Och nu har man ju dragit på sig en halsfluss också, ovanpå allt annat... Vart skall mitt liv sluta?

För att bevisa att varulvar äger vampyrer skrev jag ngt konstigt, antar att det har ngt med fullmåne att göra ^^ :

There had never been a brighter moon. Nothing could shroud the light it gave. For once, its pearl beams fell softly on his face.
Hard to tell if the moon was drawing closer to him or if he was drawing closer to the moon. Either way, it soon consumed his vision, blocking all else.
The moon’s light started to smooth out, lose the imperfections of its craters, become even brighter, if possible.
He moved away from the moon, the orb split into two. The two white moons stared at him, rimmed with blond lashes and curled at the edges by a smirk.