There need to be more modern day female vampire stories that look at everyday issues, can you just imagine?
Sasha cackled with glee as she tossed the last box of tampons and pack of pads into the bag destined for the homeless charity.
She grinned with delight while sweeping all her moisturisers, cleansers, and toners into the bin.
The diet books were stacked haphazardly by the laptop, just waiting for their next owners to make a bid on ebay.
The enthusiastic vampiric clean out came to an abrupt end however when the waxing strips and new pack of razors came into view.
Two months, the arsehole who turned her couldn’t have waited two months?
Eight short weeks and spring would’ve been well and truly underway and her winter coat would be no more.
But no.
The arse couldn’t wait before he sunk his fangs in her jugular.
And now she was stuck with furry legs for all eternity.
Unless, of course, she shaved or waxed every damn day.
Sasha sighed, the undead life certainly had some perks, but the ever present body hair wasn’t one of them.
Of course some years later she’s likely to just give up and say ‘fuck it’ about the legs and will show them off in all their hairy glory, maybe flashing a little fang at those who stare with a little too much disgust in their eyes.
