Bloody Kisses
Part 8
By Missy

Lenny found Squiggy sitting at their table an hour later, clutching a broken beer bottle.

"Geez, Squig!" he cried out, "whatt're you doin?"

Squiggy came out of his trance with a start. "Huh?" He stared at the bottle, "How'd that get there?"

"I dunno!" Lenny blurted, staring in disbelief at his best friend. Squiggy moved to toss out the shredded bottle, but his best friend stopped him. "No, Squig; you'd better keep it."

"And why should I?"

"Because...swear you'll believe me."

"Len, I known ya since kindergarten!"

"I know," Lenny took a deep breath before saying, "Carmine's a vampire."

Squiggy responded by grabbing the bottle and heading to the door. "He has to die, then."

***

The aforementioned Vampire turned his brights on, smiling arrogantly to himself. Being a vampire was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Easy food. Easier pussy. And he had endless energy. His guilt, his ennui, was being washed away.

A siren wailed behind him, lights glowing on his taillights.

He wasn't surprised to see Officer Norman Hughes step up beside the car. "You're driving pretty fast, there bud-Carmine! Well, I'll let you off with a warning."

The buzz of blood lust rang through Carmine's ears. He wanted nothing more than a sweet nibble.

Norman, like Lucille, never knew what hit him.

**

Shirley stirred in her sleep. As if under the control of another, she rose, eyes wide, blood-red.

"Kill the slayer." She whispered beneath her breath, lurching for the apartment door.









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