Greetings...friend or food? :)=

*Roughsilk leans back in her chair and cracks open a bottle of cheap vodka*

"So you want to be a vampire eh?"
a strange smile plays across her lips
"Well you've come to the right place my friend, pull up a chair and I'll pour you a drink"
As she pours the harsh smelling vodka into a dirty shot glass you look about you, no fine paintings on the walls, no expensive gold leaf furniture, all the trappings of a vampires life you'd expect are missing.
She watches you carefully now as you begin to wonder if you made a bad choice coming here...
"What's the matter Friend, not 'Anne Rice' enough for ya?"
The strange smile comes again this time with a hint of cruelty, she begins to get out of her chair slowly reaching into a desk draw...You don't wait for her to get up , you're running out of the house as fast as you can...back in the the house Roughsilk looks bewildered as she opens the box of fine cigars she had got out of the desk
"Oh well"
she sighs,sits back down in her chair and lights a cigar.