This one I thoroughly liked—and almost used my power word in it. Though I should’ve made the room mate a straight dude instead of a chick. XD

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The Story of a Stereotypical, Ambiguously Gay Vampire (As Told by Its Straight, Mortal Roommate)

My name is Kari, and Dana Welsh and I have been sharing an apartment for about two years now. We met through college and after we had graduated, we decided to share a place. Funny, I know, since we’re polar opposites. He was the brooding Goth, I was the nerdy artist.

I had always thought Dana was your typical Goth kid, wearing the old-fashioned clothes, listening to Voltaire, dabbling in the occult or magic, and wearing more makeup than a KISS Army member. Later I found out he was a vampire. Let me tell you, he’s not like a bajillion-**** years old as he claims to be. He didn’t turn until the spring break of our sophomore year, where we met up in South Jersey with some people he had met though some weird social network thing.

Anyway, I ended up playing House of the Dead 2 at an arcade for about an hour or and ended up heading back to our hotel while Dana, or Craven Magnus, or something like that, became part of their weird club. I spent the next day looking for him (and having a re-match at that blasted machine). It wasn’t until 3AM that next more, he returned to the hotel room, smelling of cloves, some strange cologne and possibly blood.

It was the probably the strangest spring break I’ve ever had.

Since he was creature of the night, he switched all of his morning clbumes, so I didn’t see him much other than here and there, but we were still good friends. We graduated and went out on our own, and thus taking us into the now.

Dana is, well, a vegan vampire, if that’s possible. He only drinks the blood of organically raised animals. As odd as that sounds, I was just grateful he wasn’t dragging in drifters and bums. He had also grown finicky over the certain preparations of his clothes (I usually do the laundry, despite his ****ings and his offers to help.) Other than that, I had no problem.

By now I had I started my own freelance designer job, so I worked whatever hours I wanted to, as well I had started dating a nice guy by the name of Gabe. Dana was jealous, I think, because one moment he was calling us ‘breeders’, then next he was trying to hang out with us, and flirting with Gabe and such. When I had called him out, he’d claim he wasn’t doing anything. After the shenanigans with Gabe, he was claiming to be going out with a woman named Lillith, whom I had never seen or heard from. That went on for a few weeks until Dana asks me if ‘Victor’ could move in.

I agreed, since they were upping the rent, and I was going through a dry spell. At first I had though Victor to be on of his club friends who need a place to stay. It was then it all hit me. The clothes, the jewelry, the constant feng shuiing of the living room, the bath salts, and the constant stealing of my make up—something was fishy here.

Then, of course he tells me his mother was coming to visit and that it wouldn’t be long. She was some kind of novelist and had a signing here, so she though she’d check up on him after it was done. I had gone for groceries that evening and I returned to find her on my couch with her son, sipping chai tea. She greeted me, thinking I was “Lillith”, to which I had apologized and flashed a look at him. He gave a nervous look, apologizing to mama that she would be here soon.

Not even ten minutes later, Victor comes in full-out drag. It was like something take from ‘The Birdcage’, I tell you! I nearly busted out laughing, but held it in, as I was sure there was some reason behind it. We had dinner and his mother was gone by ten.

After she left I had confronted him about the meeting, and stating he shouldn’t be afraid of what his mother thought. He laughed in my face and told he had come out of the closet to her while still in High school—the problem was telling her he was a vampire!