DISCLAIMER: Characters, situations and backstories herein belong to Robert Rodriguez, Quentin Tarantino and El Rey Network.

RATING/WARNINGS: Varies. Leaving it as M overall, cause – well, Rodriguez!

AUTHOUR'S NOTES: Last year sometime, I ran across this set of prompts on a book review blog I follow – it was meant for blog entries, so I've swapped out a few. But most of these are direct from the original list.

My basic idea is to write and release a drabble/ficlet for every day... so I'll probably complete this sometime in mid-November!

SOUNDTRACK: My Halloweeen playlist – I may include it at the end as a bonus. If I come across a tune that really fits, I'll name it in the drabble.

Day 1: Vampire

(note: I'm sure that someone's written this line elsewhere, but c'mon! It's just too effing obvious not to use!)

Another bar, another mob of blood-sucking-snakes, another fight for their lives.

At least this time, Seth and Kate know what they're dealing with... and they walked into this trap with their eyes wide open and loaded for bear – um, culebras.

This lot isn't anywhere near as organised as the Twister, nor as big – no temple or production-line-perfect setup. Kate and Seth pretty much planned on being the only two able and willing to fight, and are pleasantly surprised to find that some of the innocent bystanders (aka 'dinner') aren't entirely helpless. They don't account for any of the kills, but a good half-dozen show a heartening knack for self-defense; in particular, one frat boy type (who probably wandered in by accident) manages to get behind the bar, proving to have a good working knowledge on how to turn liquor bottles into molotov cocktails, and wicked aim.

The place is cleared out (and at least half on fire) by midnight, and Seth and Kate have already escorted the ten other people who still have a pulse into the parking lot, where there's lots of room to see any incoming stray culebras who somehow managed to survive this particular party.

"What the hell were those... things?" asked Frat Boy. Out in the parking lot, he's starting to shiver from reaction and probably shock. He looks younger, too; high school young.

"Duh! They were vampires," snaps the biker chick with a near-explosion of scarlet curls.

"But they can't be!" protests Not-Frat-Boy. "They don't-"

"Say the word 'sparkle'," Seth warns, aiming his revolver at NFB's face, "and I'm going to kill you."

NFB just looks confused. "Exist. Vampires don't exist – wait, sparkle? Are you talking about that Twilight bullshit? No fucking way, dude! Whatever those things were, they sure as shit didn't look like gay disco mirrorballs! I mean, getting killed in there," his thumb points over his shoulder at the burning bar, "would have really sucked, but getting killed by one of those Twilight things would have been downright tragic! I mean, just how embarrassing would that be?"

(other note: yes, this was very nearly my same reaction when I first saw Twilight's 'glittering Edward' scene.If you're a Twilight fan... well, I respect the personal lifestyle choices of all people.)