Bloody Mess

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Freddy was going to die. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Again technically. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Freddy was going to die for the second (and hopefully final) time. It was his own fault really. He just didn't feel right being a blood-sucking monster of the night he had spent long enough trying not to be a complete piece of shit human (to very little success).</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>That was his punishment: he had been a bad bad boy for twenty two years and now after failing to hunt for the entirety of his vampire-hood he was going to starve. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Unless a mouth-watering therapist could give him the discipline he's been missing?</span></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Amelia needed a new couch. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>She was a respected clinical psychologist with a thriving practice specializing in the troubles of supernatural creatures. The couch her clients sat on had to be in perfect condition because something had to be. Her mind was unreliable the deep churning chaos suppressed only by strict personal rules. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Don't work past insurable hours.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Don't answer the door for a handsome stranger. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Don't fall in love with a vampire. </span></p><p></p>