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Vampire Short Story - Vampire Fashion Statement

ACT III

After Tammy’s strutting was completed, Mark turned to the judges for their comments. In previous shows, there had been two offerings by the contestants, but tonight, only one. Tammy’s career was riding on one azure gown and an expensive-looking smile.

“Okay, judges, mark your vote!” he instructed, the crowd as still as death as they awaited in the wings. Vincent decided that he liked them this way. Mark continued, “Jot down your honest opinion – one being the highest score and five, the lowest.” He had brought down his voice for the word lowest, some of the younger ladies screaming with delight from the crowd.

“Ready?” he asked for confirmation, though it really wasn’t necessary. He could plainly see that all three judges had penciled in their vote.

“Beautiful Kala, let’s start with you, darling,” Mark decided, as judges were randomly chosen with no specific pecking order. It was Mark’s one-minute thrill of control.

Kala’s voice was deep, sexual, and laced with an erotic Hispanic accent. “Darling,” she began, addressing Tammy who seemed almost dead, for Vincent couldn’t detect her breathing. Kala continued, “I gave you a four – not quite your usual quality. Did you really think that the one-inch right-to-left difference would escape my professional eye? What happened, darling? Did your scissors slip?”

Kala received several sneers from the audience for her cruel raking of Tammy, whose bottom lip was doing a quiver thing.

Mark seized the moment, then tossed control to Vincent. “Vinny, baby! By the way, welcome to the show and thanks for standing in for Stevie at the last possible minute!”

The crowd clapped loudly, Vincent delivering a gracious nod and a wave of his hand.

Mark asked, “And your vote?”

Vincent faced Kala and drawled deeply, “What a witch. You’re claws are showing, darling,” he added, purposely mocking her accent when he’d uttered the word, darling. Then, “Two!” he yelled out, tossing Tammy a tight smile.

The crowd went wild, obviously pleased with his vote. Tammy’s lip seemed to stabilize and she mouthed a sincere, ‘Thank you.’

Vincent pursed his lips at her, tossing her a feather-light kiss, and again the crowd soared with approval.

“Mickey! What’s your verdict, baby?” Mark yelled out, the audience settling into silence.

“Girlfriend, you botched up that gown pretty bad there,” he began, Kala nodding in agreement. “Five is as high as this dude goes,” he announced, delivering a snort in the process.

“Mick, want to pass the javelin down here?” Vincent toyed, the crowd loving it. “We wouldn’t want you to stab yourself with it. Again.”

When the clapping subsided, Mark asked Vincent, “Any last words for Tammy before we bring on the other contestants?”

“Tammy, what is your opinion of Kala’s recent roll out of the Portal?” he asked her, his lips quirking with amusement as Kala stiffened beside him.

The Portal was her latest creation and a total flop. There was a hole cut out in the naval area that didn’t quite match the wearer’s own. It had been the laughing stock of the fashion industry for about six weeks now.

Tammy smiled, gazing directly at Kala as she offered, “Well, I think it’s a bit holier than thou.”

“And we’ll be right back after another important word from our sponsors!” Mark bayed and the music panned in as they went into yet another sting of commercials.

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