Jack was tiptoeing through a hallway so gloomy it looked like darkness had signed a lease there, when he bumped straight into someone.
The someone yelped, dropped a flashlight, and screamed, “DO NOT SNEAK UP ON ME IN THE DARK!”
Jack blinked. “You’re a vampire,” he said. “Aren’t you supposed to like the dark?”
The girl gasped dramatically and clutched her flashlight to her chest. “Excuse you! I appreciate the dark. I just don’t live in it.”
Her outfit was… confusing. Bright purple boots, neon-green gloves, and a sparkly pink cape that looked stolen from a fashion-forward flamingo. Her hair was tied up in a huge bow. Compared to the other shadowy vampires, she looked like a walking highlighter.
Jack stared. “Why are you glowing?”
“It’s called style,” she said, flicking her flashlight beam like a spotlight. “Black is so last century. I’m setting trends. Now—why are you wearing a curtain?”
Jack coughed. “It’s… vintage.”
“It’s wrinkled,” she said. “And smells like lemon air-freshener.”
He tugged his cape closer. “That’s… part of my mystique.”
The vampire girl sniffed. “Sure. I’m Mira, by the way. You’re new. And you smell like… ketchup?”
Jack froze. “It’s uh… special vampire cologne.”
“Oh, same!” Mira said cheerfully. “I’m allergic to blood. Gives me hives. So I drink ketchup instead.” She grinned, showing off slightly crooked fangs. “Less drama, more flavor.”
Jack blinked. “You drink ketchup.”
“Don’t judge me! Some of us have dietary restrictions.” She pointed down the hallway. “Anyway, the meeting’s about to start. Every vampire in Darkvale has to attend.”
“Meeting?” Jack asked. “Like… a staff meeting?”
“Exactly,” she said. “Only with more hissing and fewer snacks.”
She began walking—well, strutting—down the corridor, flashlight in hand, cape fluttering behind her.
Jack jogged after her. “Wait! You’re not like the other vampires, are you?”
But Mira was already weaving dramatically between dusty coffins. “Of course not! I’m original!”
She twirled—and almost fell into one of the open coffins.
Jack reached out to warn her but caught his foot on the lid of another coffin.
He flailed, yelled, “I’M FINE!”—and immediately wasn’t.
He tumbled headfirst into a coffin, landing with a thud and a poof of ancient dust. The lid slammed shut above him.
“Jack?” Mira’s muffled voice called. “Did you just… die?”
“Not yet!” he shouted. “Give me a minute!”
There was a pause. Then Mira said brightly, “Good! Because you’ll miss the meeting!”
Jack groaned from inside the coffin. “Why do all my plans end with me almost buried alive?”
🌀 What Just Happened?
- Jack met a vampire who was scared of the dark and carried a flashlight.
- Her name was Mira, and her fashion choices glowed aggressively.
- She drank ketchup instead of blood and judged Jack’s curtain cape.
- Jack followed her to a vampire meeting he did not want to attend.
- Jack fell into a coffin and almost died. (He did not. Probably.)
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