The sun was an hour away from vanishing over the endless stretch of pine-covered forests, casting a crimson and orange glow.

A force of great malice and wickedness travelled amidst the trees. Her name was Megan and she was a self-proclaimed Queen of Vampires.

She had the appearance of an uncommonly attractive young woman with long flowing raven hair and perfect pallid skin. Her pretty eyes were a captivating light green color and they seemed to glow while sitting under long beautifully arched eyebrows. Her full shapely lips were the color of blood.

Most of her thin flawlessly curvaceous figure was covered by a beautiful black gothic dress that hugged and emphasized her tantalizing waistline. She wore matching jewelry crafted from showy gems both scarlet and transparent (a necklace around her neck, twin bracelets around her partially exposed slender white arms ending in long manicured fingers). Her pale attractive legs ended in white diamond-encrusted sandals.

Most vampires had to hide until the sun was completely out. However, Megan wasn't an ordinary vampire. Having walked the Earth since pre-Roman days, she was one of the Original vampires. As a long-standing force of wickedness and destruction, Megan was one of the strongest dark beings in existence.

Soon, everything will be mine.

A full-scale war between the darkness and those who opposed it was in full motion. It was finally time to strike a devastating blow against the hunter's guild that had opposed the darkness for centuries.

Gabriel Sinclair was a tenacious, highly skilled, and determined opponent. More than once, he had frustrated her wicked designs. Yet she had finally figured out a way to handle a man like that.

Her plan was simple. Having drawn him away from his secluded mansion with diversionary attacks from her minions, Megan was on her way to make a personal visit to the Sinclair estate. She would target his two children, feast on their delicious and innocent blood, and display them to him when he returned. Only when his world was completely shattered would she personally destroy him with the full powers of the darkness itself. Many of her minions had volunteered but Megan had insisted on doing this herself, for she alone wanted to savor the pain, suffering, and final death of the mortal male who had dared defy a goddess like her.

At last, she reached the outer perimeter of the large mansion property. Despite the barricade of three-meter tall spiked fences, Megan effortless leaped over this entire length, landing skillfully on the other side into the garden grounds.

Inside the second floor living room, 12-year-old Caleb was with his sister, 11-year-old Grace. Both siblings had the classic Sinclair look of messy brown hair, tanned skin and dark blue eyes.

Caleb was playing a hand-held video game on the sofa while Grace was hopping around with a set of skipping ropes. There was a crackling fire hearth.

"This is kind of boring, wish I could go help Dad," Caleb said, looking up from his game. "He's always said it's a family business."

"We're not ready yet," Grace said, still skipping, "At least this time, he let us set the traps to the house."

"Yeah that was really cool," Caleb said, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Still, I doubt anything exciting will happen."

Grace stopped hopping, wiping some sweat off her brow and heading out. "I feel like getting some more ice cream, you want some?"

"Nah I'm good."

"Suit yourself."

From outside, Megan saw a very strange contraption a few meters away from the front door and leaning against the mansion's wall:

A big rectangular platform on wheels with a large marble arc vaguely resembling the Arc de Triumphe though of smaller scale and with runic symbols. There was a large partly buried crate in the middle. The entire thing emanated a nasty aura to the vampire and she thought it best to stay away.

Humans and their creative efforts. The old gods can't help you.

The front door of a hunter's home was most likely armed with defenses, so she settled on another method of entry.

Smirking, she moved across to a nearby wall. Focusing her powers, she effortlessly leapt to the second story. Grabbing unto a ledge, she yanked herself up. Despite the locks to the window, she placed her nailed hands against the frame and pushed, effortlessly prying it wide open. A few ruined steel bolts fell and clattered against the hardwood floor. She gracefully stepped into the Sinclair home.

Megan was filled with excitement and anticipation. It had been a while since she had fed on the delicious and empowering blood of children. She was going to thoroughly enjoy every moment of her revenge against that unbearable, do-gooder hunter. The vampire sped through the rooms with such haste she seemed almost blur-like.

Caleb looked up from his video game. He was quite sure he heard the dull sound of metal objects falling. The kid dropped his toy and stood up from the sofa, looking around.

Megan stepped out from the shadows and into view, her wicked green eyes looked at the boy as her lips curled. Caleb's mouth dropped open at the sight of the female vampire and for the briefest of moment there was conflict: a pulsating fear but also a rising excitement at the woman's unearthly beauty.

"Who are you?" he demanded, his eyes searching for something to protect himself with.

"You must be Gabriel's worthless boy," she said. "I'm Megan, Queen of Vampires. And you're all mine."

She rushed over to him, her pace unnaturally fast. Grabbing the boy with both hands, she effortlessly lifted him up so that his face was at her level. Caleb's eyes widened as he saw her open her mouth, her tongue hissing and snarling, many of her teeth transforming into sharpened states, her eyes widening and brightening with unholy green light. There was no escaping the unnaturally strong grip of her nailed fingers.

"I'm going to taste your blood, little boy," she said, her suddenly pitched voice sounding like three demons speaking at once. "What a fool your father is, to leave his own home open like this."

From behind Megan, Grace carefully showed up, having been eavesdropping on her way back from the kitchen. The little girl knew she had to do something to help her brother. Carefully and quietly, she reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a small slingshot. After loading a large marble made from Blessed Silver, Grace pulled the string back as she aimed, closing one eye in concentration and sticking out her tongue.

Megan continued to gloat: "Daddy's not here to protect you little one. And now I've GOT YOU. I'm going to TASTE YOUR BLOOD."

A marble whipped through the air, firmly striking Megan on her posterior and bouncing off, setting off a flash of white light-

BANG!*

-causing the vampire to experience a sudden sharp pain to her tush. A thin trail of smoke rose from the dress.

"EEEEEEEEKKKK!"

Letting out a great cry, her fingers involuntarily slackened as her eyes widened and she stood up higher. Caleb was able to yank himself free. Landing nimbly on his socks, the boy wasted no time in sprinting across the room and joining his sister.

Megan turned around, snarling, her face displaying anger and outrage as she clutched her inflamed ass with two hands. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!" she raged.

"COME ON!" Grace cried out. Her brother reached him and soon the two of them bolted out, made a sharp turn, and kept racing, not wasting a single second, powered forth by adrenaline.

The kids were in a new corridor now, with shelves on both sides. Megan followed, with her unnatural speed, the vampire rapidly gained on the children. Her arms were reaching out to grab them-

DZIIIIIIIING!*

She was suddenly immobilized.

On a wall overlooking the next section of the house, a large specially enchanted crucifix was glowing with a gentle white light.

The children ran to the end of the corridor before both turning around out of curiosity. Megan was frozen in place with her arms outstretched and her body tilting forward, one shoe half-raised in mid run.

"Wow my enchanted cross is WORKING," Caleb said. "This is SO COOL. She can't move!"

The diamonds on her magical necklace and bracelets brightened with crimson lights. There was a sizzling sound as the crucifix began to melt down.

"It doesn't matter," Megan sneered. "I'm a powerful vampire queen. Nothing you have can lock me down, NOT FOR LONG. You're on borrowed time you little BRATS."

"That may well be true," Grace said, "Still, you're not welcome in this house, VAMPIRE."

To illustrate the point, the little girl took a small sack of garlic from the shelf and loaded it unto her slingshot. Speedily, she aimed and shot.

The projectile zoomed across and landed against the vampire queen's breasts, setting off a shimmer of white light.

BANG!*

Despite the dress, the sack was perfectly sandwiched between those vampiric tits. Megan's eyes travelled down. A trail of smoke rose high into the air followed by a vicious hissing sound as the sack turned into a bright orange color-

PSSSSSSSS*
"NIAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHH!"

She howled with agony and outrage, experiencing her tits being set ablaze due to a vampiric weakness to garlic. The cross on the wall had partly melted to allow limited movement from her, but only so that the bad woman could stand up higher on her shoes, lower her hands and clench them into useless fists on both sides of her waistline.

"AOWWWWWWWW!"

The garlic sack exploded like a small bomb of white light.

BANG!*

When the children opened their eyes again, they were amazed. With the explosive force mostly directed outwards, much of Megan's upper dress was blown apart, exposing her large breasts covered by strained black bras. Some black smoke rose against her face and some of her pale flesh was damaged, though her vampiric regeneration was fast at work at restoring it to pallor.

"YOU LITTLE SHITS!" she raged, her face grimacing and contorting at her renewed struggle to break out.

"Wow Grace, you really showed her," Caleb said, his eyes looking at her upper chest.

"Yeah," Grace said, smiling and satisfied for now. "Still, we better go before that cross finishes melting."

"Yeah. Come on."

Giggling, the two of them turned and walked out of sight, leaving a rage-filled Megan.

A few seconds later, the undamaged magical jewels finished with a particularly aggressive flash of red light, fully de-constructing the cross and finally releasing the vampire.

Megan followed at once, her thoughts consumed by a need for vengeance. She saw a long stairway across an open hall, leading to a high indoor balcony with more doors and corridors. The running children were almost at the top of the stairs.

"I've GOT YOU NOW!" she exclaimed in a shrill, demonic voice that carried over. She rushed forward to execute a terrifying long-range jump to traverse all the steps in one move.

The children turned around, just in time to see the vampire soar through the air towards them at a breakneck speed-

DZIIIIIIIING!*

One meter away from touching the children, Megan was once again frozen. This time with her hands raised on both sides of her shocked visage, her legs slightly spread apart, and her shoes dangling in mid air.

The children burst out laughing at the woman's strange position. Three sets of coverings fell off from the walls behind the children, revealing three white glowing crucifixes.

"NOT AGAIN!" she howled over the giggling of the children from below. "URGH! This is NOT happening! HOW?!"

Her evil jewels glowed again with crimson. A sizzling sound echoed forth as the crosses began to melt bit by bit. Megan's face grimaced as she struggled, but aside from a bit of twitching, she was trapped.

Caleb whispered something in his sister's ear. Grace turned and whispered back and they both giggled before facing the suspended woman.

"What are you two little worms whispering about?" Megan said in a foul mood.

"Well," Grace said, "We were thinking we should do something to you before you melt those crosses."

"Yeah. We know you'll get out," Caleb said, pointing at her necklace. "But there's a bit of time. You broke into our house, tried to kill us, that is NOT an okay thing to do."

"HOW DARE YOU!" she spat at them. "I-"

"You're a pretty powerful vampire right?" Caleb asked her. "The sun doesn't stop you. You're able to come back from Blessed Silver, garlic. Even high tier, enchanted crosses don't lock you down forever. I'm guessing you're an Original, amped by evil relics. So I was wondering, would holy water work against you?"

Megan opened her mouth but couldn't think of a good reply.

"Let's try it out," Caleb said as-matter-of-factly. The boy picked up a very long plastic reach stick usually used to access chandeliers. He stood forward and momentarily prodded one of Megan's legs-

"EEEEK!"

-causing the suspended vampire to rotate just a bit. When she stopped, her back was facing them, giving the Sinclairs a view of the rundown of her long raven hair and her shapely derrière, covered by black dress fabric and continuously wiggling.

"You'll never get away with this you little BRATS!" Megan raged, her face reddening. "Mark my words. I'll GET YOU TWO!"

A smiling Grace picked up a wooden bucket filled with holy water. She stepped forth and swung it at the villainess. A large quantity of liquid fell on Megan's backside, soaking her.

SPLASH*

Both children watched with anticipation. Two and a half seconds passed. And then-

PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*

A furious hissing and crackling sound rang out as massive quantities of thick white smoke rose out from her ass. The lower back side of her dress cracked and fell apart.

"GIAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!"

Megan howled as her wicked vampiric essence, and her soaked bottom, were subjected to a searing pain she never thought she could be made to feel. As her smoking bum quivered and shook, Megan's fists tightened as she suffered.

As the smoke cleared away, the wide-eyed children had a view of Megan's voluptuous bottom, the fleshy cheeks flossed by the skimpiest band of black thong. A large portion of the buttocks had turned into a deep shade of pink. The vampiric regeneration was fast at work, but it wasn't possible to restore her cheeks to the full extent of its previously perfect pallor.

Facing away from the children, Megan's face burned a bright crimson as she grit her teeth, realizing the children were seeing what they shouldn't be seeing.

"She's got a nice butt," Caleb commented.

"It looks like holy water DOES work," Grace said. "I'll write it down for my notes."

"You insolent bra- OUCH!" Megan cried out. "OWIE! My butt!"

There was a final flare-up of crimson light as the three crosses trapping Megan finally crumbled. However, this caused the vampire to plummet straight down and land on her knees below-

CRACK*

-with such force that the surface of several steps on the stairway cracked violently.

Megan stood back up. She turned, around and saw to her outrage, the two children observing her from elevation, smiling at her.

"You'll pay for what you did to my ass!" Megan hissed, raising a fist at them.

Grace's reply while she made a face: "Na na na na na na!" She stuck out her tongue at the vampire. Letting out gleeful squeals, the two children turned and vanished.

Letting out a snarl, Megan power-leapt into the air and landed on the other side of the railings. She rushed into a nearby corridor, her nailed hands outstretched and her green eyes searching. The corner of one eye detected Grace running by a set of doors. Without hesitation, the vampire turned and tackled. Megan missed by a frustrating inch and crashed into a side of the wall; her strength was so great that a huge part of it collapsed and crumbled over her.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" the vampire howled as she effortlessly yanked herself back out from the debris. She re-adjusted her position, unsure where Grace went.

Caleb stepped out from behind Megan, raised a large silver-looking skillet and swung it in a batter-like move. The flat side of that kitchenware struck with great forcefulness across both of Megan's shapely bottom cheeks.

BONG!*
"EEEEEEEEKKKK!"

The boy struck big this time. This was a hunter's household, and the skillet was crafted from Holy Iron.

As Caleb withdrew the pan, he observed the result. Megan clenched her teeth and balled her hands into fists as she stood up on her toes. And then both of the villainess' ass cheeks lit up with fierce bright white lights. The illuminations seemed to expand and cackle until they resembled two massive flare gun rounds furiously affixed to her hindquarters.

"NIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Thus superheated, Megan was taken to a whole new universe of karma as she convulsed and hopped around idiotically while howling to the high heavens, the flares of light bouncing along with her wiggling buttocks. She was now moving away from Caleb, who watched with great interest, until the boy looked down and saw that the skillet in his hand had transformed to a charcoal black and now sported corrosive holes. It had NOT survived contact with the vampire's wicked essence. Still, Caleb had succeeded in superheating the bad woman's ass.

"AAAAAAAARGH! OWIE! OW OW OWWWWWWWW!"

As Megan spun around, Grace stepped out from another room armed with a fire extinguisher. The little girl aimed and pressed. A relentless volley of cool air and frost particles blasted the vampire's upper half. Megan desperately tried to shield herself with her arms. Now experiencing both ice and fire, the confused villainess backed off until she tripped over. A window shattered and she fell straight out of the mansion.

"RIAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHH!"

She fell over and into the strange platform she had witnessed before her break-in.

The vampire crashed through a marble arc, causing it to crumble spectacularly. She landed through the large crate at the center of the outdoor wheeled platform. The disturbed structure further collapsed on top of her in an avalanche of debris.

It turns out this was the portable altar of a pagan god of protection and now disturbed, it's magic began to heavily restrict and weaken her.

Caleb and Grace stepped out into yard, feeling the evening air.

The only part of Megan that stuck out from the wreckage were the lower halves of her twitching slender pale legs, ending in those white diamond-encrusted sandals. The faintest glow of red light could be seen, signifying her relics were working overtime again.

"She'll get out again, I think," Grace pointed out.

"For sure," Caleb remarked. "But right now, I want to teach the dumb vampire woman another lesson."

The two kids approached her legs.

"Hey vampire woman," the boy said very loudly. "Can you hear me?"

Muffled cries and curses from below the rubble; they couldn't make out the words.

"I'll take that as a yes," Caleb continued. "So here's a message loud and clear for you: STAY. AWAY. From me and my little sister. You got it?"

He promptly unstrapped and removed both of her shoes, throwing them to the side to expose the woman's shapely bare feet. A giggling Grace moved in from the side, grabbed her legs and pushed them together firmly.

"Pretty feet you've got there," the boy said to her, "I wonder if they're ticklish."

Caleb grabbed Megan's pale feet and tickled them aggressively with his nails. The vampire queen proved so ticklish that immediately, her legs tried to struggle and convulse; Grace easily restrained her. Caleb continuously altered his patterns, frustrating Megan's efforts to scrounge her toes and overlap her soles. A continuous stream of muffled giggling, cries, and punctuated curses rose from amidst the rubble.

Caleb paused in mid action. His hands still placed over her toes, he said to her:

"My aunt Stella said that the more wicked a woman, the more ticklish her feet are. You're VERY ticklish. You must have been a bad woman even before you became a vampire. I think I'm going to give you just a bit more for good measure."

And he did, effectively tickling and handling her feet for another satisfying segment until there was a sudden flare up of fierce red light.

"She's getting out," Grace said, "It's time to go."

"Alright," Caleb said. "That's all for now. Remember vampire woman, don't come back for more."

The two of them released her legs and rushed away, giggling like pranksters.

The marble debris and crate broke apart throughout. A particularly large piece was hurled away as Megan's frustrated scream exploded out:

"RIAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHH! YOU LITTLE SHITS!"

The villainess stood up from the wreckage. Her face was so livid it was partly purple. Her black dress was impossibly damaged. She was covered with dust, though she was curiously unbruised from the fall itself.

As her relics faded once more, she turned around and saw the children. They were standing by the side of a door, grins wide on their faces as they looked at her with something that was as far from terror as possible. Caleb was slowly waving bye bye to her.

Feeling a desperate, all-consuming need to avenge all the damage she had taken this evening, Megan let out a feral roar as she rushed forth towards the children with everything she's got. The children said nothing as they disappeared into the door from the side. Megan's almost blur-like speeding form followed inside.

In doing so, she was decisively baited into taking the front door where she found herself exposed to a large cluster of the children's most well-prepared traps. From a safe position ahead, the Sinclairs watched as the villainess stepped into their project.

First, her legs snagged a series of strings which triggered over a dozen bags of anti-darkness powder to explode. Instantaneously, a giant mist covered her entire form.

"EEEEEEEEK!"

The rapidly dissipating powder caused her pain and disorientation. As she spun forward across the floor howling, one of her feet stepped on a crucial switch and a tall floorboard covered with runes swung upwards and smacked into her ass with stinging force-

SMACK!*
"OWIE!"

-eliciting a yelp and a noticeable little leap from her. A delayed string snapped; the children closed their eyes as a flashbang cannister went off.

BANG*

Temporarily blinded, she stumbled further. Her fingers caught a wall covered with special salt.

PSSSSSSS*
"OWIE!"

She pushed herself back a bit, turning.

"NOW!" Caleb cried out like a general, as he yanked a switch. Part of a barrel opened and several dozen marbles rolled out across the floor.

A large strawberry jam pie sailed forth from Grace's hand-

SPLAT*
"MMMMPH"

-landing right over the villainess' face and sticking, the crust enveloping her features and bits of cream and icky red jam running down from the edges.

In her confusion, pie-smashed Megan danced around, her arms swinging around dumbly, inadvertently turning and offering her quivering, bouncing pale ass as a target.

Grace took it, aiming a large Blessed Silver rod and pressing it hard against one of Megan's buttocks-

BANG!*
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"

-setting off an explosion of white light and propelling Megan. Her unbalanced feet landed on marbles, causing a flailing, tumbling forward fall.

"MMMMMMMMPH!"

She landed face-first (or pie first) against the ground with such force that the floor cracked open.

THUD* CRACK!*

Her world instantly turned to darkness.

A while later, Megan awoke. As she stood up, feeling dazed and numb, she noticed she was inside a large glowing circular symbol packed with smaller runes; the whole painted trap was glowing with a gentle white light. An unfamiliar metallic object was around her neck.

The two children were observing her with wide smiles on their faces.

The vampire rushed forward but was shocked to find that an unseen barrier, harder than diamond, blocked her from getting out of the symbol.

"What is THIS?!" she cursed, her hands desperately searching for a gap, but the trap was fully encased.

"A neat little trap," Grace said. "It's a bit on the advanced side but we had time to read up."

"Yeah," Caleb clarified. "And for good measure, those evil jewel thingies you had, we swapped them out."

Megan noticed that her bracelets were gone. Her hands reached towards her neck but instead of her necklace she touched a small steel collar, firmly attached.

"It's a Restriction Relic. While it's on, it'll weaken you," Caleb continued. "As well as deal with your dangerous sharp teeth."

She blinked as her tongue felt her teeth. All the prized sharp ones had been reshaped into harmless flat ones. This was a lot to take in.

"MY RELICS!" she raged eventually, banging at her invisible cage repeatedly. "Give me back my relics. NOW!"

The two children said nothing, they simply giggled.

"Hey did you hear what I SAID?!" she raged. "I'm TALKING-"

She paused mid-sentence, her eyes widening as she heard footsteps approaching from behind the children.

Dark hunter Gabriel Sinclair stepped out and approached, wearing a black leather coat, and aiming a loaded crossbow very carefully at her.

"Dad! You're back!" Caleb cried excitedly. "You won't BELIEVE what went down while you were away! It was AMAZING!"

Gabriel blinked, setting his weapon down on a table as he tried to make sense of the partly-nude woman. "You- you've caught a VAMPIRE?!"

"Yup," Grace said.

Gabriel whistled, marveling at the trapped woman and the soft white light of the mystical trap glowing under her. He paid special attention to her face which was uncommonly beautiful. "Well well well. This isn't just any vamp. It's MEGAN, the Queen of Vampires."

He turned to the kids, "How did you manage it?"

"She came here and attacked us. So we improvised," Grace replied. "Mostly we used lots of traps."

"WELL," Gabriel said, holding back a smile. "Now isn't THAT something."

"So Dad," Caleb said excitedly. "I was thinking. Does this count as our first real hunt?"

"Oh most DEFINITELY," Gabriel said, smiling widely. "Ha ha HELL YES. Caleb, Grace, I'll say this: you've overcome your first real challenge with true Sinclair spirit. I'm very proud. Very proud of the two of you."

"YIPEE!" the two children cried out as they gave each other high fives. "We DID IT! WOO HOO!"

"Alright children," the hunter continued. "You've done more than enough. I'll take over from here."

He turned and approached Megan until they were face to face up close. Gabriel paused to take in her deceptively attractive face with its green eyes, her strained black bras, ruined black dress, and pale curved body.

"It looks like your centuries of bad actions have finally caught up to you," he said to her. "You're going to be sealed away in a place where you won't be able to harm innocent people anymore."

"I curse you Sinclair," she seethed through gritted teeth. "I curse you for a thousand generations."

"I'm sure you'll do that, for whatever it's worth," he replied.

She tried to think of a retort but he spoke again first: "Alright then. First things first Megan: You have to be punished for breaking into my home and attacking my children."

The hunter stepped into the symbol, causing it to de-activate and fade. He grabbed Megan and handled her firmly, easily turning her around. Gabriel locked one of her arms behind her back, his other hand gripping a fistful of her long dark hair. She was too shocked to resist as she was marched over to a heavy chair.

"She's so gonna get it," Caleb whispered to Grace as the two inched closer to watch. "Totes," the sister replied.

As Gabriel sat down, he forced her face down over his knee and held her there. Megan's beautifully curved buttocks jutted up at an angle of best advantage. Her usually pale bottom was recolored with patches of pink and red, marking the extensive damage she had already taken.

Keeping her pinned down, the hunter reached his other arm to the side and pulled out a wooden paddle filled with symbols.

"You took it from my kids," he said to her. "Now you're going to take it from me too."

He raised the paddle and brought it down at full force over the bad woman's backside, setting off a resounding clap.

SMACK!* "GIAOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!"

Megan let out a dreadful howl as her already well-comeuppanced bottom was made to experience further ass-searing pain. Every prior insult to it was seemingly re-ignited. She struggled desperately but the hunter easily held her.

Gabriel proceeded to spank her bottom over and over, in this way personally punishing the beautiful vampire queen for her misdeeds, thus disciplining a great force of feminine wickedness spanning thousands of years. Megan's limbs tightened uselessly, her toes scrounged and unscrounged, and her bottom jigged and bounced with each and every resounding spank.

SMACK!* "OUCH!"
SMACK!* "OWIE! OWIE!"
SMACK!* "GIAOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!"
SMACK!* "URGH!"
SMACK!* "NO!"

And so it was that Megan's evening of comeuppance was capped off by a hard paddling to her shapely bottom, with all of this witnessed by the two little kids she had failed to kill all evening.

SMACK!* "OUCH!"
SMACK!* "OWIE! OWIE!
SMACK!* "GIAOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!"
SMACK!* "URGH!"
SMACK!* "NO!"
SMACK!* "NIOOOOOOOO!"
SMACK!* "OWIE! OWIE!

THE END