The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

I ventured to the North Shore for a brief time only to find that poor Junior had lost his truck and his alcohol in the swamp, for he fell victim to the aforementioned inebriating substance consumed previously that evening. So rather than getting shnockered, We romped about a small town that shall remain unnamed, asking all we saw if they had seen the truck or any of what was inside. What a lovely way to spend a lovely, sober spring night with good friends.