Bottomfeeder

Phil Merman looks just like a regular guy. After his divorce and his parent's deaths he never kept up with any of his old friends. His dead end night job scanning photos into a computer is filled with grisly death scenes as often as it with phony corporate handshakes. A slightly run down apartment, empty fridge and sun blocking drapes welcome him home. His ensemble of black contrasts with his pale sallow skin. But Phil doe's have a couple of things going for him. At 54, he only looks 27. Which always get him crap from the club bouncers and bartenders. Not that Phil can drink alcohol, no, in fact Phil can't drink anything but water, and food only makes him sick to his stomach. He does have incredible night vision, and highly heightened sense of smell, but how good can that be, living in the bowels of New York City? Seriously, do you really want to be able to smell the subway better?
But seriously, what's the deal with Phil, right? He had the bad luck to be attacked by a Vampire, and not be killed. Well, not for long leastways. Try that for an embarrassing experience. Scared the crap right out of a couple of cops. For the past 27 years he's been by himself, but one night Phil meets another. Another person, ... thing, like him. And then more, more then could have imagined possible. From the mindless to the mundane, he begins to realize that when you're functionally immortal, you tend to start looking at things, and people, in a very different light.

Recommended for fans of Bite Club, Cassidy from Preacher, and oddly enough, Fight Club.