Lord Scrofula tossed his hot topic cape about his shoulder with conviction and fluffed his shirt with intent as he stalked forward to claim the dark beauty that would be his. He searched the entire park by day...he could not find her. His pushed his way through the waves or drooling sticky children all afternoon, and still not a trace of his beloved Snow White. He was glad the cruel disc of light was setting as he had so basted himself with sunscreen that he was greasy and cakey...and had various food items suck to him thanks to the passing children. Scrofula squeegeed off the remaining lotion with a Mickeyhead corndog, which he also ate. Resting Vlad, his sunscreen cozy, in his hip holster, he watched the sun set.
"Ah...the evening advances. Now my vampiric vision will attune itself and I will find my love." He adjusted his sunglasses and crept past the rides lit by pink and green neon. He sought her, behind the skeeball rooms, in the shadows of the funhouses, in Pocahontas's forest, but she was nowhere...and yet she was everywhere. he could smell her, taste her, feel her by his side. Scrofula told himself not to despair, for he had read Anne Rice's novels and as Louie would search for Armand, so would he for his black princess. He adjusted a waggly fang by cementing it in place with some red taffy, and strode onward.
He stopped to rest in a darkened alley in between the restrooms and the show stage where Mickey was parading around like a shirtless heathen singing about friends, and love, and merchandising. Scrofula lifted his eyes to the stars and called out to her, silently as vampires do..willing her to appear. Within a few seconds, a shadow flicked across the alley. Scrofula caught sight of it before it disappeared. He turned back to see Snow White staring him dead in the face. "My love! I have found you in this darkness! I knew you would come if I sought you with my blackest of hearts!" He began kissing her wrist fervently. " I have come to rescue you from the clutches of those geriatric miners who chain you in the bondage of a sunshiny cottage, to waste away as a short order cook and a washer of tiny boxer briefs. Come away with me into the darkness where you belong. Let your coffin be my coffin, let my blood be your blood."
Snow White said nothing, but smiled widely, her blue eyes glinting, her white fangs gleaming. Before Scrofula knew what was happening she had bitten deeply into his neck, sucking like a hoover on overdrive. He could do little more than make pathetic whimpering noises. When she drew away, he gasped, staring at her as she broke the sunglasses off his face and sliced her own wrist, letting the blood flow freely and offering it to him. "You...you are...(gulp) indeed a child of darkness...but....I...I...uh...shouldn't you be giving me the choice that you never had?" Snow White grinned wide and red mouthed, pressing her wrist to his lips. Scrofula swooned under Snow White's supernatural powers and drank as if he had no control.
When she finally threw him aside, he tumbled to the ground, panting, then he grew still. His face turned white like marble, his features became smooth and pale, his hair radiant and glossy. He sat up, his pale vampire eyes soaking in the beauty of the night. he felt his teeth...they didn't wobble. His nails were two inches long. He was a true product of darkness! " My eternal love...how can I ever thank you for bestowing this precious gift upon me? I am grateful forever. Come away with me, and we shall haunt the night together." Snow White smiled sweetly, and kissed him, but then she extended her hand into the shadows to small figure with a pointed hat. The possessed Dopey stepped into the light, his eyes burning red.
"But...no! He is small and wears clunky shoes! How could he ever please you as I could? " Snow White gave him a long last look and linked hands with Dopey, who made and awful burping noise which was followed by the odd stench of burning poodle. Together they disappeared into the shadows. "Wait...my alabaster goddess! Don't leave me alone here!! Who will teach me and guide me with my newfound gift? Is your heat so cold!!!! WAAAAAAAA!!!!" Scrofula sobbed blood tears miserably. He then turned to go back home.
On his way back, he spotted Hellmuncher with mouseears strapped to his bald head on the tilt-a-whirl holding a stuffed pink...something. " Yay! WOOOOOHOOOO! Yippeeee!!!!! Hey Scrofula! come join me! We can go get some elephant ears after this!" Scrofula took one look at this display of rampant disney merchandising and rolled his eyes mournfully, stalking back to his shelter. Amaranthia glared at him as he dug a shallow trench of dirt, covered himself and went to sleep.