My charm has worked wonders once again. Now, a pretty face sits at a candle lit dinner table. I have to keep this cheesy charm up and be a gentlemen, by offering her some 'wine'.
I crouch down to open the 'wine' fridge. I ponder on which bottle I should take. I have a bottle of my crazy Aunt Monica's blood, she insulted my hairstyle, that bitch. And a alcoholic geezer who broke into my apartment, found my 'wine' stash and found out it was blood, nearly got me thrown into jail. Don't worry, I killed the son of a bitch. Then a gold digger I dated forever ago, she begged thousand dollar restaurants and gifts every time we went out. She didn't love me, she loved my wallet. I killed her before she killed my wallet. I decided to snatch Aunt Monica's blood, and I popped back into the dining room.
"Ooh, magnificent." She said as I poured her a glass. I smiled at her.
"Indeed, I hope you enjoy it, as it's homemade." I said proudly.
"Oh, really?" She took a sip as I sat across from her and began to feast. Her face twisted with confusion and disgust. "Hmm... This tastes a bit odd." My eyes narrowed.
"Really?" I took a sip and shook my head. "Mine tastes fine." She peered at me and she raised a eyebrow.
"Mine tastes like... I can't put my finger on it. Oh, yes! Blood. Oddly." My eyes narrowed even more. "Sorry, it's amazing you make homemade wine but no thank you." She pushed the glass away. I got up aggressively, my chair tipping but slamming back on the floor. I walked over to her, who looked terrified.
"Wouldn't it be a shame," I paused. "That I spend all this time on this deluxe, homemade wine," I paused once again, as I circled around her chair. "I wasted some of this treasure I made by pouring it in a glass for you, and you decline it? That's purely bad manners, ma'am." She looked up at me, her eyes big and her lips trembling. She's the same as that alcoholic. I slammed my hand down on the table. She jumped. "Get up." I growled. She followed my order quickly and without hesitation. I grabbed her neck tightly with my hand. I pushed my body up against hers, then, for a moment, her eyes softened, lustfully she looked at me. My other hand caressed her cheek. I leaned in, pushing her onto a wall. She winced and my grip tightened. She gasped and tried to pry my hands off. She collapsed at my feet and struggled. She started turning red, I smiled. She soon turned purple and her head came down with a crunch. I kicked her side.
"Thanks for the next wine bottle, dolly."
Note: Sorry this chapter isn't as short, I hope you enjoy it nevertheless.
