Being A Vampire Sucks

BLOOD IS THICKER THAN HOLY WATER

While the Big Four armed themselves head-to-toe with stakes and other various deadly items, George armed himself with a speech.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and if we could look past our differences, we-"

"Awful. Horrible. NEXT!"

"John, you can try to be a little supportive."

George sighed heavily as John and Paul launched themselves into a debate. Within seconds he found himself fed up with their pointless arguing, and decided to interrupt. "GUYS! Please, stop."

John stood up from his seat on a box full of glue. "George, you have to understand what you're about to do. You have just invited a Rosy to come meet you in the park in a few hours. Who is this Rosy? She's one of the Big Four. You know what she's gonna do? Bring all her little friends to kill us. They probably think it's a setup, which is completely understandable."

Sighing, Paul began to nod. "John's right...unfortunately."

"Yeah," Ringo affirmed sadly. "This could mean the end of us, honestly."

"But-" George started to protest, then John interrupted him.

"End of us? You're joking, surely. It means the end of them. I'm not going to let some little Rosies waltz up and kill us. You know what we do to Rosies? We rip out their throats and drink their blood. I'm sorry George, it's in our nature. Tell me you can look at your Rosy and not want to kill her?"

George stared at the ground. "It's different, you don't understand."

"I do understand," John replied. "And I'm sorry George, I really am. But I feel like tonight is going to end badly for some of us."

George looked away, unbelieving. "We'll just see."

***

The girls parked a bit aways from the park and traveled a block on foot, sticking to the shadows and avoiding street lamps. Octavia had dressed herself in two belts, both strapped with several sharp stakes. Lizzy had the Bible clutched nervously to her chest and three crucifixes around her neck, not to mention some Holy water in her pockets. Suni had a combination of the previous, plus a silver dagger. Megan had all that and her trusty homemade flamethrower- a can of aerosol and a lighter.

With much trepidation, they made their way to the center of the abandoned park, trekking down its winding trails to the fountain that marked it. It was much more sinister at nighttime. With tall, sturdy elm trees all around, the girls began to feel like they were trapped.

Just as they had rehearsed in the apartment, the girls planted themselves firmly out in the open in order to attract the onslaught of vampires that they wholeheartedly expected. They held their breath as they waited.

It was hard to see at first, but a dark figure slipped out from the treeline and cautiously made its way to the very center of the park, the fountain. None of the girls moved. The figure cleared its throat.

"Uh, I see you brought friends."

His voice was so utterly innocent that Octavia felt her shoulders sag. This could not be a vampire. Maybe it was just some creepy stalker. She stepped forwards. "You wanted to return my lipstick?"

He nodded and extended his arm. The lipstick was placed in his palm. "Yes. It fell out of your pocket at the bookstore."

Everyone was silent. Octavia looked around at her friends, who were shaking their heads no, and decided to approach the man anyways. Her hands were beginning to shake ever so slightly. She hated not knowing what was going to happen next. Octavia was reaching out for the lipstick when Megan's voice stopped her.