Fredericton To Toronto Bus

Vampires can not enter a house if they are not invited.
Cass had always been convinced that it was a dance that was invented for people to feel safer.
Kam, by contrast, always said that the popular beliefs could be more powerful than you thought. Cass
So, a little 'for revenge and a little' for fun, let him shut the door. Always.
Vampires can not enter a house unless invited. They can try, of course, but with poor results.
But this is just one of many things that vampires can not do.
There is the sun, for example, or sex.
Yeah, sex. One thing that not all beliefs the world may change. This is because the vampires are dead, more or less. No heartbeat, no blood flow. No blood flow, no "flag-raising."
But Cass did not care, he had always had a bad relationship with sex, so was happy to find a guy who was unable to do so. The
spared a lot of effort to come up with excuses like: "I have a headache," "I have to change the water in the goldfish" or "the stars are not in place."
Another thing that people are taken for granted about vampires is that these to be the impossible cool.
Kam was not. He had red hair, curly, unkempt, pale complexion and, despite being years since I saw a ray of sunshine, an incredible amount of freckles.
did not know many other vampires, but none of them was to define a sex symbol.
So, ultimately, be a vampire was decidedly less exciting than to be told about, not to mention the fact that each type of alcoholic beverage was prohibited. Unless your dream is not to look like something very smooth and very dead.
- I come in? - Kam asked, staring at the massive wooden door white before him.
- Nh, I have to think. - Cass said, from behind this.
- Can I force you, you know it? - The vampire hoped to sound quite convincing.
- No, you can not. We've already tried that last time, remember? - Apparently there was no successful.
Some vampires were able to "persuade" people, or at least claimed to do it. But Kam was not very sure it was true. Half of the frightening rumors going around about vampires, they had put about themselves.
- At the end you made me come in, though.
- Just because you make me sad ... - answered the girl, opening the door. - From entering. I invite you formally to my house, Mr. Vampire.
Kam felt as if his body had just realized that, indeed, before him there was a door. It was annoying. It was every time.
entered the house and his nose began to tingle so annoying.
A fat lady smiling at him from the back of the hall, or rather, he hoped that that was a toothless grin smile.
That woman, who then was the grandmother of Cass, he quickly realized his situation, at first sight.
he immediately digging in an old trunk he had extracted a finely carved wooden crucifix. Then he placed him under the nose.
- Interesting - had commented after a few seconds - I thought you'd loose, or you would have caught fire.
Strangely, Kam had felt a bit 'guilty for having disregarded the expectations of the strange old woman.
From that day, she was very kind and polite, but had always kept at least three feet away from him.
- Garlic? - Kam asked, scratching his nose.
- Oh, yeah. - The woman answered from the hallway, nursed a long series of heads of garlic. - Nothing personal eh ... just in case.
Then he sighed, pulled down slightly by the fact that even this time he had burned in agony.
Cass laughed with amusement, his grandmother was convinced that Kam was the devil himself, incarnate in human form to eat his niece and to begin a demonic race that would invade the whole earth.
He also commented that, while he was, he could at least be incarnated in the body of a model and not a skinny guy with freckles and a head of hair by earthquakes.
The old woman made another friendly smile to the couple and then went upstairs where the bedrooms were, busy planning another attack brought the evil that had crept into her house.
Kam sat on the couch, not without first checking that there were no silver pins or other traps like that. At least, he thought trying to console themselves, the dawn was still far away. TO BE CONTINUED


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and so you open this blog ... which I hope will be long and full life.
I decided that I will sign with my name, although I am a fanatic of pseudonyms. In part because it seems to become a serious matter, and partly because if all goes well, I'll need later pseudonym for another post.
One thing to say I needed it.
I'd probably need to hear again the anxiety that biting the bottom of the stomach, which translates into words is: "It will come right?"
do not know. But I enjoyed writing it (at the time, the first part is a bit 'old) and complete it.
This subspecies of early plot was born in Chicago, after the failed attempt to attend a parade in honor of the late MJ Zombie and a service of ten minutes on the news where they showed what American was cool to be a vampire sbrilluccicoso. To which I asked myself: what if it were not so beautiful?
Hence the idea and title.
Grandma I like it the kind of grandmother who would like to have me. Instead of pretending Gorgon reservoirs on the cheeks as cold as those of a dead ... but you can not have everything in life, right?
It's really too hot today ...
Over and out. Camilla