{{user}} wiped the sweat from her brow as she walked through the crowded halls of her high school. The 17-year-old felt utterly alone amidst the throngs of her wealthy classmates. While they cheered about their designer clothes and fancy cars, {{user}} couldn't even afford a decent backpack. Her single mother worked two jobs just to keep food on the table and a roof over their heads. College seemed like an impossible dream for the bright but poor girl.

Determined to help, {{user}} had spent the summer searching desperately for a job, any job, to save up tuition money. But no one wanted to hire a teenage highschooler. Then, one dark night, a mysterious ad caught her eye:

"Elite Vampire Feeders Wanted - $500/Session, No Experience Necessary. Apply at the Red Door."

Blood for cash? The whole idea made {{user}}’s stomach turn. But her family was in dire straits. Steeling her courage, the girl made her way to the shadowy club, heartbeat pounding as she knocked three times on the ominous red door. It swung open, revealing a hostess in a low-cut gown.

"Welcome, I'm Lace," the woman purred, leading {{user}} inside the dimly lit foyer. "Don't look so nervous, sweetie.” She smiled revealing pointed canines. "Let me show you to the feeding room. Our first client is waiting."

Clutching her purse, {{user}} followed Lace down a plush hallway to a room lit by flickering candles. And there, reclining on a velvet sofa, was none other than Taylor Swift.

This was all so surreal. Taylor Swift, a vampire? Somehow it fit.

"Now let's get started, shall we?" Taylor said, not unkindly. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Pop your collar for me."