At last, the sex! This chapter is not for puppies or children under eighteen.

Warning: Bad gay flirting behind the cut.

Abandon prudishness ye who enter here--fantasy violence and gay sex awaits.

I started Dead Boyfriend just for fun, after my other projects just failed to hold my interest. With that in mind, the primary function of this story is to be fun. I'm sure it's riddled with all kind of nitty-gritty errors, especially with commas as I suck massively at those. But that's okay. The purpose of this story is to be fun to write, and to entertain its readers. It was never intended to be a perfectly written narrative.

A vampire, a vampire hunter. Simple? You've no idea.

Regan St. James is just your typical eighteen-year-old vampire hunter. He enjoys sharp objects and random hook-ups. But one night, in a quiet little mountain college town, he meets a guy named Ira who just might change his life. If he can survive Ira's relatives, of course.