Idea

Bob, or Pablo, or possibly Chip, the vampire
hot topic kid got bit
by the mummified shrieking remains
of an honest-to-god
vampire nymph
Vampires spend all their time sobbing, shuddering quaking beneath the ground with their teeth falling loose from their skull
Not Bob
Paco
Whatever
He's into it man
Cape and white paste and plastic fangs and the tiny black triangle
It's supposed to be a widow's peak?
But our boy Billy don't know
What Dracula had going on
He just grabs his sharpie and the triangle is there on his vampire forehead where it's supposed to go.
Blah! He swoops down on his first,
The most beautiful girl he's ever seen
He followed her to the bathroom once
And watches her from across the halls
Today he's going to consume her
He Hides
Shadowling
Oh he needs some blood
Or he's fuckin gonna starve man
So he wraps his fingers around her perfect, creamy, white, delicate starlet's throat
And she kicks him, hard, in the vampire nuts
He spends the next week gnawing at his own wrist
but he's getting thinner, weaker
He's got to make his move
But he's just not into jumping out from the bushes and screaming anymore
He's found in the women's mall bathrooms
Sucking the Pungent, Gummy Remains
from the tampons
and maxi pads
found in the waste bins