Bjorn Bjergsen, for some unfathomable reason, has always been my favorite townie, so it was fun to turn him into a nobleman when he came by my lot on his morning jog.
“Please, Sir, I’m a starving peasant. Could you spare a few coins or a bit of bread?”
“Don’t ... don’t you love me?”
“I do! It’s just that, I’ve always wanted to have children of my own, and vampires can’t always do that.”
“Is that all? My dad is a vampire and he had me. We could ... give it a try?”