Vampire II
TESTICLES, MINOR
` Brent comes running into his house and closes the door behind him. `

His parents are away for the weekend so he calls a friend who lives

a few doors down and invites himself over. Soon Brent is explaining

to Jeff about his run-in with the mysterious vampire.

"Whatever dude. I don't believe in that kind of shit," the 5'5"

brown haired, brown eyed boy responds. "You're so full of shit."

"Fuck you man. I swear I saw it."

"Yeah right. So wanna go down there and see your 'vampire'?"

"Fuck no! I'm not going back there."

"Go get some garlic or something if it makes you feel better. It's

not like there's anything there."

"We're going to get killed."

"Then why aren't you dead? I mean this is a vampire, right?

Vampires kill. You're not dead so it couldn't have been much of a

vampire, right?"

"Maybe it didn't wan--"

"Who cares? Go get your garlic or whatever and let's go."

"Shit." Brent leaves the room and comes back with garlic stuffed

into all of his pockets and a cross made of forks around his neck.

"What the...? Fuck, let's just go."

Michael was waiting on the top of a chimney for something, anything

to break the monotony. Then he hears something. Two boys talking.

He turns and to his amazement he sees Brent coming back into his

Territory with another teenaged human. "Stupid fuck."

"Not much of a vampire you have. I mean, why didn't it come out yet?

I mean--" Jeff's head is instantly severed from his neck and sent

hurling through the air.

"Welcome back Brent."

Brent turns and runs the way he came, his shirt being torn off by the

vampire. Michael gropes madly for a purchase on the fleeing boy and

grabs his crotch. Instantly, the teenager is reduced to a quivering

heap on the wet pavement.

"You are going to wish you never came back, boy." The vampire tears

the remaining clothes off the terrified boy. Extending his claws,

Michael watches his prey's eyes widen in fear. He grabs the boy's

helpless ball-sack in his left hand and raises his arm above his

head and brings his claws through the neck of the boy's scrotum.

Brent lets out a huge cry of agony as blood pours down his legs and

onto the cold pavement. "Well at least I won't be the only one not

having sex now."

  

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