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It was one of those casual Friday evenings when me and my hunky 5’2" boyfriend Logan hung out with 22 psychics in a pool. I wore a cute yellow bikini, and he wore a blue speedo. We meet up with them to revive our vibe when we feel bummed.
Sadly for us, things turned to shit when they saw a blood puddle by the pool. Psychics are known to steal blood without the victims noticing! That could be dangerous since blood loss ain’t good for people.
"Ah crap," said one of the psychics, " how are we gonna figure out whose blood this is?"
"Worry not," answered Dracula The Psychic, "my specialty is blood!"
Dracula The Psychic bent down and licked the puddle and then looked over to Logan and I expectantly. We then realized that he wanted to taste our blood to compare the taste and, hopefully, figure out whose blood got stolen.
"Oh but Logan, I’m scared!" I cried. "It’s ok, I’ll go first babe" he said reassuringly, holding my hand.
I watched as Dracula The Psychic bit into my boyfriends neck, leaving two little puncture marks. I braced myself. I had to be brave. Dracula The Psychic bit into my neck. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel a thing.
"I’m so proud of you," said Logan "you did it!" He kisses me.
"Wait… this isn’t you guy’s blood." Said Dracula The Psychic. Logan looked at me, clearly trying to hide his fear. "Shit," he began, "who lost their blood?"
To be continued.