A/N Just another one shot, trying to lighten my mood. Hope you like it!
Movie Night
"Bram Stoker was a hack! Even after he interviewed me, he still wrote this nonsense. And people believe it! I have never once said 'I want to drink your blood.'"
Vicki laughed, "Poetic license, Henry. I'd think you'd understand that. You're a writer."
"Yes, but I'm a good writer."
"Modesty just oozes out of your pores, doesn't it?"
"I'm honest. I mean look at that! Turning into a wolf? And a bat? Stereotyping at its worst! Sweet Jesu, no wonder mortals are afraid of my kind. They pay attention to this tripe."
"Tripe?"
"Yes. Tripe."
"Well, maybe you could go public. Take that righteous indignation on the road. You know, do the late night talk shows, show them the real deal."
"Right. Then the villagers wouldn't have to hunt me, they could just wait until I walked outside after doing Letterman."
"Nah. The women would throw themselves between you and them. Probably some of the men too. You'd be safe. You could have your own groupies."
"Groupies? Yeah, I could have groupies!"
"Henry?"
"Why would I need groupies? I've got the only groupie I need, right here next to me.
"Good save."