Nervously, Dracula made his way through the ballroom.
"My Count,"
Coming to a stop, Dracula looked and saw that it was his wife.
"My queen of the night,"
Gently, Dracula took her hands in his'.
"Is everything all right?"
"Well, there's something…"
"So, what do you think?"
Dracula and Margaret looked from each other to see Johnny.
They swore that their hearts started beating.
Johnny was dressed in a long, red gown with ridiculous nails and fangs.
But that's not what got them.
What got them was his ridiculous wig.
"This is your vampire costume?"
"Are you nuts?"
"I ordered it online. It was the only place that delivered overnight."
"You look like you got a baboon's butt on your head. Have you at least practiced your voice? You can't just talk like a hippie."
"I'm not a hippie."
Johnny crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'm a slacker."
"Talk like a vampire."
"My name is Count Jonafang. I am a vampire."
"Word of advice, Johnny. Vampires don't go walking around saying, 'I am a vampire'."
"Sorry. I am Count Jonafang. Bleh, bleh, bleh."
"Are you kidding me?"
"I'm sorry. I'm nervous."
"Yeah, listen, if you think I don't like it, you definitely don't want to say, "bleh, bleh, bleh" in front of my father and her parents."
"Sir, Madame, Master Kakie has arrived."
Margaret, Dracula and Johnny looked to see a man in his forties, little hair and dressed in sweats with a duffle slung over his shoulder.
Johnny's face pulled up into a small smile.
"Oh, hey. Drac, Marg this is Brandon a.k.a Kakie. We got him for Dennis."
"Hey, man."
The man gave Margaret a light nod.
"Ma'am,"
"Nauseated to meet you."
Gently, Margaret swatted him on the shoulder.
"Sweet fangs, be nice."
"When does this happen? I got a book fair in half an hour."