Today I come to talk to you about my family. He's a dog that has a face like he's a Pikachu, yes? Like the Pokémon that has a cute little face with cute little eyes. He is always smiling. He has a height of two meters, a fairly strong and stocky build. His hair is straight and yellow like Pikachu's. His eyes are very tender. He is an attractive and likeable character for most people.
My relative has a very special personality. He is personable, refined and very well spoken. He really likes to talk about the cinema of the 1920s. His favorite movie is "The Elephant Man". His main habit is to have a glass of wine every day at sunset. It is a habit in him to go to the pastry shop to have that glass of wine. He is quite outgoing and talkative. He is very athletic and performs very well in relay races, although I've only really seen him participate in one.
He quite likes spending time with me, although on few occasions we have had time to share beyond the vampiric tasks that I assign him, such as bringing me this or that victim of certain characteristics. The funniest anecdote I remember with my relative is that moment when I sent him to bring me five virgins. He needed to do a purification ritual and he wanted to have fresh blood.
My relative, with his very effeminate accent, approached the girls who were around 21 or 22 years old in that café in Paris. French women are known for their beauty, but they are also known for being so stupid. His stupidity is something that has always stood out throughout all time. And the anecdote was that in this case my dog Pikachu, as I affectionately call him, approached them to offer them some wine and the girls obviously laughed and made fun of how my dog, who looked more like a mime in a costume of a yellow-colored creature (most of the time people thought it was a mime making and in reality it went unnoticed that it was the familiar of a vampire).
My dog, my familiar, gave each of them a yellow rose and from the rose a trickle of wine dripped onto their faces. Of course, all the girls found it disgusting and my familiar burst into laughter. This was a funny story because the girls ran and ran away.
I bought my relative in a fast food chain. It was an episode that gave its name to the author of this story, rather to the alias of the author of this story, but that is a secret story that neither he nor I intend to tell you at this time. And this is what I can tell you about my vampire familiar. I already think they know too many things for today and for this occasion.
Note: this story is inspired by vampire familiars, adding touches of my inventiveness, my vision and my world, I hope it is more than clear that they are fictions.