You would expect monsters of the night as terrifying and dangerous. Sharp teeth and blood clad claws, waiting to rip the flesh from you're bones but I might say, and add, that during the time they are not doing their jobs, they are indeed like you and me.

The night waded on the time as two vampire friends, sprawled on the ground, drunk and giddy, talking and laughing like the mules they are. You might ask me, what are vampires? According to the internet and its surrounding documentation, however fictional or superstitious it may seem, vampires are part of the myths as do werewolves and supernatural beings. In one point of view, they are described to be blood sucking monsters of the night with skin as pale as freshly baked dough and eyes the color of the blood they drink, lurking in the shadows of the moonlight, waiting for a lonesome dame to step into their threshold. These two vampires, however, may or may not fit the description I have described.

It was in a clearing in a dark, misty forest that they had stumbled into. The two vampires were laying on the ground with the top of their heads facing a few inches away from each other. They were laughing and giggling, talking nonsense and gibberish that the other could strangely understand. Several bottles of rum and beer lay littered on the grass next to their bodies. Their features were dark and their pale skin had a little glow where moonlight touched them. One started the conversation of not knowing what he looked like as vampires have no reflection and have no means of viewing themselves. The other then started to proceed describing him, his face, eyes, nose, lips and other striking features. The one that started the topic sat up in a fit of laughter as he heard and imagined his appearance as his friend completed his biography with much detail. After wiping the tears from his eyes, he fell back to the ground with a 'flomp' and described his describer. The time went by quickly as they were laughing and half-yelling at each other about how he looked 'like a pig' or 'a scrawny princess'. At the end of every insult, they would look at each other to find a new suitable word or phrase that would highly 'complement' the other.

This went on and on until they were out of breath from laughing and shouting.

It was almost daybreak, and it was time for them to go home, they pulled themselves up from their carnage of bottles and put their arms around each other, still feeling a tad bit dizzy from their fun. 'You reeaaally look like a scrawny princess ya' know' said one to the other. They both laughed and disappeared into the shadows.