Cold Bitch

When The Night Comes Down - Judas Priest

As the dawn closes in on the four boys, the lights of the pizza place are switched awake, one by one. The big neon sign outside is flashing them their colored shine, making their faces turn green, blue and red. Finishing their fine cuisine Eddie isn't really satisfied with the humongous pizza he just downed, but he ignores that knowing that they need to prepare for the long and sleepless night ahead of them. You see, when catching a vampire (As one does) you'll have to make sure to be there BEFORE the sun rises. According to the specialist, Vince, a vampire could not survive even ten minutes in sunlight, it would get burned and die. And you don't want that, you want a live one. Why? Because it's "Waaaay cooler maaaan"...

Pulling up to the almost empty parking lot in front of the supermarket, Vince starts getting real excited about catching this fucking vampire. He's breathing so fast in between the rambling that M can almost feel a moist spot forming on his knee in front of the chatterbox's mouth. Having no other choice but to silence him before the moisture gets turned into liquid and fills the whole car up, drowning them, M spreads his legs gracefully. Vince''s face is now staring right at his ungraceful crotch. This is going to get ugly, Eddie thinks. He turns to Mickey dramatically, panic shooting through his eyes. He tries to motion for him to drive faster, knowing what's about to go down (or rather out) he can't even get a word out to their driver of the evening. In distress he prays to god that Mickey will understand to drive the pedal into the steel, but just as he finds the ability to speak again, it's already too late... A loud, echoing roar rips through his ears and he feels as if his hair might blow off with the force of it. Great, they're not going to drown, suffocating will be what kills them.

Without making a sound, Mountain had just spread his legs with Vincent trapped between them and let one rip, shamelessly. Not even caring about the wellbeing of the other, honorary passengers in the car. As I cover my poor nose up, I look to the floor. There is Vince, looking absolutely traumatized. His eyes are as big as watermelons and I think I can actually see some tears in them. That gas bomb was brutal, he'll have to live with that odour for at leat an hour now. Poor Vince. Not that I feel particularly bad for him, just... Poor Vince.

As soon as the smell reaches Mickey (that didn't take long) he swerves the car, almost making a donut. Turning off the engine with the truck parked over two spaces, he rips the door open and flies out of the infected car with Eddie close behind him. At the other side of the truck, Vince, struggling to see (or function at all) is searching for the door handle with one arm, covering his face with the other and holding his breath. Finally finding it and pushing the door open, he scrambles out of the car from the floor, green faced, looking like the living dead.

"What do we need to catch a vampire for, Vince. Already got a zombie with you here!" Mickey screams at him with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, still trying to recover himself. Vince is unable to respond at the moment, making choking sounds and crawling around the parking lot on all fours, but a chuckle from inside the car can clearly be heard.

After a not so swift recovery the four boys finally make their way into the supermarket. Vince is shouting profusely at M, making other customers turn their heads annoyed. While Vince and M are arguing back and forth about the increased global warming Mountain just contributed to, Eddie and Mickey lead their way through the store. Walking past the vegetables they look at apples and pears, things that would actually give them energy without a side dish of diabetes. The colorful fruits and greens actually look kind of appetizing, shining under the sterile lighting in the store. But once they spot the candy shelves, they go auto pilot and make a sharp turn and walk directly towards them, forgetting all about the important vitamins.

While the others take as much candy and soda as they can carry, Eddie has only picked out one bag and holding it lazily, he keeps on looking over to the meat section. For some reason he's way more interested in the raw meat displayed in air sealed packaging laying there than all the sugar in front of him. Feeling the metallic scent coming from the refrigerated area he feels repulsed, but not from the smell but by the fact that he's enjoying it.

Mickey notices that Eddie looks a little uncomfortable and decides to distract him with a fitting song. Putting an arm around his shoulders, squeezing him slightly he starts singing with his whole soul. "Living after midnight" he vocalizes, and looks down to Eddie with a smirk on his lips, making Eddie roll his eyes. Not getting a real response, Mick nudges him a little to make him continue. Eddie finally smiles and gives in "rocking 'til the dawn" he sings and starts moving to the melody with Mickey. They both laugh and turn their heads to the others, finding two bored faces staring back at them. "Are you two fruitcakes gonna love until the morning too?" Vince, already annoyed, asks them sarcastically and raises an eyebrow.