Sometime during the night while I was sleeping, a mosquito came and bit me on the side of my neck, so when I woke up this morning, I discovered a red bump there. Because I’ve never heard of anyone getting bit on the side of the neck by a mosquito (or any other creature except a vampire, for that matter), I now fondly refer to that red bump as a vampire bite.
My point? Beware, I am now part-vampire. I have vampire blood in my veins. I can sprout wings and fangs whenever I fancy.
I just reread what I wrote above and realized that it must seem to you as if I was either high on drugs or drunk from Heineken when I wrote that.