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Vampires, sex, blood and Eric Northman

Chapter one: Nan Flanagan

I hate the great revelation. Why Vampires decided come out of their coffins? Why couldn't they stay in the darkness? Gosh, about what now will I write? Humans? No fucking way I am going to write about boring Humans! Become a novelist, with all that romance crap that old and lonely people read, not for me. Before all this shit I was the greatest fiction writer, my books about vampires, of course, they were sold so easily that every thing I wrote became a movie. I was the queen of dark romance between humans and vampires, but now, I can't write about vampires anymore. Can you believe it? I received a Letter telling me that I was forbidden of writing about Vampires since they were real. Well that didn't happened only to me, but "Come on!" They are not a mark or something like that, humans are real too and I don't have to pay to write about them!

I was having this inner discuss with myself, more like cursing the great revelation, when someone knocked. "Who the hell come at 2a.m in a Sunday to visit!". I got my Jacket, ready to shout "Get out of my property" to whoever it was, but when I opened the door I couldn't believe my eyes. Nan Flanagan, the vampire who speaks for the American Vampire League was in my porch. "Oh my god! What the hell is she doing here!" I almost closed the door in her face, but I stopped that stupid impulse. My face was blank; I didn't know 'what to say' or 'my name'. She had two big pale guys (Vampires) behind her, and she had a awful face, like she was doing the most unpleasant thing ever.

- Alice Riddle? – She said in a monotone voice. I only nodded, still not believing in my eyes. "Gosh, I must be dreaming". – Won't you invite us in? – I blinked. "Oh, they can't get in without an invitation."

- Won't you please come in? – I got out of the way and they leaded themselves to the living room. "How, what, when? What the fuck! There are three vampires in my couch." I sat in the oppose side of them. "They are much scarier live other than in television. They stare TOO much." – Why are you here? – There is no polite way to start this conversation. "Thank god I was dressed to answer the door!".

- We, the American Vampire League, are willing for you to write a book about vampires. – "No way!"

- I though it was forbidden to write about vampires. – "I can't believe this is really happening."

- Well it is, but we want a book about vampires that make a good image of us. A book wrote by human, about vampires, to humans. – "I don't get it."

- I though you didn't wanted to make public all your secrets.

- You won't write about our secrets, you will write about vampires in a better vision, not a book for fangbangers but for normal humans. That will help with our cause.

- You want a book to help with all these "Say no to hate" campaign? But masked by a romance?

- Exactly.

- But why me? – "From all American writers, she chooses me."

- Because I know your work from before the great revelation and your work is the only less ridiculous and humiliating one. So will you do it or not? Of course you will be well bounty for your work, well if it reaches the expectations. So are you in or out? – That's all I have been begging for, but why am I afraid? Perhaps for those hungry eyes from the vampires next to her. Or perhaps because I don't know how to start it. "Where would I do the research about vampires?"

- I'm in, but how can I research more about 'nowadays vampires'?

- You weren't far from the true about our kind, but don't worry about it, I know the perfect place. – They were going back to the door. The big weird guys went out, but she stopped and turned when I said:

- You do? – She was grinning. A scary grin, that only vampires know how to make.

- Have you ever heard about a place called Fangtasia?