Bucked

I used to think vampires were sexy. Not real. Monsters. But sexy. Mysterious. Enchanting. Then 155 years later.

Fangs aren’t sexy.

They’re just pointy teeth. Thirsting for blood.

What’s sexy about blood?

Because there’s nothing sexy about the stain on my shirt and the dirt underneath my fingernails.

The eternal mess. Always foraging, never forgiving. Day in, Day out. Rise and fucking sunset.

And there’s always someone new to meet. Someone that thinks I’m sexy. But they’re wrong and I’m dead and soon they will be too.