Crepsley - Bad Blood

All of a sudden, the vampire began coughing. He pushed Steve away from him and stumbled to his feet. To my horror, I saw his mouth was red, covered in blood, which he quickly spat out.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked, rubbing his arm where he had fallen.

“You have bad blood!” Mr. Crepsley screamed.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked. His voice was trembling.

“You are evil!” Mr. Crepsley shouted. “I can taste the menace in your blood. You are savage.”

“That’s a lie!” Steve yelled. “You take that back!”

Steve ran at Mr. Crepsley and tried to punch him, but the vampire knocked him to the floor with one hand. “It is no good,” he growled. “Your blood is bad. You can never be a vampire!”

“Why not?” Steve asked. He had started to cry.

“Because vampires are not the evil monsters of lore,” Mr. Crepsley said. “We respect life. You have a killer’s instincts, but we are not killers.

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Cirque Du Freak: A Living Nightmare, Chapter 15