Blood Moon

by Jillian Graves

A tall, pale white man with shoulder length wavy black hair and lean muscles stands in front of me. He’s the spitting image of every fictional vampire crush I had as a tween. He’s dressed in all black too, jeans, fitted T-shirt, and open leather jacket. What soft-core late-night paranormal TV-show dressed this guy?

“Because I don’t need to create something that already exists. I just need to support you.”