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ibonekoenThe name's Joseph Cook and I can guarantee that even though I'm a first draft pick for the New York Yankees, you've never heard of me. How can I be so sure, you ask? Because I died the night before spring training was supposed to start. It was tragic, really. Went out with some of my teammates for a drink to celebrate -- wearing my uniform, of course -- and met my doom in the form of a roguish dandy.
Oh, c'mon, you know, a dandy. A guy from Europe? Wears lots of scarves and those vest thingies, the coats with tails? Top hats? Monocles? Okay, so maybe my guy wasn't wearing tails, a top hat or a monocle, but he was definitely the rest of what I said. Very dapper.
What? How am I talking to you if I died? Well, that's easy. I'm a vampire. No kidding. Wanna see my fangs?
Go on, you can touch 'em. They're as real as the air you're breathing. It's not gonna hurt me if you touch 'em, go on. You know you wanna.
There, see? No harm, no foul. Huh? Oh, nah, it just gives me a little tingle. Kinda pleasant, actually, if you know what I mean. Wink, wink.
Like I was saying, I'm the Yankee Who Never Was. It was all I dreamed about as a kid too, getting to play for the Yankees. My dad used to take me to games, and all I ever wanted was to be out there on that field. I was a third baseman.
I was twenty years old when I died. Like I said, I went out for some drinks with my teammates and ended up running into this well-dressed, handsome man. Things get a little fuzzy from there, but long story short, I woke up a vampire.
The year, you say? Oh, 1918. Yeah. I don't look that old, do I? It's the vampire thing. Yeah, I am an almost one hundred year old vampire. It's a little bit scary, actually. A lot's changed over the years.
My father was a lieutenant in the Navy and my mother was a seamstress. Dad wanted me to join the military, so I could fight for my country in the Great War, but I was too young for the first draft in 1917. Besides, I was more interested in playing baseball. As soon as I graduated high school, I started playing for the Buffalo Bisons in the minor leagues. Two years later, I was drafted to the Yankees.
I haven't seen as much of the world as I would like. Why? I dunno. I traveled a bit with my maker, Alessandro, and his other progeny, Adelaide. That was an adventure. There was really no love lost between the three of us though, and Alessandro set me free in the '40s. Said I was a bore and holding them back. It's just as well. They were a little too bloodthirsty for my tastes.
From there, I wandered around on my own. Alessandro and Adelaide taught me the basics of being a vampire; the rest I learned on my own. I don't kill for sport, not like they do. I know, it's going against the vampire nature, blah blah blah. I've heard it all before from the two of them. I guess I've managed to hang on to my humanity a little longer than most vampires.
Of course, part of that is the human company I keep, but I'm sure you'll hear more about Zander later.
Day 2
Oh, c'mon, you know, a dandy. A guy from Europe? Wears lots of scarves and those vest thingies, the coats with tails? Top hats? Monocles? Okay, so maybe my guy wasn't wearing tails, a top hat or a monocle, but he was definitely the rest of what I said. Very dapper.What? How am I talking to you if I died? Well, that's easy. I'm a vampire. No kidding. Wanna see my fangs?
Go on, you can touch 'em. They're as real as the air you're breathing. It's not gonna hurt me if you touch 'em, go on. You know you wanna.
There, see? No harm, no foul. Huh? Oh, nah, it just gives me a little tingle. Kinda pleasant, actually, if you know what I mean. Wink, wink.
Like I was saying, I'm the Yankee Who Never Was. It was all I dreamed about as a kid too, getting to play for the Yankees. My dad used to take me to games, and all I ever wanted was to be out there on that field. I was a third baseman.
I was twenty years old when I died. Like I said, I went out for some drinks with my teammates and ended up running into this well-dressed, handsome man. Things get a little fuzzy from there, but long story short, I woke up a vampire.
The year, you say? Oh, 1918. Yeah. I don't look that old, do I? It's the vampire thing. Yeah, I am an almost one hundred year old vampire. It's a little bit scary, actually. A lot's changed over the years.
My father was a lieutenant in the Navy and my mother was a seamstress. Dad wanted me to join the military, so I could fight for my country in the Great War, but I was too young for the first draft in 1917. Besides, I was more interested in playing baseball. As soon as I graduated high school, I started playing for the Buffalo Bisons in the minor leagues. Two years later, I was drafted to the Yankees.
I haven't seen as much of the world as I would like. Why? I dunno. I traveled a bit with my maker, Alessandro, and his other progeny, Adelaide. That was an adventure. There was really no love lost between the three of us though, and Alessandro set me free in the '40s. Said I was a bore and holding them back. It's just as well. They were a little too bloodthirsty for my tastes.
From there, I wandered around on my own. Alessandro and Adelaide taught me the basics of being a vampire; the rest I learned on my own. I don't kill for sport, not like they do. I know, it's going against the vampire nature, blah blah blah. I've heard it all before from the two of them. I guess I've managed to hang on to my humanity a little longer than most vampires.
Of course, part of that is the human company I keep, but I'm sure you'll hear more about Zander later.
Day 2
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