“No child of mine could ever be a vegetarian.” Father was in such a rage that he sprayed his morning blood around the dining room.
Mother coughed. “Are you suggesting that Violentis is not your child?”
“No. No of course not. But how can a vampire be a vegetarian?”
“With difficulty. But the decision is her own to make.”
Father retired behind his newspaper harrumphing.
Violentis drunk her tomato juice.
Six months later, Father was the only one in the household still drinking blood. But then he scented a profit.
Writing ‘Vegetarianism for Vampires’ made him a very wealthy man.