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Interview with the
Vampire
Posted October 14, 2009
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Winslow: Um… hey there, Ms. Draculina. Someone said you
wanted to see me?
Draculina: Why, yes, dear Winslow, that is correct. Enter, enter, and do sit here
beside me. I would like a little chat with you, a tête-a-tête, as it were –
Winslow: O-kayyy…
Draculina: I trust you’ve had a pleasant time, besides that hugging trees business?
Perhaps experienced some congenial human
company? –
Winslow: Oh, er, sure, Ms. Draculina
– everyone’s been real friendly. Can’t complain. I
wouldn’t mind comin’ back – if I’m invited. I might
even think about going to college here –
Draculina: Would you – hmmm, yes, education is very important, so I’m told. You would
be most welcome to return, as you seem of an amiable nature, as well as
pleasing visage –
Winslow: Gee, thanks, ma’am – you, too –
Draculina: Flattery is always appreciated, dear boy. However –
Draculina: What is meant by that design
on your shirt front, pray tell?
Winslow: Uh-oh… **remembers what he put on that morning** Erm, it’s
just a funny shirt – honest – I didn’t mean it as a comment or anything. You could
say it’s a Freudian slip –
Draculina: Having had a passing acquaintance with Herr Dr. Freud, it puts me in
mind of a full bustle and petticoat, wouldn’t you say, dear Winslow? Hmmm?
Winslow: If you don’t mind, Ms. Draculina, I’m feeling
more like something up a flagpole right now *fidget*
Draculina: And a pretty banner you make, my dear. Perhaps a change of colors is in
order, though – don’t you think?
Winslow: If you mean change my shirt, sure… I can do that *whew*…
Meanwhile, Persephone has a problem of her own…
D’Angelo: Long time, no see, beautiful. How did you know I was missing you?
Persephone: I chose this seat merely to catch my breath, with NO intention of
sharing it. And I also have NO interest in whether you lacked my companionship,
or your opinion of my physiognomy. Now remove yourself to another jurisdiction,
immediately!
D’Angelo: As a matter of fact, my little tamata, I like
your figure-onomy, or whatever you call it, just
fine. Sweet and petite... just the way I like 'em.
Plus that smart little mouth you got on you and –
**WHOOSH**
D’Angelo: Hey! Persephone, why'd ya run away so
fast?
Persephone: *off* Since YOU would not depart, there was
only one other of us that could do so – Yours Truly!
D’Angelo: Oh – so now you’re going all Dear John-letter on me?
Persephone: Most Sincerely! *exit*
D’Angelo: *calling* Babe! You can ALWAYS return to THIS sender, y’know!
Persephone
will be sure to leave No Forwarding Address *snerk*.
Halloween
takes a scary turn, as well it should –
