3000 Miles of Blood [Rough Draft]
Morgan Karga is the only vampire living in Crystal Falls. At least, as far as she knows, she's the only vampire who's lived there for the past century. For the most part, she's come to terms with the fact that she's alone in a world full of oblivious humans.
She spends most of her nights sitting around in her apartment watching reruns and sucking down raccoon blood. Animal blood is pretty freakin' gross, but you might be doing the same if the last human you drank drove you to murder.
Being an impulsive bloodsucker isn't exactly easy, but burying yourself in a hole somewhere in nobody-land, swamptown, Florida isn't all that exciting either.
It's a double-edged sword of boring and mind-numbing perpetual nothingness. The kind of existence that can drive a woman mad. Especially if you don't have an expiration date.
But hey, she gets by, and honestly, what else could anyone, dead or alive, ask for?
That is, until one night, amid the humid, choking air and bustling feet of drunken college kids across the downtown boulevard party district, she finds herself in an alleyway. She finds herself sinking her teeth into some random dude with his pants down around his ankles pressed up against the hood of her car.
For once in her lonesome existence, she really feels like the vampire she was meant to be, all over again.
And that, that is when everything changes.