Please comment on the story and I will post more.It happened when I was 21, home for the summer break from college and enjoying the first summer since... middle school of no classes or work for the whole three months. Unfortunately with that routine of no classes or work, I got into the routine of sleeping in until noon and going to bed at 3AM.I've never considered myself bi or gay, but for whatever reason looking at the men 4 men section on craigslist always seemed to provide a rush of excitment. The few times the girl had broached the subject of her origins, or why she was here, Lady Alger was cool and emotionless as she would answer. ‘You are here to learn the lessons of comportment, and the habits and schoolings of a proper Lady. You are to be my charge until you are ten and eight, then you will be sent home.’ But where home was, and anything about her home or family, were a mystery to her. She dared not ask, for once Lady Alger had struck her when she pushed the subject. So it was,. After all, she was almost four hundred years old now and her memory had never registered the event of a full-blooded Vampire ever conceiving or fathering a human child the normal human way. It was not that the equipment was lacking in any way, it was simply that the Vampire nature viewed creation in a different way. Her fangs had the capability of creating her "Children" but she refrained from such depravities for the past hundred or so years because the responsibility was far too draining on. Well it turns out in her family funerals are like reunions and the whole day before the actual funeral they are all at the funeral home talking and getting to know each other again. There were people there she had not seen since she was a little little girl. I lost track of her and got real tired of explaining to everybody that I was not related to any of them in any way and that I had no idea who the dead person was. I went into the hall of the funeral home to sit. This place was pretty.