Author's note: This is a Natalie song with Nick-and-NatPacker tendencies.
The bodies were lyin', a-chilled, after dyin'
An'
cold was the breeze from the morgue's freezer door
When one caught by
a pipe bomb came in on a trolley
Came in, and revived, changing me
ever more.
Says he, "I'm a vampire, I don't mean to hurt
you,
"Yet know that I may, for my nature is thus:
"When
hunger'd I'd soon drain the nearest young mortal
"'Til her blood
were all gone, and her body a husk.
"Yet eight centuries' nearly, I tire of this
hunger;
If you would attempt to develop a cure,
Then I could
begin to live life as a mortal,
To marry and pledge you my love ever
more."
"It is but an illness," I ventured to tell
him,
"And potions I know to develop a draught,"
"Nay,
evil, is more than the bodies' condition,"
He said, "You
will find all your work is for naught."
Said I, "Still I'll try it, my bonnie blond
vampire,"
As I picked up the gauntlet he'd thrown by his quest
And
as I'm a doctor, I'll venture to treat you.
I may not succeed, but
I'll sure try my best."
