hmm...? Oh you have no answer for that one huh?
Exactly.

It seems as if we have gotten off on the wrong foot. What do you say I invite you to dinner?