The Fearless Vampire Slayer
Arik crept up upon Koryn, an ageless vampiric temptress. Her nude form, motionless within the coffin, was too easy a target. He prepared to deliver his stake into her undead flesh.
At the pivotal moment—surprise!—she sprang to life, grappling with Arik, deflecting hammer and stake.
“Have at you, fiend!” he cried. Koryn’s legs entwined around his waist, then her breasts heaved with laughter. “What?!” he demanded.
“Have at you?”
His false teeth fell out, revealing fangs.
“So much for the psychodrama,” Koryn said. “This coffin’s uncomfortable anyway.” Then she led her lover of eight hundred years to the bed.
