I was always a lover of Vampire stories since I read Dracula by Bram Stoker. Here is a reblog of one I wrote in 2017 around Halloween.
“Morticia I’m home.”
“And how was your night out with the boys on halloween.”
“Oh it was great. First of all we talked about the good old days down at the graveyard. Of course we all paid a visit to our first victims, reminiscing about how it was when we were still apprentices. The days before the blood banks.”
“Oh yes, Dracky, they were the days. I met up with the girls and look what we found.”
“A dead pumpkin?”
“Looks like it, poor thing. It was laying in a corner leaning on the graveyard wall.”
“What am I supposed to do with it. Pumpkin is not part of my diet, it doesn’t even have a blood group.”
“Dracky you are so boring sometimes. Not everything has to have a blood group. Give it a bite, perhaps it might start breathing again.”
“You must be kidding. Never resuscitate a dead pumpkin, especially at halloween. You don’t know what it died from.”
“What’s the problem Dracky. You are undead, so you won’t die from biting a pumpkin. You could perhaps carve a nice face into the pumpkin with your teeth.”
“Well make up you minds will you, I am freezing and slowly going soft at the edges. The fairy vampire mother said that a bite from a vampire would bring me back to life again.”
“Who said that?”
“Dracky I think it was the pumpkin.”
“But Pumpkins don’t talk.”
“Of course we talk when we are bewitched. So do something about it.”
“Morticia put that smelly pumpkin into the garbage.”
“But Dracky you are hurting its feelings and it has started to cry.”
“Pumpkins don’t have feelings, they are dead.”
“I am not dead yet. The fairy vampire mother said I have a chance to become undead from a vampire bite. That means I could sit on your table all year. I would grow warts and might even produce a few vampire teeth. You would be the envy of all your undead friends.”
“The pumpkin is right Dracky. We would be the only vampire family with their own pet pumpkin.”
“Yes, great Morticia. Other vampires have pet wolves, and I have to take a pet pumpkin for walks?”
“It’s original.”
“Bite it yourself.”
“Won’t work Dracky, You bit me once and that was forever. You have to do an original bite.”
“But it’s full of slugs and other creepy crawlies. There might even be a spider inside. You know how they scare me. It would freeze the blood in my veins if I had any to freeze.”
“Dracky don’t be so miserable.”
“OK, perhaps just a small bite.”
“Since when can you do small bites.”
“OK, just for you Morticia.”
“Oh thankyou, thankyou, I have been returned to life.”
“Satisfied Morticia, we now have a pumpkin that has turned into a giant spider.”
“Come out of the cupboard Dracky, it is a harmless spider.”
My kind of vampires. Good old Mortie and Drack. When they are out west, do they hang out on Boot Hill?
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Not so much, they don’t like to go to places with too many tourists and the leather is a bit hard to chew.
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Great story. You should write more flash fiction. Very entertaining.
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I used to write a lot of flash fiction, even had a book once self published, but now I have got a little lazy in my golden oldie years.
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You’re allowed. 😉
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post it again for next Halloween. We will all have forgotten this lovely bloodthirsty story by then 😉
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I was inspired by the pumpkin someone threw away in the photo. Perhaps I might have a new idea for next Halloween 👻
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