high-school-reunion

Vampire strength might not let me lift cars, but I will tear up some shrubbery all day long.

Albert died in an unfortunate accident sometime ago and was raised as a zombie by his amateur necromancer friend, Neil. Bubba was a new friend we had acquired in Vegas when helping him gain back the freedom he had previously gambled away. The fourth member of our group, a government agent and my girlfriend named Krystal, was out of town for work this week, thus I was conducting my first weekly scrabble tournament with just the three of us. Which leaves only me to be accounted for in the explanation. My name. which I hope you know by now. is Frederick Frankford Fletcher and I am a vampire, though still not the type that inspires swooning or terror.

You__e a good man who happens to be a vampire. We aren__ human, but that doesn__ make us monsters.

Are you telling me that vampires and werewolves are the reason America won the Revolutionary War?,_ I asked, dumbfounded.

Look, I__l tell you what I do, but you won__ believe me._ _ __iven that I just found you bound and gagged, my mind is somewhat more receptive than it might normally be._ __ell then, here__ the deal,_ Krystal said as she sat down next to me. __verything you think you know about monsters is a lie. Ghouls, ghosts, werewolves and more are real and hiding out behind the scenes in our world. Officially, they are known as parahumans.