My Roommate Is a Vampire

by Jenna Levine

The primary reason I am typing to you now on my infuriatingly tiny cellular telephone screen

I also hate typing on my smartphone touch screen LOL

As bad as living with a vampire who hid being a vampire from me had been, living with newlyweds—even for just two days—might have been worse.

We were about to get on the Red Line at rush hour—a stressful endeavor even if it wasn’t your first time on public transportation. And Frederick was counting on me to guide him through it. “This is an assault on the senses, Cassie,” Frederick said, shouting to be heard over the din of the station and the whoosh of the approaching train.

“You’d be surprised how many unassuming suburbs have vampire dungeons,” Reginald explained.

hyperbole and overacting are the metaphorical bread and butter of the larger vampire community.”