"Hi! We're the Vamps. I'm Brad, and this is a jaffa cake," Brad said and then took a bite out of the jaffa cake for the camera. As soon as he had, Brad turned around and spit it out. Not because he wanted to- he loved jaffa cakes, or he used too- but because it now tasted quite terrible to him.
Brad looked down at his spit out jaffa cake and whimpered slightly.
"Brad, I know you used to love them, but you know you can't eat them anymore," said James, pulling Brad into a hug as Brad silently cried about the jaffa cake.
"I know...but I miss it so much! I miss all my used-to-be-normal foods!" Brad wailed as he mourned his old food loves. Why you ask? Because Brad, as well as James and Tristan, were all vampires. Now they were more like the name of the band then they ever wanted to be.
Tristan sat watching James comfort Brad and thought back to when they were all turned. A vampette had somehow -he knew how know, but not at the time- gotten really close to them and had the entire band following her away to a ruined castle in the forest near their hotel. It turned out that she was a real vampette, and was tired of all the stupid media, and down playing of how scary vampires were. So she decided to turn the Vamps into their band name, turning them as soon as they were safely in her territory.
Tristan was brought out musing when he felt James sit next to him.
"You know..he's never going to settle until he finds his mate." said James.
"Yeah I know," said Tristan leaning into James, "I guess we were just lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time." Tristan then leaned over and gave James a peck on the cheek before saying, "Even if he does find his mate, I still think that he will miss jaffa cakes."
"I think you might be ri..."
"JAFFA CAKES!!!!" came Brad's loud sob of anguish.
"Right," James finished his sentence. He and Tristan then chuckled a bit, before going the pull Brad away from drowning in his mountain of jaffa cakes.