Fee-Fi-Fo-Fangs

Being a vampire was supposed to be cool.

Nobody told Dog Pratt.

Saturday, hes the drummer for Tetanus Shot (about to break big, man). Sunday, he wakes up dead in a skip. By Wednesday, his kill record reads:

One mugger, who felt so sorry for him he gave Dog a fiver.
One lonely woman, who threw her drink in his face and left with his babysitters number.
One dramatic rooftop swoop, straight into a garbage truck.
One hippie, who turned out to be mostly angel dust.

His babysitter is Erik. Hes been dead seven hundred years, and his sense of humour is still in a plague pit.

Then Dog trades Eriks beloved 1969 Chevelle to a Fae con man for a magic key. To a lift. That goes up. Way, way up. To a giant who can smell the blood of a living man.

Good news: vampires dont have any.

Bad news: Dog is about to fix that.

Fee. Fi. Fo… Fu—!

A standalone Little Blood Tale. Jack and the Beanstalk with fangs, a drum solo, and the worst babysitting job in history.