Based on a dream:
Dr. Vampire was born out of a plum.
After he had tore through the flesh and skin of the fruit, he had immediately felt sorry for ruining the pretty purple sweetness that gave birth to him.
He never meant to be the way he is.. Dr. Vampire can’t help it, and he’s very sorry about it.
He loves the beautiful small things like numbers that add and subtract neatly, a walk under the spring rain in his big rain boots, and quiet moments meant for daydreaming.
How had he been born a such a gentle soul, but forced to extract suffering from business students? At least algebra makes sense — that he can count on.















