Author's Note: In this chapter, Eric's new creating, Bubba, rebels slightly through song and dance, then Amelia's werewolf boyfriend rebels slightly through song and dance.

"I give you all," Dr. Eric Tile explained, "Elvi- no, I should say, Bubba Horror!"

The young King himself, clearly surprised, was now holding on for dear life, holding on the hovering Magnetator and several feet over his tank. His wrappings were falling to the floor.

((Cue music: "Sword of Democles"))

Bubba: "The sword of Damocles is hanging over my head. And I've got a feeling someone is gonna be cutting the thread. Oh, woe is me, my life is a--"

The Magnetator descended, letting Bubba go gently on the floor. He immediately was greeted by the good Doctor's hug, but clearly Bubba wasn't going to have it. Hungry, he used his vampiric speed to run through the fang-bangers.

Bubba: "Oh, can't you see, I need your blood. So, gimme gimme gimme!

I woke up this new moon with a start when I awoke from my tomb."

Fang-Bangers: "That ain't no crime!"

"And now I live with anticipation of doom."

"That ain't no crime!"

"My high is low, I'm dressed up for Eric to go...Wow, this blows."

He started to feast upon some fang-bangers, who gladly obliged. One even kissed him, another offered their whole body. One proposed to be a chew toy of some sort.

Meanwhile, Dr. Eric Tile was trying to capture the super-vampire Bubba, but of course, his creation, being scientifically superior to any normal vampire, was running through the crowd.

Fang-Bangers: "Sha-la-la-aaaah! That ain't no crime!"

Bubba: "Oh no no no."

Bill and Sookie watched curiously as the fang-bangers sexily fell to the floor. They watched is amusement as Dr. Eric Tile attempted to catch his creation as Chow, Pamela and Amelia danced and did the can-can. And they laughed as Eric lunged at Bubba, who ran towards his tank and watched Eric wall of the railing.

Eric ran towards Bubba and gave him a hug.

"Oh, Bubba, that's no way to behave on your...birthday," Eric said deviously.

Bubba frowned.

"But since you are such an exceptional creation -not like the other failures- and such, I'm willing to forgive you."

Bubba smiled and clapped his hands.

"Wonderful creation," Pamela cooed.

"You truly outdid yourself, master," Chow said.

"He's okay," Amelia mused.

Eric turned to Amelia and slammed his open palm against Bubba's tank. "Okay? OKAY?!"

Eric grabbed Bubba and flew towards Sookie. "You. Don't you appreciate this thing of beauty?"

"Oh, I like my vampires civil and older," Sookie said warmly, and kissed a happy Bill's cheek.

"I didn't make him for you," Eric said with a scoff, and made a motion with his hands. Chow nodded to this, quickly left the room, and just as quickly came in with a large present of some sort.

Eric nodded to Bubba, who curiously opened the present, revealing dumbbells, barbells and Weepinbells, each individually wrapped in blood-red ribbons.

Very manly.

((Cue music: "Charles Atlas Song"))

Eric: "A vampire runs carrying ninety-eight pounds will get sand in his eyes when kicked to the grounds.

And so to the blood bank with determined fangs, waiting for food to get him in the mood...We'll make him crinkle, but not twinkle. We'll make others scream, we'll burn our enemies with deadly, deadly steam.

He won't be a crier, oh no, but he'll be a strong vampire."

Pamela had apparently left the room, for she was now coming in the room with a bright-red mechanical bull. But it wasn't a bull, but a mechanical lion or tiger.

Eric: "He'll eat nutritious, high-protein, swallowing raw cats. He'll be good enough to pin others against the mats.

All this hard work, but be will no I'm not a liar, when in just seven days, I make him a vampire."

He'll do fang-ups, drink blood, fake and real. I will make sure...he's able to feel.

He won't be a crier, oh no, but he'll be a strong vampire."

((End music))

Eric rode the mechanical cat. He then stopped, pushed it through a wall, and walked towards Bubba.

He stopped. Bubba covered his ears as a beeping filled the room.

From the hole in the wall came loud revving. A tall man with a pompadour, amazing sideburns, a motorbike, and typical greaser clothing rode in. He had a saxophone, a flesh wound on his forehead, and the devil's eyes.

"Tray," Amelia screeched happily, and ran over to him and gave him a swift hug.

((Cue music: "Hot Patootie - Bless My Soul"))

Tray: "What ever happened to a full moon's light, when you'd change to Were and hunt all night? It don't seem the same since vampiric light came into my life, I thought I was divine.

I used to go for a ride and hunt a pig, then I would do a small jig. A camper's saxophone blew and performed a Rock 'N' Roll show. I got with a girl, really had a good time.

Hot Patootie, bless my soul! I really love that rock 'n roll!"

Amelia started to piggy-back on Tray, and the still-living fang-bangers danced. Chow and Pamela even danced!

All: "Hot patootie, bless my soul! I really love that rock 'n' roll! Hot patootie, bless my soul! I really love that rock 'n' roll! Hot patootie, bless my soul! I really love that rock 'n' roll!"

Tray pulled out his saxophone and started to play. By now, everyone but a jealous Dr. Eric Tile were dancing and having fun. A fang-banger that was slowly dying on the floor commented that it was a "lovely party."

Tray: "My head used to swim from the blood lust I smelled. My hands kind of fumbled with her white plastic belt. I smelled her chicken breath and that's when I'd melt. She'd whisper in my ear, tonight she was my hunt.

Stop the show to put some hair oil on. Michael Jackson was singing his very last song. With your arms around your girl, you'd try to sing along. Hunted a razorback, that was a good time."

All: "Hot patootie, bless my soul! I really love that rock 'n' roll! Hot patootie, bless my soul! I really love that rock 'n' roll! Hot patootie, bless my soul! I really love that rock 'n' roll!"

He played on his saxophone, causing the fang-bangers and Amelia to cheer wildly. He handed his saxophone over to Amelia, then gave her a smooch and rode his bike up the ramp and clear across the crowd of fang-bangers. Unfortunately, quite a few never managed to GTFO of his way.

And all the while, Bubba was dancing happily. Eric was clearly displeased, and threw him into the elevator.

All: "Hot patootie, bless my soul! I really love that rock 'n' roll! Hot patootie, bless my soul! I really love that rock 'n' roll! Hot patootie, bless my soul! I really love that rock 'n' roll! Hot patootie, bless my soul! I really love that rock 'n' roll! Hot patootie, bless my soul! I really love that rock 'n' roll! Hot patootie, bless my soul! I really love that rock 'n' roll! Hot patootie, bless my soul! I really love that rock 'n' roll! Hot patootie, bless my soul! I really love that rock 'n' roll!"

((End music))

Unfortunately, Eric, overcome in a jealous rage, chased Tray through the hole in the wall. Tray's screams filled the room, but Amelia, dropping the saxophone and covering her ears, screamed and screeched all the way until Eric re-entered the room with blood smeared all over his face.

After a bit of silence and hesitation, Eric simply said, "Wonderful vocals."

The fang-bangers chuckled as Chow and Pamela guided Bill and Sookie out. Before they left, they watched as many fang-bangers shook Dr. Eric Tile's hand and left.