It had been a week since Amos returned from Rumspringa, and people were starting to talk. He remained cloistered in his bedroom with the curtains closed all day. He had missed twelve barn raisings, 32 butter churnings, and 3 buggy joy rides. Worst of all, he never paid calls to young Fannie Hershberger anymore. People were starting to talk, wondering if Amos, like so many a rumspringa returnee, had left his heart in Cleveland. Fanny was a comely young thing with excellent birthing hips. She was preparing for Rumspringa herself and wasn't so sure she wanted to come back.One night, while visiting the woods to read her hidden stash of dirty magazines, she felt a cold presence watching her from behind. Her hands clutched tighter on her copy of Wired Magazine. "There's an article about hand-stitching. That's the only reason I'm reading it, I swear!" Fanny called out.
"It doesn't matter to me what you read, Fanny" said a sad, masculine voice.
Fanny turned to see a handsome figure standing in the moonlight, a figure she would recognize anywhere. "Amos!" she yelled with joy. She ran to his arms, embracing him firmly.
"I'm sorry I've been so stand-offish lately, Fanny. I promise it's nothing to do with you. I just don't much care for daylight anymore..."
"Oh Amos, I thought that I'd lost you forever. There's something I want to tell you. Something I've been needing to express for so very long. Amos, I love you."
Fanny looked into Amos's eyes. Her heart filled with excitement. She was being so naughty expressing her feelings for him, but her love was so deep she could hold back no longer. Amos gazed longingly back at her. Some part of him would have expressed love back, but he was now a vampire, and vampires don't fall in love. That's idiotic.
He bit her neck and feasted on her blood. It tasted pretty good, like butter and wheat.
The End.
