One day Edward was visiting his father, Dracula. Now they had a fun day, but it was getting late and it was around dinner time.
"Vhat vould you like for dinner, Son? Chinese? Mexican? Or Italian?" asked Dracula.
"Um, I thought vampires only drank blood," said Edward.
"Ve do. Ve do. So vhat vould you like to eat?"
"Um, Chinese I guess."
"Perfect," Dracula shouted.
30 minutes later…
The delivery boy was at the door. As soon as Dracula opened the door, he sunk his teeth into the young boy's neck. "Dad," Edward shouted, "What are you doing?"
"Having dinner," was Dracula's simply reply.
"I'm not drinking him."
"Yes you shall," Dracula commanded.
"No I shan't (my friend Cheyenne's words)," was Edward's reply. "That's it! I'm going to see Mom!" Edward started to fly but came crashing back down. "Ow," he yelled. He began to fly again when he asked, "Wait is it the left or the right? I can never remember." He again came crashing down once more.
Dracula let the now dead boy out of his grasp. "Son just stop. You are embarrassing me in front of my dinner and he is dead," Dracula said as he shook his head.
The End