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Vampire Short Story - Vampire Fashion Statement

ACT V

“Welcome back, everyone!” Mark oozed, just as his red lipstick had done. Vincent decided that the man looked painfully stupid.

Mark’s voice lowered to a mysterious tone as he addressed the audience with, “Folks, at this point we have a tie. It’s a dead heat. Can Lana break the tie? Or will we have a er….three way?”

He delivered a naughty laugh, his only reward for his very bad joke as Lana entered on stage.

The world suddenly stopped for Vincent. The pencil he was holding snapped. His eyes were transfixed upon the loveliest creature he’d ever seen. She seemed to float towards him, like a lost apparition.

She was clothed in black velvet, the color setting off her long, dark raven hair and eyes that were as black as cobalt. Her delicate neck was secured in a diamond collar and Vincent suddenly yearned for his lost mortality. One delicate kiss from this exquisite woman would last an eternity.

He didn’t even remember scribbling a number on his card, and vaguely heard Mick’s and Kala’s typical crass comments, delivering a vote of four and five.

Mark woke him from his daze. “Vinny, it’s up to you! If you vote another two, we’ll have a tie across the board! If you vote less than two, we’ll have a Tammy and Georgia face-off! Tell us, Vincent, without further delay, how did you vote?”

Vincent held up his card, knowing that Lana had won the contest. He was in shock as the crowd went wild and Mark announced, “A five? We’ve got a face-off ladies and gentlemen! Oh, I can’t believe it! Join us next week as we conclude this exciting saga! Who will win? Tammy or

Georgia! What an ending!”

As Vincent drove home that evening, he was greatly troubled. He’d written the number one on his card; he knew that without a doubt. What had happened? Had his headache hampered his sane judgment? He felt like a total idiot – a confused one at that.

He was gripped with anger, with an uncertainly of his own self. Lana had deserved to win. It appeared that he’d been her untimely demise.

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