Never Trust A Vampire

After the third question was answered, I chewed the eraser on my pencil nervously and tried to focus my gaze anywhere but on that bloodthirsty, hideous face of yours. You had just told me your story about how you had become a vampire not only to be with your high school crush - who was also, undeniably, a vampire - but also to get revenge on humankind for abandoning you in your most dire time of need, and, more importantly, the sun for burning your closest friends to death only the month before this ill-fated interview with me - a human, nonetheless.

Why did I decide to interview a vampire in the first place? Oh wait, that's right - I badly wanted that raise from my boss that would save my own financial situation at home. I can't screw this up. Not now - not towards the end of this conference with you.

"So, uh, final question!" I blurted out hastily, not wanting my blood stolen from my pale, shivering body, "What do you plan to do now, after this?"

"What do you mean?" you say, with a tone of something I could not place. Desperation, maybe? Or impatience? Whatever it was, it was making my skin crawl.

"I mean, after you walked into this room to talk to me about your appointment-slash-interview; after you had previously sucked the life out of the cameraman outside...?"

I knew right away that was the worst question possible to ask you - that was a fatal mistake of mine. You started giggling at first, then chuckling, and then finally bursting out into a hysterical fit of maniacal laughter.

"Oh, the answer to your delightful, little query is simple, my human pet," you sneered as your evil laughter came to an end a minute later. "I plan to do what I said earlier, of course; to be rid of all humans and that ghastly, blistering sun so my sweetheart, the other vampires, and I can rule over all of Earth and cast it into an inescapable, eternal nightfall."

I finally glanced at your face. A vile grin was plastered across your face and scarlet-red blood dropped from one of your long, vampire fangs.

"And my plan starts by...DEVOURING YOU!"

With that remark, you lunged for me, seeking refreshment from your irresistible thirst. I attempted to escape out of the front door of the journalism office, but you had sent bats to block my only exit.

And with that, you clasped my body with your cold, boney fingers and sunk your teeth into my shoulder. I felt my entire world fading into darkness as I shrieked with pain from you absorbing one of my only connections to the living world.

And here I am now. Dead. And warning the population from the other dimension to stay away from you. To never make friends with you. To never even talk to you.

You're dangerous. You proved it by taking over my home.

You will pay someday.