Vampires Strike Back

"Well, I don't even remember how we met, but Tiffany's the one who saved me from dying. She gave me some of her blood to drink. Michael seems to be in denial. he's trying to see if he can get rid off his thrist." Mikano sat on the barstool and looked into a lit candle watching the flame dance.

"Do you know a Drake?"he asked a little confused.

"Not sure, but Michael may have been on some split personality kick." Mikano said. "So do you go to school?"

"nah," said stan,"im uh 19 graduated so no need to."

"No college?" Mikano asked as she drank a beer her father has stupidly left int the fridge.

"Nope, i want to become a photographer," he smiled, knowing thats what Tiffany wanted to become, he really wanted mikano to talk more about her.

"Oh this?" Glad to change the subject from what might be Michaels' sudden blood lust, she turned to her pot. "Just a makin somethin Italian! Itsa meat sauce then a pasta then it will all be magnifique!" She made a kissing sound with her fingers to her lips, smiling as she went back to her food.

"well count me out... i feel full already." michael said.

"wow, Tiffany is wotking on a way to photograph Vampires. She's gotten them to come out as blurs." Mikano said smiling. "She's so cool."

"really," said Stan,"In what other ways is she so cool."

"Of blood..." finished Crayola under her breath, taking a sip of the sauce. "Me thinks someone fell off the no blood wagon..." Looking to Michael from the side of her glasses, she rose her brow. "Wanna guess who I think it is?"

"just shut up ok... i did not drink blood.... i think" micheal said getting a little annoyed.

"Well, she's just nice, and she totally decked mark. It was funny. I guess I kind of look up to her." Mikano said lushing slightly.

Holding back a curse, Crayola rolled her eyes and instead placed a hand to her hip. "See, if I even hint at the fact that you might have taken a sip, you get all pissed off cause you know it could happen." Her anger flaring up, she threw the wooden spoon into the sink, calming herself down as it clattered against the metal.

"Look, maybe you DID drink blood, and maybe you didn't. Point is, nearly an hour of your life is unaccounted for and you come back 'full' with a speck of blood, I go by what I'm given," She climbed onto the counter, reaching for a plate. "Whatever you wish to believe, whether a false hope or the truth, it's your call."

"well then you better watch out crayola... i cant be trusted then." michael said.

Crayole dropped down to the floor, turning back to Michael with her head tilted. "I never said that I couldn't trust you...besides, if you think getting to me would be that easy," She threw back her head suddenly, starting to laugh.

Stopping as she started to place spaghetti on her plate, she glanced to Michael. "Don't think that way though...I could do with the company and I wouldn't want ya to move out cause..." She waved her fingers for dramatic impact. "You'll bite me in the night...mwahaha...Hahaha...HAHAHAHA!" she laughed, in a mock Dracula tone.

Placing her plate down, she started to pour sauce over her spaghetti. "But seriously..." She sampled the food, spinning it around her fork. "What are you going to do about it?

"well still watch out.... if i try to kill you... kill me." michael said.

The plate nearly fell from her hands at hearing his last words. She choked on a strand of spaghetti, coughing it back onto the plate which she placed onto the stove. Widening her eyes, she straightened her glasses. "Are you serious? Are you honest to God serious?"

"i am serious.." michael said.

Crayola tapped her fingers along the stove. "I see..." She took off her glasses, holding them an arms lenght away as she was in need of a distraction. "So tell me, outta curiousity, what if I refused this little request of yours to get all murderer on your ass if the time called for it?"