A night at home (vamp. challenge)

“The sweetness was turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty, and the purity to voluptuous wantonness.”
Kristine shivered as the movie came to a climax, clutching her bugle bag tightly to her heaving chest.

The house was empty: parents out on a dinner date, brother at a friend’s for the night. It was just her, Dracula, a dark comforter enveloping her rigid body, and her bag of junk food. Crunch ohh, bugles were good.

Another bag of bugles later…
“My revenge has just begun! I spread it over centuries and time is on my side.”
By now, the only reason Kristine was still eating was to give her mouth something to do other than squealing every few minutes.

The moon rose steadily in the sky and, her parents still weren’t home. Shadows played along the bare living room walls as Dracula ended, “Bugle fat be gone!” she chanted while marching upstairs. On her way up she glanced her parent’s car parked in the driveway, with three figures inside. Two stayed inert, and 1 looked up at her. Shadows tattooing his red eyes

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