"I can't say I've ever bitten a King before," Tama said as she stood just in front of King Mufasa, who was sleeping next to his mate, Sarabi. "I guess I can now, though," she said with an evil chuckle.

"I'm still against this, Tama," Tojo told her. "It's still not too late to turn back and forget all about this evil plan."

Tama laughed. "Don't be so stupid, Tojo. This is necessary for the Curse of the Vampire to be sustained. I'm not going to give up when I have everything I need right here in front of me!"

"This isn't going to end well," Tojo said, shaking his head as he looked down at the ground.

Tama opened her mouth, and used her sharp fangs to bite down on the King's neck as hard as she could, sucking his blood. "Hmm…" she said thoughtfully, slurping Mufasa's blood up. "Not as sweet as yours, Tojo, but still tasty."

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Tojo muttered, looking away from Tama. This wasn't something he personally wanted to witness. Tama becoming a vampire was weird enough already – he didn't need to watch her sucking blood to get freaked out.

For the next minute, all Tojo could hear was the sound of Tama greedily sucking King Mufasa's blood. "Are you quite finished yet?" Tojo asked, turning around to look at Tama.

Tama removed her fangs from Mufasa's neck, and Tojo almost puked when he saw that her muzzle was covered in blood. She slowly slurped it all up, enjoying the taste. "Mmm… now that was good," Tama said, before turning her attention to Sarabi. "I wonder how lionesses taste?"

"I can't believe I'm actually hearing this," Tojo said to himself. "Seriously, I can't. How sick can you be, Tama?"

"What can I say? I'm a bad girl," she said, before plunging her fangs into Queen Sarabi's neck.


"Ninety-eight… ninety-nine… one hundred!" Nala exclaimed, opening her eyes and turning away from the tree. "You might as well show yourself now, Simba. You can't beat me at this game!"

Nala walked along the edge of the water hole, looking around for any sign of Simba. Since they were so bored, they had decided to have a game of hide-and-seek. Simba of course made Nala 'it', because he loved to hide so he could try and scare her by jumping out from his hiding place suddenly.

"You're not going to scare me this time, Simba," Nala declared aloud. "Reveal yourself now and I might show you some mercy." The punishment for being found was usually five minutes of tickling, and Nala loved torturing Simba like that.

Nala spotted a tree in the distance, and recognised it instantly as the old tree where she and Simba had first met each other. She knew she would always look back on that spot with fond memories – and she also knew that was the spot Simba would most likely choose as his hiding place. Of course Simba would take the sentimental approach.

"I know where you are, Simba," Nala called as she made her way towards the tree. "I'm coming to—"

Suddenly, something rose up from the water hole and grabbed Nala's hind legs! She screamed as the figure pulled her into the water hole with a huge splash!

Nala thought she was going to die there and then, until she heard her attacker laugh. It was only when she got a closer look that she realised it was Simba who had pulled her into the water hole.

"Simba!" Nala cried, frowning. "You scared me to death!"

Simba laughed harder. "You should have seen the look on your face!" he snickered. "I've don't think I've ever seen you look so surprised!"

"Here's a surprise!" Nala retorted, grabbing Simba's head and dunking him under the water.

She let go of him and Simba resurfaced, still laughing through gasps of breath. "You were right! You can have fun in the dark!" he exclaimed, grinning. "I think I'm getting used to this night thing after all."

"At least we're getting somewhere," said Nala, looking up at the darkened sky. It would only be little more than an hour until it was morning. It looked as if Simba was going to overcome his fear after all!

That is, if nothing bad happened until morning arrived…


"What did I tell you?" Tama exclaimed, backing away as she looked at her newly transformed slaves.

The whole pride had now been turned into vampires. All ten of them, save for the cubs, who were sleeping, none the wiser to what was going on. Tama knew they were too stupid…

The pride stood to attention, blank expressions on their faces, awaiting orders from their leader. They now sported long fangs and red eyes, just like Tama and Tojo. Tama's plan was coming together, and all she needed now was two more people to bite…

"So… what do we make them do?" Tojo asked, looking the pride over.

"We send them after Simba and Nala, of course!" Tama replied, grinning eagerly. "And then they will bring them to me, where I can suck their blood and turn them into my slaves."

"You're going to make Simba your slave?" Tojo said, narrowing his eyes at her. "Then in that case, who is going to marry you? Can I marry you?"

Tama gagged in response. "That's disgusting, Tojo!" she exclaimed, sticking her tongue out. "That's about as disgusting as… as…"

"Sucking people's blood and turning them into vampires?" Tojo suggested flatly.

"Yeah! I mean, no! I mean… Oh, just shut that big mouth of yours, before I shut it for you!" Tama ordered, nearly grabbing Tojo by the throat again but deciding not to.

"Okay, okay!" Tojo agreed, holding his paws up in the air. "Just don't hurt me!"

Tama smiled. "Good." She turned to her new slaves, an evil grin on her face. "Attention, my new servants! I have a new task for you! I want you to find those two cubs, Simba and Nala, and bring them to me – alive – so I can suck their blood and make them all like you!"

"Yes, Tama," the pride obeyed, speaking in unison. "We obey."

"Good!" Tama exclaimed. "Now, go! Go! Go! We only have an hour before sunrise! I have to turn them both into vampires before then or the curse will be gone for ever!"

The pride nodded and filed out of the den, Tama's orders firmly implanted in their heads. They were going to find Simba and Nala, and drag them back here to Tama. They weren't going to fail their master, because they knew the ramifications would be severe.

"I do love a good enslaved pride," Tama said. "Don't you, Tojo?"

"I can't say I do," Tojo replied. "It's far too evil for my liking."

"One day you'll understand the benefits of evil, Tojo," she told him. "One day."

"And maybe one day you'll find that being good isn't so… bad."

Tama scoffed. "Yeah, right! That's about as likely as me falling in love with you!"