Chilled Blood, Part 1: Like, woah.

The Ancen/t g/urus at /tg/ were getting their rage on about another fanfic vamp. series, and it came up that the most quality thing one introduced was the idea of surfer vampires. The idea of writing a short story on this for teh gits and shiggles appealed to me, so here it is "Chilled Blood". Enjoy, my good dudes, enjoy.

It was a dark and most excellent night. Me and my crew were chilling out punching some cones out beyond the breakers. I loved this time of night, no crowds, everything was all chill. All out of nowhere some headlights came on, halfway up the beach. It was probably my good dudes, Razz and Murph. I passed the J to Pez and caught a tiddler in. The propper waves won't start up for a while yet.

Once on the beach I wave down the ol' shagin' wagon and and sure as can be, Razz and Murph jump on out. "You got the stuff man?" I ask.
"Sure thing, bro. Never gonna leave a mate high and dry."
"Gnarley." Razz throws me a zip lock bag, half full. I open it at one end, and take a whiff. "Yeah, that's the shit. Kudos." I then take a sip, pouring it straight into my mouth. A trickle of blood drips over my chin. I lick it up with relish. Oh, man, forgot to let you know. Me, I'm a vampire. Pretty rad, eh?

It all started when Micky-J found this old book up in his attic. He's one chill cat, but he's all interested in the o-cults or somethng. Anyway, I always though one to many buds has slowed him down some, but the book was the real deal. Magic and deamons and shit. Like, woah. Woah. Anyways, he's all like "Dudes, dudes, ya gotta come over. I got some crazy shit to tell you. Like woah! Crazy." So we rock on up and he shows me this page in some book. It was all in like itallian or some wierd lingo, but I was pretty melaxed so I figured I'd ask him what he was on about. "Dudes, you'll never beleive this. But it's real. And no, I'm not trippin', but for real I'm a vampire." I woulda disagreed but he was kinda just floatin' there in midair. I thought I was tripping myslef, but Pez and K-dog could see it too. "Now don't freak out or nothing," Micky-J says "but I got this wicked crazy craving man. Worse then any major-munchies ever. It's like for blood man. Can I take a bite from one of you guys? If not, it's chill. Swap you a dimebag for it."