He was a vampire, I was naked and it was Christmas. That's what I get being the best personal trainer to the stars when the star is the next Dracula on the silver screen and he's a real vampire. EE wanted a Jacob as vampire and for a writer with 300 years of middle age spread, Mister Fangs became my assignment.
"It's cold in here," he said.
"It's a shower room. You got something I don't got?" I asked. He smiled, his fangs sparkling in the harsh light. "Besides that?" I could see him hesitate. H...
Published on July 04, 2010 07:16