NOTE: This is a JOKE story. Meaning any and all logic can be thrown out the window for this one. Basically something for you all to fool around with if you can't think of anything else to write.
And also, you can replace the 'Part' in the title with anything, like I have done. Just keep the numbering constant.
I may end up writing a list of characters for the story if too many appear. Okay, let's start. John Smith never wanted to be a vampire. After all, he felt, it was ridiculous to be spending century after century hunting down pretty women to kill. And it didn't help that he couldn't control his hunger. It was like going on a blind date and saying, "Hello. I am a vampire. I'm going to kill you now." Not like it made sense. Then again, vampires never made much sense.
It just so happened that one fine day, John saw a very beautiful lady. She had long, luscious locks of strawberry blonde, and strikingly blue eyes. Though her nose looked to be slightly too big for her face, and her chin a little too wide, her lovely lips made up for all that. She was
au natural, opting not to use any makeup whatsoever. As John looked down, he saw her shapely body, and her lovely, well-sculpted legs.
The strangest thing, though, was that John Smith felt absolutely no pull towards her. No unconscious effort to break her neck and suck her blood. His stomach didn't even twitch.
John stepped closer, wanting to find out what was so strange about this woman, when he saw the Adam's apple, cleverly hidden under a scarf. He almost threw up; he... she... IT was actually a cross-dresser!
John couldn't take the monstrosity of the situation. He quickly turned into a bat and flew away, back to his bat-cave. He sat down quickly, hugging his face with his hands. If he could sweat, he would've been drowning.
'I was attracted to a guy! A male!' He said to himself, shaking like a leaf. 'Holy smokes, I'm gay!'
For a long while John didn't know what to do. Then, bracing himself, he decided to check on the cross-dresser again. Although it had been a few hours, John was sure, the cross-dresser was still there, standing in that very same spot. It was almost as if... as if he was waiting for him...
The cross-dresser turn when he heard John approaching. With a bright smile, he said warmly, 'Why hello there, stranger whom I totally don't know.'
John scrunched up his face in disgust. 'You're an abomination,' he said. 'Screw off.'
The cross-dresser frowned. 'Well,' he finally said, after a long while. 'I guess you should at least know my name. It's Erik.' Then hunching over, Erik skulked off.
As John watched him walk off, he suddenly realised how mean he was. He grabbed Erik's wrist.
'Wait.'
Labels: Bitto, The Silly Story
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LOL OUR DEAR JOHN SMITH AGAIN! :D
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May 14, 2009 at 4:46 PM