Just in case nobody knows, PBJT stands for Peanut Butter Jelly Time. Honestly. It's older than dirt. You should've known this by now.

     'And then he just disappeared,' John was saying. 'Poof. Just like that.' He looked towards Twinkle, still staring intently at him, that familiar glint in her eyes that tells him that she's absorbing every little thing he was saying, etching his words into her vast memory. 'So? What do you think?'
     The multicoloured fowl watched him with glittering eyes. Then, after a long consideration, she uttered a single cheep.
     John smiled. He patted her lightly on her head, and said, 'That's what I thought.'

     John had known Twinkle for just as long as he had been a vampire. His sire, the Ancient Arlios, had presented her to him the day after he awoke. She was just a little chick then, her now-colourful plumage had yet to grow in, but to John she was—and still is—the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
     'Treat her well,' Arlios had said, 'For she will bring you aid in the times when I am no longer able to do so.' Soon after, he went out into the sunrise, and yelled a loud, guttural cry, for he was burning up. Flames erupted from his body, incinerating his every being, and yet his clothes and jewellery remained untouched.
     John was unable to retrieve his last memories of his sire until nightfall. By then, those precious belongings had vanished, perhaps picked up by a travelling gypsy coven. Though incredibly saddened, John was also mystified as to how he had lain undiscovered.
     Then Twinkle gave a hearty chirp. John did not know how, but he knew that this tiny, lavender-tinted chick had saved him. Hidden him with an unknown spell.
     John would later spend three whole months hunting down and gorging on the blood of that gypsy coven which had taken the remnants of master away.

     'Well, I didn't get to feed tonight,' John muttered, after a while. 'Good thing I ate yesterday.'
     Suddenly, his ears picked up a scratching nose. Someone was clawing away at the entrance. John stood his ground, knowing full well that he had no way of escaping, anyhow.
     There was a muffled sound from behind the huge rock. A female. Something about blasting away the rock. Then another voice joined in, this time somewhat deeper, which John recognised as a young male. They were arguing, by the tone of their voices. Then there was a very, very soft sigh.
     The blast shook the small cavern, and for a moment John thought that it was going to cave in, but it held despite the massive amounts of crumbling. Twinkle did not move, as though she knew what would happen.
     Then slowly, very slowly, a hand found its way onto the cavern's floor, followed by a mop of dirty blonde hair. A face popped up, and looked around for a few seconds. The mouth opened into a Cheshire grin as the boy locked eyes with John.
     The vampire gasped. Had Twinkle's magic not worked? He wanted to look at his faithful pet, to determine the cause. But try as he might, his eyes would not move away, for the boy had stolen his gaze. The boy opened his mouth to speak.
     'Aha! I knew it!'

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