Down below, Sue Prescott of the New York Prescotts addressed the half dozen girls standing in the yard of the abandoned Victorian mansion. The chilly wind tore through their flimsy coats, and all waited impatiently to go inside for shelter, regardless of how forbidding the building appeared. "Sisters of Delta Pi Upsilon... As you all know, ten years ago tonight, the Sorority Slaughterer disappeared after killing his last 2 victims. So it's appropriate that we induct our six new members here in his house tonight. Initiates, Step forward."

The young college girls stepped forward. The spunky one, Mandy whispered fiercely to Melody, her shy best friend, "I can't believe you got me to go through this for you!"

Sue beckoned to an older girl waiting in the shadows of the crumbling wrap-around porch. As she stepped forward the lightning crashed, making all the girls, especially Melody, jump. The older girl was appropriately dressed for Hallowe'en, Mandy thought. White faced,

dead eyed, with two puncture marks visible on her neck.

"Sissy, do you have any words to share with these miserable underlings?" asked Sue.

Sissy spoke sonorously without blinking. "Yes. Tonight you shall leave this life and achieve a new plane of existence."

Melody burbled happily to Mandy. "A new plane of existence! I told you this was a good sorority. And you said it would be just car washes and dull dances!"

While the girls were ushered in, her assistant whispered to Sissy. "Are you sure this guy, Draco, will have everything ready for us inside?"

Blank faced, Sissy replied, "He is the master"

"Wow, you really have a thing for him, don't you?"

For the first time a hint of a smile drew itself on Sissy's face. "Yes, the Sorority."

Now late, Harry and his mentor hurried along the leaf-caked streets to their rendezvous. "So can we go to Paris AFTER the blood bath?"

Lifting and shaking his cape free of the damp again, Draco continued striding. Finally he slowed his pace and answered. " Didn't you hear what the little bastard said? We must prepare to defend out Master! She needs to be replenished. And this bloodbath is perfectly timed. It should be enough, correct?"

Harry took out a sheet of paper and pencil and checked his figures in the flicker of a streetlamp. "Let's see, eight girls at 8 pints a piece, allowing for some spillage, extra large clawfoot tub filled to the brim..."

Draco stopped suddenly. He turned his pale eyes to his companion. "Did you remember to bring the shampoo and towels? Anne likes the blood heated to precisely 92 degrees."

"Yes, yes, but I'm a little worried, do we really want to use girls from a sorority called Delta P U?"

"It's Delta Pi Epsilon! Anyway, I instructed their leader to have them all bathe and then shower afterwards. Then a light strawberry douche."

Harry drooled slightly. "What about the hosiery?"

Draco stopped, and turned slowly. "I have had it up to here with your tab at Serius's. I picked out some nice baby dolls that will be fine."

Harry lightly punched his shoulder. "Sounds perfect."

Draco stared at the offending hand. "When did I give you permission to touch me?"

Harry backed off with a whine.

They continued their noiseless approach until the old house was looming before them in the moonlight. Then as they turned to the rear entrance, Harry spoke again. "Hey, Draco? Why is this sorority like Hygrade Hotdogs?"

Draco ignored his adolescent jest and continued to hurry along. Undeterred, Harry answered himself as they slipped through the shattered remnants of a cellar door. "They're fresher because more people eat them. And more people eat them... because they're fresher."

His evil giggle trailed behind them.

While all that was going on a shadowy figure, who could only be seen once a streak of bright lightning lit up the sky, was slowly yet steadily moving down the road that led to lovers lane. As the mysterious figure came closer and closer to the parked car its outline became more

and more perceptible. The bright beams which the cars headlights threw out into the night caught the feminine body in an eerie halogen glow.

Hobbling along precariously on her crutches the bottle blonde managed not to fall on the uneven gravel lined driveway. Her delicate, slim, taped ankle, accessorized by the red 9 inch heel Prada, hovered several inches above the cold ground. Caroline made several more dangerously unstable steps towards the drivers side as the first drops of rain began to fall down, making the gravel slipperier to cope with.

As she leant against the frame she caught her first glance of the remains to the pre-slaughter party that the vamps had left behind. Even though her first instincts were to scream at an idiotically high pitch and run for the nearby hills, she didn't give in to it. Instead she just

turned around and lifted her gaze towards the cloud-filled sky, her mascara running because of the now steadily falling rain, screaming out her frustration to the sadistic God that had put her in this situation 'again'.

"Like I don't know. Didn't I just do this last week. For Versace's sake, I'm sick and tired of being the first to run in to brutally massacred corpses. My friggin name ain't Buffy you know. I'm not even a Cheerleader."

All this however went un-witnessed. Leaving the poor valley girl in the streaming rain, sinking lower and lower into the accumulating mud, created by the unrelenting downpour.

"Like I haven't been through enough yet, now my new Prada's are getting ruined."

"Prada, my eye! If those are real then I'm the Pope."

Caroline whirled around, her crutches falling away as she gaped in horror. Two very pale, very elegantly dressed men stood nearby, pursing their full and pouty lips at her as they huddled underneath a large, gaudy umbrella.

"Draco," hissed the dark-haired one. "You know A-N-N-E doesn't like it when we use religious references. She's never gotten over that whole Catholic thing."

Draco shrugged. "I was merely making a statement on the authenticity of the lady's footwear, Harry. Anne can't fault me for that. This girl obviously doesn't know fashion."

"We're still a couple of quarts low for the bloodbath. Can we just drain her and get on with it?" Harry whined, stamping his expensively shod foot.

"Okay fine," Draco agreed. "But no sipping. I don't care how much you say you hate manual labor or how thirsty it makes you. Do you have the bucket?"

Caroline, bridling at hearing her imminent demise become a statement of fact, nonchalantly leaned down and picked up her crutches. When she straightened, the two were by her side. As hard as she could manage, she whacked them both with her crutches and then tore off, hobbling at remarkable speeds, toward the dark and gloomy house that loomed over the lane.

She'd just reached the front step when...

To be continued...