Interview with the Vampire
Posted October 14, 2009
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 –
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 –
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 –