Mr. Vampire Who Lives in My Neighbourhood
1,589 words · 4/22/2026
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Florence, staying late at the lab once again, was startled to find the blood samples she needed for her analysis missing.
"Blood samples that arrived this morning, I left them in here—" She froze, staring at the empty vials in the fridge that had held 12 tubes of blood.
"Farrell, this isn't funny! Where are you hiding?"
A fiery glare whipped towards the fleeing culprit.
"Farrell, you jerk! Get back here!" Florence stormed out heedless of David and Toni's shock, fury propelling her search.
"Florence, what happened?" David asked, puzzled. She was the only one bold enough to yell at the vampire so openly.
"He drank all the blood samples I had stored!" She wheeled on them. "Do either of you know where he went?"
They might, having spotted his frantic bolt towards the morgue, but no one would dare cross an undead blood-drinker...
Hands on her hips, Florence pressed, "Why so silent? Are you hiding him?"
The pair exchanged uneasy glances, refusing to break solidarity.
"Fine!" Unexpectedly, Florence swabbed her arm and drew a vial of her own blood.
In a blink, Farrell materialized behind her, clinging desperately like a starving man, salivating at the sample. A swift kick sent him sprawling.
"Let's see you escape the allure of my blood!" Dragging the dazed vampire by his collar, she marched away leaving the others stunned.
"See what you've done?"
"You didn't lock the fridge, I assumed—"
"Think you can mess with my work and get away with it?"
"I could replenish samples with my blood..."
Dragging Farrell back like a misbehaving child, Florence's mix of anger and exasperation was evident. "You're banned from drinking blood for a month, mister. Maybe that'll teach you some respect for my work."
"No, Florence! Have mercy!" He pleaded pitifully.
David and Toni observed the unusual dynamic between the two.
Farrell's usual suave demeanor was nowhere to be seen in the face of Florence's wrath