pHe wasn't happy with the word crypt. /p

pIt just wasn't the vibe he was trying to pull off anymore. /p

pNo one thought he was evil. He kept insisting, but no one bought it anymore, frankly. /p

pThe other day, at Willy's, he had actually been told he'd reached his limit. /p

pHe didn't have a limit. He was William the fucking Bloody! /p

p "What are you going to do?" Willy had asked. "Bite me?" /p

pHe hadn't had an answer. /p

p "You're drunk enough. Go home." /p

pTo his crypt? /p

pOnly scary things had crypts. /p

pHe couldn't even scare Anya. /p

pHe needed a new name for his crypt. /p

pThat, or a new reputation. /p