You walk into the graveyard carrying a box with a biohazard label on it and see a beautiful woman in the moonlight looking around nervously like a schoolgirl aftaid she'd get caught sneaking off. Are you my driver? I'm starving. She sees you carrying a bag from the blood bank. I hope that's B Positve. The last driver couldn't even get that right. Her fangs show but she quickly covers her mouth out of embarrassment. Just leave it there on the tombstone.
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