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the heads of the crowed, in
brilliantly lit letters, was Nightfall . Below the letters was a
perfectly rendered portrait of what looked like two lovers in
thrall. Only…only…the male was…
    Vampire.
    This could not be. When I was put to earth,
I was the only one of my kind. Now, now I must contend with an
overly coiffed, made up, fop laying claim to fangs.
    “Go Team Tyler!”
    Another young girl spouted the same
nonsense. I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to me.
    “Who is this Tyler?” My spell took hold
immediately.
    “V-Vampire. In the movie.” Her voice was
distant, powerless as she pointed toward the portrait in the
spotlight.
    “Take me to Tyler immediately.”
    I released my grip on the girl. She turned
toward the building, and began to walk. As I followed, the other
scraplings yelled in some misbegotten anger.
    “Fucking cutter!”
    “Where do you think you’re going jerk
face?”
    “Look at the loser in the cape.”
    Careful children, lest I lose my temper.
    “Tickets please.” The man behind the glass
demanded.
    My stare needed no voice to back up the
spell. The young man silently waved us on, into the building and
insisted we “Enjoy the movie”.
    Once inside, the smells and the sounds were
caustic. The voices were too young, too shrill. Young ladies, who
should have had more self-respect than to parade themselves around
in such little attire, bounced about as if they were nothing more
than piglets on their way to the meat house. There were select few
in the crowd paying homage to the vampire in overly done make up
and false fangs. Had I not been intent on finding this ‘Tyler’ I
would have paused to rip the teeth from the masqueraders and
introduce them to the truth.
    My young ward opened a set of doors and
beckoned me inside. The room was dark so my heightened sense of
sight kicked in to reveal a massive crowd of humans awaiting their
fate. This ‘Tyler’ must wield significant power to have enthralled
so many at once. My lady offered me a seat. I was to sit among the
cattle and wait for this vampire? Blasphemy.
    I stood. I waited.
    “Look at that guy Marissa. What a douche.
Who does he think he is?” The whisper was easily heard.
    When I turned toward the sound, two of the
frailer girls, clad in what looked like nothing more than their
undergarments, pointed in my direction and laughed. Had I not been
so eager to meet this unknown vampire, I would have gladly
dismembered the youngsters and sucked the blood from their limbs.
Youth is so delicious when innocent. Although, looking at the
crowd, I had to wonder how much innocence was actually intact.
    Before another thought could grace my mind,
one wall of the room lit up like the sun and the most incredible,
brilliant, moving and speaking images appeared. This was powerful
magic. Could it be possible a vampire more powerful than myself was
alive? It had never been, nor had I thought it to ever be.
    “Tyler , I love you!” One of the girls
shouted above the din of the overly-loud music.
    “Team Lindle!” A young male voice rose above
the crowd.
    “Fag!” was the reply. Gales of laughter
followed.
    On the lit wall, the face of the man in the
portrait appeared. Tears of blood streamed down his cheeks as he
spoke.
    I love you Elizabeth. I can’t live without you.
    The larger than life vampire began to
shimmer, sparkle. Members of the audience started screaming and
weeping.
    Take me Tyler. Make me one of you.
    A doe-eyed girl with pouty lips and the
curves of a young male servant spoke, her eyes overflowing with
sadness.
    Elizabeth, you know I can’t. I have never fed on a
human and I won’t start now.
    What? Never fed on a human? How could this
be? Before I realized what was happening, my feet had carried me
down to the front of the room, where the faces of the two lovers
were within reach.
    “Hey, Old School McGhoul, down in
front!”
    “Yeah, get your dusty cape out of the
way!”
    The voices rang out from the crowd.