My first story! Please enjoy!
A vampire chick thinks Edgar is cute. Three words: Fail-i-ure.
I own nothing of the awesome story of the Lost Boys
The vacant, abandoned building of the old restaurant smelled of dust and stale alcohol. Edgar Frog, ace vampire hunter, pulled out his metal stake a scowl on his face.
One last female vampire was lurking down here, he knew it. He had seen her make a final attempt for an escape, sprinting with un-human speed down into the bar.
"Alright monkey sucker. Where are you?" Edgar growled under his breath. He heard a high-pitched giggle coming from somewhere behind the bar. Biting his lip, he slowly walked to the . left side of the bar, wanting Alan to come down and help him. This chick was quick.
Letting out some weird victory laugh, the little bloodsucker leapt over the bar, and crouched in front of a table.
She was dressed like a gothic fairy without wings. Her hair was blonde, but very dirty and stuck out in all directions. She was very short, and had a strange wild look in her eye.
"Ooh, look at you!" she crooned. "You're a cute one!"
Edgar was completely taken back by this, and more than a bit disturbed. Vampire chicks had never called him "cute" before, sarcastically or not. He shuddered.
The vampire let out a wild cackle of a laugh, sending a shiver up Edgar's spine. This little skank was wild, and had most likely been a vampire for a long time.
"You are so handsome! Freaking SERIOUSLY! I love the bandanna!" She laughed, looking drunk now.
Scowling, Edgar raised his stake higher. "One more word and you're head will be splattered on the wall!"
She giggled. "You're a hottie, really, you are! Do you get that a lot?"
Edgar, now completely grossed out, took out his gun and shot the vampire in the head, glad to see her explode. For this first time, Edgar approached the dead body and looked down at it, a grimace on his face. Shuddering again, he sprinted up the steps to help Alan.