Castle stared at Beckett's dull, lifeless eyes and wondered how it could be that HE was the undead vampire and she was suppose to be the human. He was dressed in a shirt that tried to hard to be cool and hip, his face almost hilariously pale and his eyes were red.
Beckett, for her part, was staring off into space like she was drugged, her hair limp and her body lax. Castle was pretty sure if a doctor checked her for vital signs they would find none and declare her a robot.
"I've waited for you for a hundred years..." Castle said in an over-the-top breathy voice that was all at once too emotional and yet lacking any passion. "Every day-"
Beckett plunged her hand into his chest and ripped out his heart.
"Oh no," Beckett said dully, like she was the woman that told you the time on the phone. "I'm sorry Castle, I was stuck in Katie the Vampire Slayer mode"
"Hey, check out my bazillion ab muscles!" A shirtless Esposito called out.
As the world of Twilight faded away, Beckett and Castle thanked every deity, god and Spongebob Squarepants that they were back in the dark room and able to have emotions like functional humans.
"Ok...don't say a word!" Beckett exclaimed. "Don't even talk...we don't want to risk saying the name of something and getting sucked into it."
Castle nodded, pantimiming zipping his lips.
Beckett smiled and floated to him, rubbing her hands along his shoulders. Just because they couldn't take these unitards off didn't mean they couldn't find other ways to...play.
Castle let out a squeak as Beckett's hands groped his butt.
The world began to fade.
"What the hell!" Beckett shouted as they were yanked apart. "We didn't say anything!"
Castle blushed. "I...might have been thinking about showtunes..." Beckett glared at him. "Hey, I can't help it! i lost my virginity to the Cast Album of Cats-"
POOF!
Next Time: Broadway Presents: CASTLE!