If I am ever turned or infected or whatever thing happens that transmits vampirism to non-vampires, the first thing I will do is walk out into the sunshine.
I would walk out into the sun, partly because I would forget that it can kill me, partly because I'm to cool to care if I burst into flames and become dust, but mostly because I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, blood.
I hate the sight of blood. I hate the taste blood. I hate when I get cut and blood leaves my body. I hate giving blood; I don't care if it's to test for disease to save my life. I hate thinking about blood.
Unlike The Vampire Librarian and this person, I could never be a vampire. No, not even to sleep with Buffy. Or Spike.
