In the dark ages a vampire could live for decades unopposed, feeding nightly on people whose only defense was to bar their windows and lock their doors and always, always, be home before sundown. When it became necessary to slay a vampire there was only one way it could be done.
The vampire slayers would gather up every able-bodied male in the community. The mob of them would go against the vampire with torches and spears and sticks if they had to. Very many of them would die in the first onslaught but eventually enough of them would pile on top to hold the vampire down.
After my group meeting late at night my boyfriend James invited me for food at a trendy pizza place. Now James is a lot like Fraiser from the hit Chicago show, he has that funny way of talking and it almost sounds English, he also has money and olit sometimes gets the better of him. So he invited me to meet a friend and so I went a little bit tired and hungry. As I got there James reached out to kiss me on the lips as if he had been drinking..it was inappropriate and not the right moment. He hurls me to the table and puts me on the spot, I played the 20 question game and was grilled on what I do for a living. I felt very uncomfortable and awkward. I wanted to leave but all exits where blocked.. finally we finished the pizza and as soon as we were leaving the chief says why don't you stay for dessert on the house.. I was so mad I could have killed him! We sat and talked some more and he drove us back to James's place. It was later in the day that James said how did u like the dinner, and I told him off; he not only did not support me but he fed me to the wolves, so I told James.. James I'm a nice guy but just because I'm nice does not me I can't get mad..I have a temper and I haven't shown you it but the next time you treat me in that way I won't be so nice. Please don't ever be so arrogant again. Hopefully he got the message but I had to remind him that I'm the boss.