Serialized Science Fiction.

Batter Up
Tom Haynes

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agents and lawyers.

Thinking about bloodsuckers, even as an euphemism, caused my fangs to extend. Okay, I probably fed on humanity now. I'd experiment with some human style food and if that didn't work, I'd have human food. What, you expect me to be squeamish or rant about my lost humanity? That cherry was popped in the Middle East.

I don't know how I did it, but I found myself in the locker room, standing by my locker. I got out my clothes, keys, and bats. I found myself sitting in my Range Rover. I drove home, arranged for my funds to be transferred to an offshore account that no one knew about and arranged for everything else to be liquidated.

After that, I rode off, but not into the sunset, which I was fated to never see again. Nope, I was freshly minted vampire who needed to find himself. The big question was I going to feast on my fans or on Yankee fans?

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