Billy Jean could zip around way faster on that skateboard than on her two feet.

  In a jiffy, she showed up at the meet-up spot.

  Her gal pals were still hanging around, waiting for her.

  That’s one perk of being a vampire.

  Their noggins work slow.

  If they were humans, they’d have split ages ago.

  I mean, who’d wait that long for a latecomer?

  “Roar… Sorry, ladies, I’m running behind."

  Billy Jean scooped up the skateboard and tucked it under her arm.

  “Roar… Billy Jean, didn’t I tell you to doll up? You look like a frump!"

  A female vampire piped up.

  She had on a slinky purple lace cami dress, a mustard-yellow scarf wrapped around her neck, pink Peppa Pig PJs on her bottom half, and fuzzy cotton slippers on her feet.

  “Roar… That’s right, Billy Jean. Dressed like that, how’re you gonna snag a guy later?"

  Another female vampire in a bright red double raincoat chimed in.

  She even flipped the back of the raincoat with a flourish, like she was some kind of runway model.

  “Roar… Why don’t you go spruce up, Billy Jean? We’ll wait here."

  A third female vampire, sporting a military overcoat up top, ripped fishnet stockings down low, and giant men’s pointy-toe leather shoes, added her two cents.

  Billy Jean’s fashion sense took a serious beating.

  She glanced down at her outfit.

  A full set of sleek Chanel casual sportswear, Gucci white kicks on her feet, and an LV champagne bag slung crossways.

  She tilted her dull noggin.

  Was she really that out of touch?

  Seemed like next time she had to keep up with the vampire world’s latest crazes so she wouldn’t be a laughingstock.

  “Roar… Forget it for today. Next time, I’ll be as trendy as you gals."

  The three female vampires nodded, looking relieved.

  “Roar… Let’s roll then."

  Billy Jean tagged along with her girl gang to a bar.

  It was her first time there.

  To her shock, the joint still had juice.

  The second she walked in, the music was ear-splitting, and the disco lights were blinding.

  The bar looked like it was still open for business.

  If it weren’t for all the vampires milling around, she’d have sworn she’d time-traveled back to pre-apocalypse days.

  vampires don’t see so hot, but their ears work overtime.

  The tiniest peep, and the surrounding vampires come running.

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  So in this bar, vampires were packed in like sardines.

  The ones grooving to the music were all bobbing their heads and flailing their arms.

  It really did look like a wild club scene.

  Kinda cool, in a freaky way.

  Billy Jean tailed her girlfriends, squeezing through the vampire mob, and landed in front of a few male vampires.

  These must be the hunky vampire dudes from the east side of town her girl gang had gabbed about.

  Sure enough, the vampire world’s style was mind-blowing.

  One was rocking a grandpa shirt with a flowery Northeastern-style padded jacket and had a swanky snakeskin bag slung over his shoulder.

  There was also a beefcake who looked normal from the waist up, in a suit and tie, but from the waist down?

  Miniskirt and red stilettos.

  The other few had their own wacky looks, turning heads for all the wrong reasons…

  Well, in a super-strange way.

  The male vampires gave Billy Jean the once-over, and their sneers were impossible to miss.

  Billy Jean: …

  “Roar… Where’d you guys dig up this frumpy chick?"

  The miniskirted hunk snorted.

  “Roar… My sis skipped lunch and rushed over without primping. Don’t sweat it."

  Sister Raincoat jumped in.

  “Roar… So she’s hungry! I got grub. Let me dig it out."

  Brother Snakeskin Bag plunged his head into his bag and started rummaging.

  “Roar… Here you go. Smells like heaven. I’m almost drooling myself."

  The smell of meat lured in the surrounding vampires, and they were slobbering and growling up a storm.

  “Roar… So good, so good".”

  “Roar… I’m starving for it. Smells amazing".”

  “Roar… Gimme some too".”

  Only Billy Jean saw the maggot-infested dog’s head shoved in her face and “Ugh” gagged.

  Damn it! After all her caution, she didn’t expect to lose it here.

  The vampires:??

  “Roar… Sorry, my tummy’s been acting up. You guys enjoy it."

  Billy Jean tilted her head and swatted Brother Snakeskin Bag’s hand away, getting that nastiness as far from her as possible.

  “Roar…”

  The girl gang and the handsome guy gang pounced.

  They quickly divvied up the maggoty dog’s head.

  Still not satisfied, they even lapped up Billy Jean’s puke on the floor.

  Billy Jean saw that and “Ugh” again.

  Crap, she regretted coming.

  Wouldn’t it be nice to be snoozing away at the hotel?

  Why’d she come here to torture herself?

  Just then, the bar music cut out.

  Instead, a human voice boomed from the second floor.

  What a powerful whiff of meat!

  The first-floor vampires went nuts, growling non-stop and waving their arms at the second floor.

  Billy Jean was a vampire, and deep down, she had that itch for flesh.

  A growl rumbled in her throat.

  At the same time, she was casing the joint.

  She saw the stairs from the first floor to the second floor were barricaded with a solid iron gate, and the second-floor railing had been beefed up with extra iron bars.

  Clearly, someone had prepped the place to keep the first-floor vampires at bay.

  Her hunch that someone was pulling the strings was spot-on.

  There was definitely a puppet master.

  But what was the endgame? Playing music and herding all the nearby vampires here?

  Just as Billy Jean was puzzling it out, someone stepped onto the second floor.

  A scar-faced dude, trailed by a couple of lackeys.

  Billy Jean did a double-take when she saw Scarface in the lead.

  She didn’t expect him to still be kicking.

  Well, it’s a small world after all.

  Her gaze dropped to Scarface’s crotch.

  Then she looked away with a smirk.

  She was dying to see what he was plotting, gathering all these vampires.

  Scarface, standing on the second floor, eyeballed the vampires below, who were going ape waving their arms and growling.

  He looked at them like they were cattle.

  “Bring the ladies over.”

  At his command, the lackeys hauled over a group of bruised and terrified women.

  The women saw the vampire horde below and turned white as sheets, shaking like leaves.

  One of them bolted forward, dropped to her knees, and clutched Scarface’s thigh, begging,

  “Sir, please let me go. I’ll do anything. I’ll serve you faithfully.”

  Seeing Scarface wasn’t budging, the woman gritted her teeth and actually started undoing his belt in public.

  When it came to survival, dignity went out the window.

  Scarface didn’t stop her.

  But as time ticked by, his face twisted into a nasty grimace, his features contorting, and a glimmer of madness flashed in his eyes.

  The woman gasped.

  He was impotent.

  No wonder he’d snatched these women but never laid a finger on them.

  He always used toys to torment them.

  His methods were sick.

  Now she knew the truth and was so scared she started kowtowing like crazy, begging,

  “I don’t know anything. Please let me go. Please.”

  “All women should die.”

  Scarface snarled like a rabid dog.

  He snatched up the woman and hurled her over the railing.

  Below were the starving vampires.

  “Aah…”

  The woman’s blood-curdling scream split the air.

  She was ripped to shreds by countless vampires in a heartbeat.

  The scene was gorier than a horror movie.

  “Aah…”

  The other women screamed in terror.

  Some puked their guts out, and some keeled over in a dead faint.

  The scene was total chaos.

  “Hahaha…”

  Scarface cackled like a maniac.

  Watching the women get torn apart and devoured by the vampires gave him a sick thrill.

  His eyes lit up with a crazy glimmer.

  “Throw the rest of the women down.”