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A Vampire for Willow
Chapter 1
In the town of Sunnydale, a girl named Willow decided to open a bed and breakfast. She didn't really have many friends, and thought that this would be a nice way to make some money and meet people.
Willow liked to read and discuss the supernatural with her friend Giles the librarian. He asked, "Are you sure about having a bed and breakfast, Willow? You don't know what sorts of people you might meet. It could be dangerous."
"Don't worry, Giles. I want to meet all kinds of people... especially a real vampire... a nice one."
"A real vampire!" laughed Giles. "There's no such thing."
"I think vampires are real," argued Willow. "And I want to meet one."
"Whatever you say, Willow."
When Willow opened her bed and breakfast, her first guest soon arrived. She told him to come in, and asked, "Are you a real vampire?"
"Yes, I am," he said.
She showed him to a nice bedroom, and wished him good-night. What she didn't tell him, was that she had put garlic under the mattress to see if he was a real vampire.
The next morning, Willow asked the man how he had slept. He said, "Not very well, I'm afraid. I dreamed that I was covered with fur and that I bit people."
"You're not a vampire," she said. "You're a werewolf. I heard you howling at the moon last night. You'd better leave."
"Yes ma'am," he said, hanging his head. Willow prepared for her next guest, putting new garlic under the mattress.
Willow opened the door the next evening to a blue-skinned man with little horns on his head. She asked if he was a vampire, and he said yes. She showed him to his room and said good-night.
When morning arrived, Willow asked the man if he had had a pleasant night. He said, "Sadly, no... I heard someone singing last night, and it gave me so many visions that I could not sleep a wink."
Willow frowned. "You're not a vampire. You're a demon. I would like you to leave."
"Yes ma'am," he said, quickly riding away on his motorcycle. Willow sighed heavily and went back inside her house.
Every night, Willow had a new guest, and every night it was the same story. She asked them if they were vampires, and in the morning they proved to be liars. Even Giles, in disguise, tried to trick her. When she asked him how he had slept, he said, "Oh no, I couldn't possibly sleep. Not with all those lovely books to read."
Outraged, Willow cried, "You're not a vampire. You're a librarian. Go away, Giles... I'm mad at you!"
Willow despaired of ever meeting a real vampire. She had almost given up hope...
-TBC-