Vampire Blood

Someone will be on the other side of that mirror- stay 18 inches of chain away from him. He bothers you- just stand up and take a few steps back- we will end the meeting. I suggest you be wise and not stupid with your press privileges here. Keep that pen out of reach, too."

"Got it- I'm all set, thanks"

Metal door opens, shuffling of feet, clamoring of chains and locks- the guards closed the door on the way out after announcing "...15 minutes...".

"I'm here from underground psych, you approved a request to be interviewed last month?"

"Yeah"

"Can you tell me what made you agree to an interview after three years of silence?"

"I was evolving, I am ready to be heard."

"Go on."

"I prefer to be asked questions, and don't forget- tick tock"

The two sat looking at one another.

"Okay then. In your last hearing, it was announced that you have changed your name to 'Vampire Blood' is this your way of announcing you now identifying as a vampire?

As a follow up to that- do you feel your timing of this name change being so close to your appeal for reversal on the death penalty due to not being 'mentally fit'..." he leaned in and a pressed hush finished, "... isn’t absolutely full on dumb ass stupid?" a smirk outlined his words.

"You seem pleased. Do I disgust you?"

"You do, and to be honest I get to write this article however I want, that is called freedom, which I have and you Mr. Vampire Cud will never know again- you sycophant, pervert, dumbass. Everyone knows you killed five people and you may be stupid but you are NOT insane." He kept himself leaned in while he antagonized... peeking every few seconds to make sure the guard was unaware of his antics.

"Are you done?" His back was to the mirrored wall- he deranged his face, "do I look like anything other than a vampire right now boy?" holding his face crumpled and partially sticking his tongue out; "thos this thook thike I'm sthane now boy?" he snarled in a thick voice.

Clearly a bit shaken, his pupils widened in a moment of fear- but doubling down- "You don't scare me dead man, you are the least immortal vampither that ever was", he goaded leaning in to appear unscathed emotionally.

Just at that second, one loud jump of chains broke the hushed room as the man opened his mouth wide and head-butted the reporter with one quick strike busting his forehead open, bit the side of his own bottom lip off, and sprayed a hard blast of his own blood into the younger man's face and open wound.

In an attempt to stand, but horrified - his body flew up and backwards falling to the floor. "Pretty sure I do know how that article will read, better make that 6 though; hep C positive... 45 minutes to the infirmary from where we are."