She may or may not be Vice-President... but Can She Sing?

Oct 14th, 2008
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He stares at you maliciously, hungrily, his cruel crimson irises glinting in the ominous moonlight. Adrenaline charges through your body, but there is nothing you can do. The feral creature moves in for the kill, taking in your delectable throat, swallowing convulsively in fright, your relatively delicate limbs, so tender, bones full of nutritious marrow. Your trembling hands find a metal candlestick, which you hurl desperately at the evil thing. It snarls instinctively, violently knocking it to the floor.

"OH GOD, NO!!" you shriek, cowering, bloody arms placed defensively over your bruised head. The psychopath with the cudgel raises his brutal weapon once more, heavy iron whistling through the air and shatters your forearms. You cry out, whimpering, at the sheer, crushing pain. Collapsing, your body shakes on the floor. You can see his crazed eyes, and you know he will never cease.

"Hi," whispers a breathy voice, and for a moment you think it is Mary Ann, but then you remember her cold body is strewn across the hallway, congealed drips of blood issuing from her lifeless mouth. Now all your muscles are tightened, but a small, slender girl walks out from behind the bush, smiling at you. You sigh in relief. "I'm Sandra," she says, coming closer, and leaps for your throat, clamping her small, sharp teeth on you neck. Knocking ou over, she sucks wildly, clasped to you in a death embrace. Grabbing hold of her bony arms, you try to yank them off, but this unnatural creature overpowers you. She sits on you and, breaking off from her gulping, she wipes her mouth delicately with one pale, tiny hand. "Want to come over for dinner?"

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By Wheeee

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