virgin. I guess that surprising to an American.” “Naw, You'd be surprised how many Americans are virgins when they get married or least when they first meet their future spouse.” “Well, I’ve never even kissed like I just did before. But I’ve never felt like this before. Are you should you don’t want to get married now?” “A part of me does. But maybe we should slow down. Make sure we have no doubt about this. I mean I really want you. You are so unique. I’m sure you’re the only one.” “Okay. You’re so amazing! You actually respect my commitment to marriage.” “This maybe the wrong time to change the subject, but this guy broke into my room last night and told me to go home.” “Yes, he told me just before he went to see you.” “You know him?” “Vlad. He’s the king of human sucking vampires. He’s really mad that I’m in love with you. He looks down on my family because we don’t use human blood. But he’s more against vampires associating with humans. I guess that makes us like Romeo and Juliet.” She giggled and hugged my arm. “Also like Maria and Tony.” “Who?”
What is the solution to this problem of vampires using human blood? Human blood was healthier but there was a fifty percent possibility that the victims would turned in to vampires or die. I decided that if I could harvest zombies I could manufacture human blood without ever sacrifice another living human. I had a brilliant idea I could use nanobots to bring dead Romanians alive and keep them alive with those very same nanobots. Now if just I could figure out how to invent nanobots. Hmmmm.
Chapter Fifteen
The United States government prohibits me from revealing how I activated zombies with nanobots. It’s brilliant; if I do say so myself. Anyway, I soon had vampires slurping away. Both the death toll by first bite and vampirvication went down to zero. “I’m quite proud of myself.” I mentioned to Nadia in my makeshift lab. “Well, here goes,” she said as imbedded her fangs in a moaning docile zombie’s neck. “Wow, it so delicious I guess this is why other vampires prefer human blood.’ She paused. “This zombie’s not gonna jump up and eat me.” “That’s Hollywood.” “Zombies eat people on the streets of Hollywood?” “No, what I mean its fictionalized account rendered in films.” At meal completion, she wiped her lips with a napkin and kissed me passionately. “I have a little surprise for you, Sweetheart.” I informed her. “You do? What?” she replied to me. I went over to the stereo and turned it on: The Blood Bank Blues . The upbeat music began forcefully. At this cue the lab door opened and a troupe of six zombies filed out of storage room. They danced to music in a zombie like fashion. They gathered in a straight line; holding hands dancing a jig. They partnered; one twirling the other around. A partner leaped in unison across the room. They walked up the wall, flipped over, and sliding back to the partner. They grabbed each other hand and arched their back. One flipped over the other’s back. They formed other chorus line dancing and bowing for the finale. “This is very great.” She said to me gleefully, “Thank you.”
A few days later Vlad paid a visit. “I’ll try your zombie blood. My friends’ll try zombie blood.” I brought