Three Vampire Night
The sun went down. Lenore crawled from her shallow grave, listless and hungry. At the same time, Baron Latos rose from the coffin in his castle crypt, driven from the dreamless sleep of death by a most unholy craving. And, on the other side of town, Daniel got out of bed, went to the kitchen, and mixed himself a smoothie out of pig’s blood and cherry Kool-Aid. (Because drinking blood straight gave him gas). Lenore wore the ragged cerements of the grave, smeared with dirt. She crept along on all fours, hiding in dark alleys and behind hedgerows, skulking and stalking. Baron Latos wore his finest tailored suit and most expensive black cape. He called his inhuman servants to prepare the carriage and horses, as he was going out to mingle with unsuspecting mortals. Daniel …