She drove at a breakneck speed. Her sister sat in the backseat, reclined against him, eyes rolled up in awe. She turned the corner on two wheels, the screech of the tires raising demons from hell.
Halloween, an old car, her doting sister Cinderella, as stupid a princess as ever, wrapped up in the arms of a 57 year old vampire wannabe.
"HE'S 57!!!" She shouted as the car righted itself. "It's true!" her sister cooed.
"I'm sorry. 57!! and still dressed up as a vampire!"
She punched the gas on the straightaway. The green clock said 5am.
"Vampires are sexy," her sister sighed.
"No. They're creepy and suck people's blood and have cold hands."
"All the better for me to warm them."
She puked. Right on the steering wheel. Intellectual vomit thankfully. No time to clean up that mess. There was the beach, she almost had them.
Her delusion had taken hold, back at the party, right about the time the Godzilla had asked her to dance.
The sun broke the horizon, as she sped on to the beach, slamming to a stop in the sand. She had them-- the sun hit his face and her sister s