#008
March 24th, 2008
Nick: Our more charitable readers will be glad to know that I have, like Chris Susan, donated my fair share of blood. Well, “donated” might be a bit misleading in this context. The truth is that, come nightfall, Amsterdam’s streets run wild with feral vampires. You can avoid being bitten (and thus vampirized) by fitting a stoppered catheter into your wrist before hitting the clubs. During the walk home, if confronted by a hostile nosferatu, you simply unplug your wrist-tube and offer it, like a straw, to the vampire. In keeping with an unspoken pact, the vampire will drink sparingly, leaving you enough blood to finish your trek.
A problem could arise, however, if you run into a second Prince of the Night shortly after the first. This is why a vampire will pin a black ribbon, not unlike an American AIDS ribbon, to your lapel after drinking your blood, signaling to others that you have made your donation for the night. Do not try to fake this ribbon or to reuse an old one. The vampires can tell.
