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Vampire Short Story - Vampire Fashion Statement

ACT IV

Kala took the moment to attack. “Worm! How could you embarrass me on national television!"

Vincent shrugged, taking the green crystal glass of water to his lips, then he enjoyed a lingering sip, knowing that his actions were irritating Kala further still.

“You embarrassed Tammy on national television,” he reminded without looking at her. “Pretty fair-play to me, Kay.”

Kala gritted her teeth, then as the lights hit she barely managed a fake smile as the camera panned in on her. If not for his damaging headache, Vincent would have laughed aloud.

“And here she is, our next contestant, Georgia Mills!” Mark introduced, the area surrounding his lips growing redder by the minute. “She’s a student by day and a dancer by night! Give it all you've got, Georgie!”

Georgia literally danced down the stage in an outrageous outfit that consisted of a piece of peach-colored satin, a red halter-top, and a basket of fruit that she was balancing on her head.

When the crowd settled, Mark turned to Vincent first. “Your vote, please?”

“Georgia, it’s very unique – very original,” Vincent told her and the poor girl was so wide-eyed he considered for a moment that he had accidentally bared his fangs at her. “Two!”

Again, the crowd went absolutely berserk with approval.

“Mickey?” Mark inquired.

“Four,” he eased out tightly. “Obviously, Vincent doesn’t know a basket of fruit from a fashion creation,” he boldly mocked.

“Let me go get my loom,” Vincent tossed back, the audience definitely on his side by the positive reaction.

“Kala?”

Kala peered at the anxious-looking Georgia. “Darling, next time just wear a fig leaf, k? Five, Mark, and only because I can’t vote any er…lower.”

“And we’ll be right back after this quick break!” Mark yelled out as they panned into a commercial break.

Vincent patiently waited, the crowd growing anxious. They wanted a champion, and soon.

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