The peace in the vampire castle lasted exactly seven minutes.
Then the doors of the great hall slammed open, and the vampire who had burned his toe came hobbling inside, wailing like a siren.
“My toe! My beautiful, heroic toe! I was tricked!”
Ben dropped his gaming controller mid-game. “Who dares trick a member of the Fang Council?”
Everyone turned as the smoky-toed vampire pointed dramatically. “A vampire wearing… a curtain!”
Gasps echoed around the room.
Mira groaned quietly. “Oh no.”
Jack froze. His brain started sprinting in circles, looking for an excuse.
The leader narrowed his eyes. “Point him out.”
The injured vampire turned, scanning the crowd slowly like a bat-shaped security camera.
Jack held his breath, ready to faint if necessary.
Finally, the vampire’s finger shot forward—
“Him!”
Everyone turned.
The one being pointed at was… Todd.
Todd blinked, halfway out of a coffin, looking extremely confused. “Wait, what? I didn’t do anything! I’ve been stuck in my wardrobe for three days!”
Mira frowned. “Why were you stuck in a wardrobe?”
Todd sighed dramatically. “I was playing video games in there. You know, privacy. I may have accidentally locked myself in.”
Jack burst out laughing. “You lived in a closet?”
“It was cozy!” Todd shouted, offended.
Ben stomped forward, his cape swirling like an angry curtain. “Enough! Sunlight for the foolish!”
Todd’s eyes widened. “Wait, what—”
Before he could finish, the leader yanked open the castle doors and tossed Todd outside.
A moment later came a faint “AAAAAAH!” and the smell of toasted socks.
The leader turned back to the group, dusting off his hands. “Let this be a lesson: roasting vampires is forbidden.”
Everyone nodded silently—except for one vampire named Beak, who raised a bony finger.
“Um… but Todd wasn’t wearing a curtain. That guy was.”
All eyes turned to Jack.
Jack blinked, trying to smile. “What? Oh, this? It’s… avant-garde vampire fashion. Limited edition. From the… um… Transylvanian Curtain Collection.”
Beak squinted. “You look human.”
Jack gasped dramatically. “How dare you! I’m just a vampire with bad taste in clothing!”
Mira groaned and muttered, “Finally, something we agree on.”
The leader rubbed his temples. “I am not in the mood for this.” He snatched his gaming controller back from the injured vampire, sighed, and stalked toward his room.
“If anyone needs me,” he said, “I’ll be doing important business—also known as level fifteen.”
The hall went quiet.
Beak leaned closer to Jack. “You’re hiding something, curtain boy.”
Jack forced a laugh. “Hiding? Me? Absolutely not. Just… uh… my tragic sense of style.”
Mira facepalmed again. “You’re going to get yourself un-alived before lunch.”
Jack grinned nervously. “At least I’ll die fabulously.”
🌀 What Just Happened?
- The burned-toe vampire accused a curtain-wearing menace.
- Todd was blamed instead and revealed that he lived in a wardrobe by choice.
- Todd was immediately thrown into the sunlight. (Toasted socks.)
- Beak accused Jack, but Jack blamed vampire fashion instead.
- Ben rage-quit the argument to play video games.
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