Ooooh – we've just left Do-Wah after he's had an OMAB accident – and he
knew it would happen! Freaky or what?? Read on!
"Where is it?" B.Bop panicked.
"Under his suit... Get it! Get it quick!" Do-Wah was still – motionless – not breathing. His heart had given out when he'd hit the floor. 2-T reached under Do-Wah's clothes and retrieved the talisman – a ring. He put it on Do- Wah's finger in a hurry. B.Bop was crying uncontrollably and 2-T was panting. We just have to wait, they both thought. He'll still be the same person. Do-Wah's eyes flickered and then, when he focused, he looked up at his friends.
"I've changed my mind..." Do-Wah croaked. "If Martians were meant to live twice they would. Maybe it's best if I..." he motioned to remove his ring but B.Bop pushed him back.
"You're mad if you think we're gonna let you do that." Do-Wah bared his teeth and growled: "It's my choice! You can't tell me what I can or cannot do!" but B.Bop and 2-T were stepping back in revulsion as he spoke - pretending to not see those great canines that hung lower than a normal Martians'. They gulped and tried to smile, not letting Do-Wah know how scared of him they were. Do-Wah's face softened and he looked puzzled.
"What?" he asked. B.Bop and 2-T looked at each other and then realised it would be best if they told him. They both pointed to his teeth.
"It's happened," 2-T gulped "You really are a vampire." Do-Wah stared at his friends and then ran a finger across his top row of teeth.
"Ow!" he moaned and pulled out his finger. A fleck of blood was dripping down and he stuck the wound into his mouth without thinking. The blood trickled down his throat, the coppery sort of thick water, he could taste it, feel the difference it made to his body and then Do-Wah realised that he wanted to HUNT! He wanted to know whether all blood tasted different – if all of it were sweet or was it tangy or spicy. He wanted to taste it fresh and from someone else. He suddenly gasped in surprise and drew his hand away from his mouth. B.Bop and 2-T were still there – looking lost and confused, and standing uncomfortably. Do-Wah was gone, they thought, and someone else was there instead – a blood-sucking monster. Do-Wah realised with regret that he wanted to drink – drink the blood from his hand until it was numb and lifeless. Drink out a whole body until his was refreshed. He licked his lips in delight and smiled, the darkness drawing itself across his eyes. They turned into empty abysses – that B.Bop and 2-T were sucked into, and they jumped back in fear. Where had Do-Wah gone?
"I'm thirsty, you?" Do-Wah grinned, eyeing up his finger, hungrily.
TBC
"Where is it?" B.Bop panicked.
"Under his suit... Get it! Get it quick!" Do-Wah was still – motionless – not breathing. His heart had given out when he'd hit the floor. 2-T reached under Do-Wah's clothes and retrieved the talisman – a ring. He put it on Do- Wah's finger in a hurry. B.Bop was crying uncontrollably and 2-T was panting. We just have to wait, they both thought. He'll still be the same person. Do-Wah's eyes flickered and then, when he focused, he looked up at his friends.
"I've changed my mind..." Do-Wah croaked. "If Martians were meant to live twice they would. Maybe it's best if I..." he motioned to remove his ring but B.Bop pushed him back.
"You're mad if you think we're gonna let you do that." Do-Wah bared his teeth and growled: "It's my choice! You can't tell me what I can or cannot do!" but B.Bop and 2-T were stepping back in revulsion as he spoke - pretending to not see those great canines that hung lower than a normal Martians'. They gulped and tried to smile, not letting Do-Wah know how scared of him they were. Do-Wah's face softened and he looked puzzled.
"What?" he asked. B.Bop and 2-T looked at each other and then realised it would be best if they told him. They both pointed to his teeth.
"It's happened," 2-T gulped "You really are a vampire." Do-Wah stared at his friends and then ran a finger across his top row of teeth.
"Ow!" he moaned and pulled out his finger. A fleck of blood was dripping down and he stuck the wound into his mouth without thinking. The blood trickled down his throat, the coppery sort of thick water, he could taste it, feel the difference it made to his body and then Do-Wah realised that he wanted to HUNT! He wanted to know whether all blood tasted different – if all of it were sweet or was it tangy or spicy. He wanted to taste it fresh and from someone else. He suddenly gasped in surprise and drew his hand away from his mouth. B.Bop and 2-T were still there – looking lost and confused, and standing uncomfortably. Do-Wah was gone, they thought, and someone else was there instead – a blood-sucking monster. Do-Wah realised with regret that he wanted to drink – drink the blood from his hand until it was numb and lifeless. Drink out a whole body until his was refreshed. He licked his lips in delight and smiled, the darkness drawing itself across his eyes. They turned into empty abysses – that B.Bop and 2-T were sucked into, and they jumped back in fear. Where had Do-Wah gone?
"I'm thirsty, you?" Do-Wah grinned, eyeing up his finger, hungrily.
TBC