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[ from here. ]

To say that Dr. Michael Morbius, the Living Vampire, considered himself cursed was putting it mildly. He had had an awful lot of rotten luck and had mostly given up on love after the last time Martine 'died.' Yes, he had shoved her backwards into a stake that Spider-Man was holding and saw her turn to dust, but that had somehow never stopped her from returning before. She had been the love of his life until a vampire turned her and everything about her changed.

She blamed him.

He blamed him.

And these days that made him give up on even casual dating. He knew what he saw in the mirror and what he saw before he lost his color, nose, and his eyes started to glow. Still, Dr. Quinzel was nice, from what he had heard. Crazy, but charming. What harm was dinner if he had no expectations?

True to his word, he arrived about twenty minutes later at the appointed location. He didn't get out of a car, no. Michael floated down from the sky; he had glided from his temporary lodgings. Dressed in a suit of all things, black with a red shirt that was only buttoned up to the top four buttons. As soon as he landed, he gave a sweeping bow, in true Hammer Horror fashion. "Good evening, Dr. Quinzel, I hope I did not keep you waiting long." The Grecian-accented tone spoke up while he gave his little bow.

Sunglasses on, not just to hide the glow, but as the sun was still not fully set, it hurt his eyes a little. "Shall we?"

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[ From here ]

[ The returned smile made him feel a little better. He's very used to people recoiling around him if they didn't know him well or from before the accident. ]

Sadly, not really, unless you count werewolves. Cliche as it might be, I am good friends with a true werewolf. Though a stray near where I stay seems rather fond of me for some reason. I theorize due to not being a true vampire, I can not control animals nor seem to repulse them.

[ It was because he was feeding it, of course. ]

from here

Well, you certainly are prepared. Send me the address. I am prepared to start the experimentation if you are.

If I do bite you, I apologize in advance. Though I am curious about how you electrified your blood.

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[ From here And lol correcting the mistake of that action bit that ended up as a text.]

Shockingly, I am not bitter about it. He and I are still good friends; we just do not talk about her if it can be helped. That seems strange; you've always seemed quite nice in correspondance.

[ Yeah, he's not met Dick in person. Still, Michael is an expert in his field. Who doesn't like keeping a non-Arkham resident scientist on their text chains or emails? ]

Is it sad to admit I have tried that, and the jokes are still made to this day? At least I am in good company.

And as for the claw bit, my voice-to-text picked up one of the others who was making fun of me using voice-to-text. Sadly, I know how those women live, as I must live it.

[ A picture follows of those almost two-inch razor-sharp claws, which are painted black today as he often does.]

@revmeup - An Italian dinner in the city

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