New York’s Greenwich Village Halloween Parade shouts with excitement. Creativity; style; imagination; no other parade comes close.
A youthful exuberance for life fuels it.
It’s a powder keg of anticipation and excitement, and the parade ignites the fuse.
And afterward the bars and clubs are lit up with the intoxicated masses.
And when you’re partying on the highway of life, eventually you come to the realization that some people will lose their life, some their Soul.
But it wasn’t Halloween yet. And spooky and weird things were already happening.
I should have realized that something was wrong. While I was walking with the woman, I noticed that the full moon was covered by dark ominous clouds. Was it a sign? A Warning?
Out of nowhere… a man and a woman came to my rescue. Good Samaritans.
The man grabbed a hold of one of the drug-dealing vampires and snapped his neck back. It snapped, crackled and popped.
The other vampire started running away but the woman jumped on top of him and started biting him on the back of his neck.
She started tearing one chunk of flesh out after another and spitting it on the ground.
Wow! These good Samaritans were vicious. I almost threw up.
The beautiful woman, who was now a big fat worm like blob, with ugly fingernails, tried to fly away. But the guy jumped 20 feet into the air and grabbed a hold of her and flung her to the ground. He then ripped her wings off and her heart out.
Before she died, she cried out for mercy… but the empathy in that man’s eyes… that light was extinguished long ago.
I passed out.
When I woke up… the guy was standing over me and looking at me. He had blood all over his face.
“I’m Count Vampiro. It’s nice to meet you.”
He sounded weird. It was like his tongue was stuck to his front teeth while he was speaking.
I didn’t want to think about it. And I didn’t want to say it. But it was like he was reading my mind.
The Count looked at me sternly and said, “Say it! Say it! Say it out loud!”
I said, “You’re a vampire!”
“Yes. But I won’t hurt you. Are you afraid of me?”
“No.”
I don’t know why… but I wasn’t afraid. I felt nauseous… but not afraid. He seemed so sincere.
I asked, “Do you have superpowers?”
“What?”
“Can you fly like Superman?”
“No!”
“Can you climb like Spidey?”
“No!”
“Can you climb really big trees?”
“No!”
“Can you dance?”
“No!”
“Can you play the piano?”
“No!”
“Can you play baseball?”
“No!”
“What can you do?”
“I can suck every drop of blood out of you.”
The woman vampire was still sucking the juice… I mean blood from one of the vampires.
She looked up at me… and the blood was drooling down her chin.
When she finished, she walked over to me and Count Vampiro.
“This is Countess Elvira,” said Count Vampiro.
“Why is he still alive?” asked the Countess. “Did you save him for me? I’m stuffed.”
“He has AB Negative blood,” said the Count.
“That used to be my favorite beverage,” said the smiling Countess. “It’s very rare. The last time I drank that was when we were in the Arctic. Do you remember?”
“How could I forget? We ran into that tribe and almost half of the thirty meals had that blood type. What a great buffet.”
“We have to go back,” said the Countess. “It’s so peaceful over there. And I loved playing with the Polar bears and Wolves.”
The Count stared straight ahead. It looked like he was thinking about something.
The Countess burped and a little bit of blood and pieces of flesh drooled out of her mouth. It was disgusting.
The Count said, “I’m going to use him as bait. He’ll lure other vampires to us. They’ll all want his AB Negative blood.”
“What are you talking about?” asked the Countess. “Our plane leaves in two hours for Transylvania.”
“We can go later… after we find the other vampires.”
“No! My brother is expecting me and so is his wife and kids.”
“In that case,” said the Count, “I’ll meet you there.”
She looked mad. I mean really pissed. She looked just like my sister does whenever one of her boyfriend’s disappoints her. But the Countess didn’t say anything. She just walked away while wiping the blood from her mouth and dislodging pieces of flesh from her teeth.
Unlike my sister, she was obviously a dignified and classy woman. A real lady. She didn’t start dropping F-bombs.
I yelled out to her, “Bye!”
She turned around and hissed at me.
The Count yelled, “And when you get there leave those two old witches alone. I still have lice in my hair and boils on my ass.”
The Countess yelled back, “And you better stay away from that bleached blond niece of theirs or I’ll pull her hair out from the roots and shove that broom up her butt.”
I asked, surprised, “They have witches in Transylvania?”
“Yes. And they’re ruining everything. Since they started moving in… the neighborhood has really changed.”
“I can imagine.”
“No! You can’t. Last year, I was walking down a road, moon bathing, and I fell off a cliff. There was no road there. They made it look like a road. They thought it was funny.”
I summoned up all my courage and said, “I’m not going to be your bait. My sister will be worried about me. I have to go home.”
“That’s great,” said the Count. “I would love to meet your sister.”
“What? No! What are you talking about? You must never say that to me… never.”
“Why not?”
“You nitwit… I’ll be protecting her. If there are vampires around, they’ll go after her. They’ll be able to smell her blood type. And AB Negative type blood is the best. Well… a distant second best. Vampire blood is the best. That’s the only kind I drink. It’s a beverage for those of us with discriminating taste. But she’s in danger.”
I didn’t think of that. The blood sucker had a point. But I didn’t know what to do.
I asked him, “Are you related to bed bugs? They suck too. I mean, they suck blood too.”
The story will be continued in Count Vampiro 3
Photo by David Knieradl on Unsplash
Fictional stories by John Saccone 
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