
So he studied vampires more and more, until he became quite the expert. Eventually, Bill even started a vampire club. All the vamp pals would gather twice a week for sleepless fun until the dawn. All that changed, however, when his niece needed a kidney.

Bill donated one of his and when he woke up from the operation, the doctor told him he'd been asleep for three days straight. Impossible, Bill explained. I don't sleep. But he had. And from that day on, his body needed a good six or seven hours every night.
(Story overheard in the back of a shared taxicab during a pub crawl. I'd had four drinks at that point.)
It may be an urban, or considering some vamps, urbane, legend. But I do like the picture. The vamp not the kidney.
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