Beware the Bite || Mally and Lou Lou
Mallmykun groaned, “Where the fuck-” He blinked his eyes open. A bed? He was on a bed? Where was his lovely coffin? He stretched and sat up. Jeans? Really? Jeans? Jeans with no holes in them? No rips? No personality? “Ffffff-” He pulled out his shirt to look at it better, “AC/DC… acceptable. Barely.” He drawled in a thick British slur. Even so, he tossed the shirt away and hopped off of the bed to dig in the closet.
"Hmmmm… no, mayb- oh! Oh YESSSS." He pulled out a pair of dark brown leather pants, "Come to daddy!" He cooed as he quickly tossed away the jeans and tried on the leather duds. They fit like a glove. "Ohhh, that’s better." A grin split his face, overly sharp and pointed canines flashing. Speaking of… he was hungry. How long had it even been since he’d had a proper meal? His nostrils flared slightly. A faint odor permeating from the hall. “Hah!” He strode to the door and slammed it open.
Lou Lou shrieked when the door suddenly opened, and in a reflex she threw a handful of glitter in the vampires face, “you scared me!” she she cried indignantly.
Mally coughed and sputtered, spitting glitter, and snorting it out of his nose. He tried wiping it off, but experience with strippers told him that it wasn't going anywhere. He snarled at her, fangs showing, "I? Scared you?" He growled, "Well I'd say that's the bleedin' point luv, but now I look like a fuckin' little girl's cuddly toy!" He strode forward and reached to grab her hair with the intention of pulling her head back. "Fuckin' sparklebugs!"
