"Can you teach me how to cross-dress? Please please please!" exclaimed John with enthusiasm. Perhaps too much enthusiasm. He just felt an empowering urge to make friends with Erik overwhelm him, though he didn't know why. Cross-dressing suddenly seemed fun. And John wanted to have fun. Boy, he couldn't remember when was the last time he actually had some proper fun, besides sinking his fangs into the necks of pretty women and slurping their blood.
"What? Are you insane, you dickhead? Didn't you tell me to screw off just over a minute ago? Do you want me hammer your head into the ground, you bloody piece of shit?"
John chuckled. How ironic about the bloody, he thought. How he loved blood.
"Why, I changed my mind! Please would you teach me how to cross-dress and cross-dress together with me? We would look stunning, imagine! Can we cross-dress? Can we cross-dress? Please please please?!" John Smith was getting restless now. Plus, he was starting to act like a stupid hillbilly kind of toddler.
"For the last time, FUCK OFF or I really am going to hammer your head into the bleeding ground!" screeched Erik. Boy, was this guy standing right before him crazy? He could not stand John Smith's astonishingly childish ways as well.
"Okay but I guess you should know my name because RAWR!!!" And with that, he sank his fangs into the unsuspecting cross-dresser. However, much to John's surprise, Erik disappeared the moment he grabbed him. It was as if he vanished into thin air. Which come to think of it, he actually did.
Ohwell, thought John Smith, as if spread open his bat wings and flew high, high up into the dazzling evening sky, a sea of blue dotted with many shimmering twinkling stars.
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