Vampires Strike Back

" well put up a good fight when i try to get your blood. because if you dont i am most likely gonna kill you... "michael said.

Crayola smiled, placing on her glasses. "Alright, you can count on that!" For a moment, a spark could be seen in her eyes but it quickly vanished as she started in on her food again. After a gulp, she spoke. "So, considering I'm not going to kill you, if you go bloodlust crazy, will a conk to the head do you in or will I have to be creative...?

"to tell you the truth i have no idea" michael said.

"No idea...hmm," she glanced to the side then emptied the contents of her plate into a plastic container. She placed the dish away inside the washer.

"Well, Michael, hopefully it won't come down to us finding out what happens when you drift into your crazy mood," She placed the food into the fridge. "Cause..." she looked back to him smiling, raising her glasses onto her face once more as a full on spark appeared in her eyes. "I'm not as innocent as I seem..."

Michael stared at crayola and then smirked and then walked into the living room.

Crayola bit her lip, failing miserably at hiding the smile that had crossed her face. She watched as he walked away and said nothing as she let out her hair, turning on the radio in the kitchen and starting to dance, amused by the whole scenario.

As michael was sitting in the living room an watching the tv

"Hey crayola could you turn it down in their" michael said.

Crayola made a face, starting to turn it up, but decided to be nice. "For once..." she turned it low, switching back to her walkman as she walked out to the living room. She leaned over the sofa over Michael's head. "Whatcha watchin?"

"well i am trying to watch something but their is nothing on" michael said.

"Wanna head to the arcade or some place like that? Heard there was one around here and it's better than just lounging around," Crayola poked him lightly in the side, innocently placing her hands behind her head. "Besides, you just might remember that missing part of your life? Whaddayasay?"

"ok sure lets go to the arcade" michael said.

Crayola clapped her hands, jumping up and down. "Yeah!" She calmed down, smiling guiltily to Michael. "You'll have to excuse that. Me thinks I'm still a child at heart, despite my appearance saying otherwise," She ran upstairs, changing into a pair of black jeans and a small white shirt. She threw on a denim jacket then slid down the banister, jumping into her heels at the entrance of the door. "Well, whatcha waitin for? Let's go!"

"ok" michael said walking outside.

"so are we taking my motorcycle"

Crayola brightened up, opening the door for Michael. "You have one of those?" She turned an innocent gaze to the ceiling. "Cool, my ex use to have one of those as well...but he hated when I rode with his friends, said something about my persona changing and me getting a bit too touchy feely," She looked back to Michael, watching his expression but before he could say anything she laughed lightly. "I'm jokin by the way! Really now...but anyways, enough with that, after you."

"whatever" michael said and walked out the door and got on his motorcycle and turned it on.

Crayola got on after him, her walkman still on her ears as they started to head off. 'Some games along with work...what a day...' she thought absentmindedly.

After 10 minutes the arrived to the arcade.

"ok go play your arcade ok." michael said to crayola.

Crayola made a face after his comment, stepping off from the motorcycle. She bowed slightly, her tone filled with sarcasm. "Yes father," She scoffed, heading to the doors but stopped, turning back to Michael. "You coming in or wandering around town cause if you're doin the latter, you can pick me up within the hour."

"i am bored anywayz.. so a little fun wont hurt" michael said walking into the arcade.

Crayola smiled stepping ito the place. "Cool. So what do you have in mind? Racing, shooting, anything will do..."