EDWARD CULLEN MEETS DRACULA
It was dark and cold as Edward Cullen walked through the park. Not that such things bothered him. After all, he was a vampire. An immortal being who feared nothing and no one.
Suddenly he heard the flapping of great wings. A large bat landed in front of him. It grew and warped in appearance, at last becoming a tall, cruel looking man with a mustache, dressed in tuxedo and swirling black cape. "You are Edward Cullen, yes?" the figure asked in a voice as cold as the grave.
"And what if I am?" Edward demanded, folding his arms. "Who are you supposed to be?"
"I am Dracula," the man said, spreading his cape around him. "The prince of all vampires. Including you, Edward Cullen."
Edward snorted. "Don't be ridiculous, old man," he said, turning away with disdain. "You're strictly old school. Go back to your crypt and leave the modern day world to vampires like me."
Dracula's eyes gave off a blood red glow as he stepped towards the younger vampire. "Disrespectful pup!" he hissed, slapping Edward's face. "You will obey your king or die!"
Edward laughed mirthlessly. "Your powers are weak, old man," he said, slapping Dracula back. "I suggest you hurry back to Transylvania while you still can."
"How dare you!" Dracula snarled, leaping on Edward like a predatory animal. The younger vampire struck out desperately, but the creature that had once been Vlad Tepes grabbed him by the head and gave a mighty wrench. Edward's head separated from his body. Dracula tossed it away in disgust. "Disgusting little fool! I would not even lower myself to drink your foul blood, traitor!"
Laughing diabolically, Dracula spread his cape. The moon came out to shine upon a headless corpse, claimed at last by death, and a great black bat, still undefeated after half a millenium, which flew high into the sky and soon vanished.