Tasha was still positive she wasn’t dead, no matter what the rather stereotypical British vampire was insisting. I mean, really, could you get any more cliché? She glared at the offending Creature of the Night as he tried to tactfully explain why converting her to the legions of the undead had seemed like a good idea at the time.

“Wait-wait-wait,” she cut him off abruptly, realizing why all of this seemed so familiar. “You mean this is some sort of chain e-mail? You convert me, I convert five friends, they convert five friends and so on?”

He gave her a confused (and slightly alarmed) look, “Well, sort of, but–”

“There is no way, no way, I am biting my friends. Even if I am a vampire, which I’m not, I can’t just go up to someone and say ‘Hey, mind if I take a bite?’. I mean, okay, so maybe Jonathon would go for it, but there is no way I’m saying that to him. Seriously, the look on Abby’s face? I’d die right there. Struck dead. Kapeesh?”

He didn’t kapeesh. He had no earthly idea what she was talking about, and it was starting to give him a headache. ‘Convert teenagers, they’re adaptable!’ What in God’s name had Meredith been thinking??