Majestic wooden boats used to sail the seven seas in search of adventure and money
And of those two, money was the more important
So when the age of steam dawned on technology’s horizon, those great ships could see their time sunsetting
That’s when the magic died and shipping became not an adventure, but a commodity, a rich one.
Bashful with a dash of humility was his favorite drink
Leaving him sated every time he partook of that sweet nectar
Under the moonless sky, he would go out for a pint or two
Fortune smiled when he found a sweet young insecure thing looking for tall, pale, and handsome
Finding a dark spot to sip her vitality, he never saw the wooden stake till it was too late
Clutter of electronics covered his desk like high tech lichen on a wooden rock
Reality bending miracles of the past now mere pieces and memories
And he kept contributing new relics to the collection
Swearing, he flicked the switch again, but
His computer still wasn’t booting, just more of the blue plague infecting his vision
She took out the long wooden stake and drove it into his heart
The vampire shuddered once before collapsing to the tabletop
Emily smiled. Buffy had nothing on her
Alan took a step back from her, horrified
Killing someone in cold blood because they liked their sirloin rare seemed a bit over the top
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