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That snack can't be good for you, vampire sir
There was a deafening banging against the rather flimsy door as Ben pushed a wardrobe against it. "Storm? You've got FF experience with the weird stuff, tell that thing that we have terrible blood. I'm sure radiation-related hereditary mutations and blood that catches fire when exposed to air count as US BEING VAMPIRE HEALTH HAZARDS!" He shouted the last part at the door to the bloodthirsty Dracula thing on the other side. How they ended up in a rather abandoned small town, stuck in an old house with a vampire thirsting for them was one of those 'it's a long story, we're not sure, you don't want to know' things.

But vampires, vampires were a first. He never signed up for vampires.