Zombie Cheerleader

The vampire pressed his lips hard on their victim’s neck, then wiped his mouth and made a gesture so the girl could hve her fun. He patted the victim’s shoulder and chuckled. “My condolences.”

The vampire considered his answer. “You can  make them one of you. There aren’t many of your kind around, so that’ll be fun.”

Maverick clicked his tongue a little disappointed, “Ah that’s too bad,” he said taking a step away to give them both some space, “Alright fair enough. Well, I hope you do find yourself some fun tonight. Maybe lay off the brains a bit. Kind of a turn off.”

He grinned. “That’s right. It does taste better.” He dipped his head on the person’s neck and pressed his fangs on the soft spot of the neck.

“I’m not ashamed to admit it,” he laughed, “That is completely what I want.”

He hummed a bit, “It’s a little hard without my plane,” he chuckled, “But maybe I could take a shot at making you feel like we’re up in the clouds,” he chuckled in a naughty voice, wiggling his eyebrows a bit in suggestion.

“Well, there’s sexy people - that’s a beautiful thing I enjoy,” he chuckled, “Also cutting through clouds at Mach 2 is beautiful, early sunrises, the list goes on,” he chuckled softly.

He chuckled. “I won’t argue there. But let’s say we both like different things.” While she got attention, he went at his back and put his arm around their victim’s neck. “Try not to fight it. It’ll be more painful for you.”

The butterfly was more than surprised by what the zombie cheerleader had said, and suddenly wished they could reveal themselves, just to find out who this wonderful person was. Their blush deepened with the sweet kiss and gave hers a squeeze of appreciation. They didn’t say anything in response, not having the proper words to say, but felt better as they walked away. “Me too. I’ve only heard others talking,” they said with a smile, feeling bold as they interlocked their fingers with hers, almost skipping as they tried to feel better and lose their previous embarrassment. “Tell me,” they asked playfully, “What’s it like to be a Zombie?”

They felt more than silly in that moment, blushing deeply and wishing they hadn’t come to the food section now. The butterfly’s eyes grew wide as they saw her shift, just enough to feel real for a moment. “Do you ever wish you were something you weren’t?” they asked suddenly, their voice soft as they spoke to the other, “That’s sort of why I chose this costume idea. I wanted to be strong, powerful, and brave. I suppose those are all just words until I find a way to be them.” They cleared their throat and took a slow breath to ease the anxiety they felt. “Okay, let’s get away from here and do something fun,” they decided, trying their best to sound strong and lose their moment of weakness. They were still blushing, could feel the warmth still present on their cheeks, but they still reached out for the cheerleader and smiled at her. “I heard the Escape Room was fun.”

The butterfly wished they could fit into all the personas they wanted, but felt a little out of place with how good the other was fitting into her costume. A smile formed on their face when they ate the “intestines” but the butterfly couldn’t try any. “No, no,” they shook their head, “Just water for me. I don’t want anything to mess with my wings?” They wanted to have the perfect response, but couldn’t find a reasonable excuse as to why they weren’t eating the fake innards.

“I am. Human, Ace Pilot, lover of all things gorgeous,” he smirked again. He wasn’t sure where to go with that, so decided to put his empty cup down after she swallowed more jello. “You can really suck it down there, can’t you?” he smirked.

Maverick gave the zombie a shrug at her opinion but shoveled another spoonful of ‘blood’ into his mouth. “Seems we have a difference of opinion here, zombie girl,” he chuckled. “Because I think the idea that you only eat brains is super gross.”

The starfish was on the prowl. Not on the prowl for what a lot of his fellow party goers were searching for. No…. no he wasn’t looking for some desperate hook-up in a dark corner. But he was just as determined. Of course first a little detour to the snack. He was hungry too. There were these little slider cheeseburgers that he was pretty sure were laced with crack. Gooey, cheesy crack. Getting one of these things to his mouth was not easy, but once he did he couldn’t help the orgasmic moan of pleasure that escaped. 

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Zom rolled her eyes obviously at the joke, and she feigned indignance when she saw what the pilot chose to eat instead. “You’re going with blood?!” she asked. “Brains at least have some heft to them. Blood on its own is just… ew.”

“Are you really going to judge what I’m eating?” he chuckled lightly, “So is it just solely brains, or does your diet consist of anything else?”