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I'm informed that I don't have diabetes, or high cholesterol, and I'm sexually transmitted disease-free. My sample is handed off to a mortal lab technician for a more thorough examination. I'll receive the results in the mail in three to five business days.
A small vial of my blood is placed in a locked case that is attached to my wrist via handcuff.
Once all of my information is in the database and checked over by two employees, I'm led to a room with a giant television hanging on the wall in front of a row of cushy chairs.
My chaperone asks me if I need anything to eat or drink, seeing as I fasted before my blood draw, but I tell him I'm fine.
He pushes a few buttons on the computer attached to the TV. "I'll return for you when the video is over."
The lights dim and the TV turns on.
President Swan, in all her glory, smiles widely.
"Welcome to Volturi Consultants, a trusted branch of my Vampires Assisting Mortals Program, better known as V.A.M.P. I have made it my eternal life's mission to ensure the lives of every human and vampire are as comfortable as possible. Here at Volturi, making every person in our great country feel safe but useful in all their endeavors is our top priority."
President Swan proceeds to explain the ins and outs of V.C. and the many benefits of the company and its many programs.
The first floor, the one I currently occupy, is where they perform the initial application process. The floor where you bare your soul and admit that you jerk the chicken more than any man over thirty-five should. Your blood is tested, and you watch the introductory video.
The second floor is for humans with life-threatening health issues. But like most things in life, nothing comes without a price. For the small cost of fifteen years of work through a program affiliated with V.C., those people are given a second chance at life and are transformed into bloodsuckers.