Trevor escaped the vehicle and approached me. He looked especially provocative. Obviously, I track down all vampires provocative, even phony ones.
"What are you expected to be?" he inquired. "I'm spruced up as an oddity, would you be able to tell?"
He was attempting to be cool yet was stepping on himself. I was the main young lady that had denied him. The main young lady around he would never have. I had forever been a secret due to the manner in which I dressed and acted, and presently I was remaining before him dressed as his ideal beauty queen.
"So you're visiting Amityville without anyone else?" He gazed up at the Mansion. "You're a devilish chick, aren't you?" He looked down, sending chills through me- - he was lovely in his Dracula cape.
I didn't say anything.
"I bet you've never kissed a vampire," he said, his plastic teeth sparkling in the twilight.
"Indeed, when you see one, let me know," I said, and began to leave.
He got my arm.
"Give it a rest, Trevor!"
He pulled me in nearer. "Indeed, I've never kissed a tennis player," he kidded.
I chuckled, it was a particularly silly line. He kissed me full on the mouth, his plastic teeth disrupting the general flow. What's more I let him. Perhaps I was as yet tipsy from turning on the yard.
He at long last surfaced for oxygen.
"Indeed, presently you have!" I said, pulling endlessly. "I think Farmer Matt is sitting tight for you!"
"I didn't get any sweets!" he said, fingering my pumpkin bushel. He took out a Snickers bar.
"Hello, that is my top pick! Take a peanut-butter bend." He ate up the Snickers with his vampire teeth, which came free and fell on the ground, dribbling with chocolate and caramel. I immediately went after them, yet he got my arm, spilling my candy all over.
"Look what you've done!" I yelled.
He snatched small bunches of treats and stuffed them into his pants. I looked as my excess treats were flung across the grass. The main sweets I could rescue were a few exhausting Smarties and a crushed Mars Bar.
"Still need to be a thing?" he asked, his pockets stuffed full with my night's work as he pulled me close. "Still need to be my better half?"
Out of nowhere he let me go and headed toward the Mansion. "Presently I'll get some genuine sweets."
I snatched his arm this time. Who knew what Trevor could do on the off chance that he arrived at the entryway?
"Miss me as of now?" he asked, surprised that I hadn't fled.
"They're out of sweets."
"All things considered, I'll simply see regarding that!"
"Their lights are off. They fell asleep."
"This'll awaken them." He pulled out a container of splash paint from under his cape. "They most certainly need somebody who knows how to improve!"
He strolled on toward the Mansion. I pursued him.
"No, Trevor. Don't!"
He pushed past me. He planned to vandalize the one thing in this town that was really excellent. "No!" I cried.
He popped the top and shook the can.
I attempted to pull his arm away, however he tossed me down.
"We should see...how about 'Welcome to the neighborhood!'?"
"Don't, Trevor, don't!"
"Or then again 'Vampires love organization!' I'll sign your name."
In addition to the fact that he planned to damage their property, he planned to outline me for it. Yet again he shook the can. Also started to shower the Mansion.
I hurried to my feet and pulled back my tennis racket. I used to play with my dad, and no game was more critical to win than this one. I locked my eyes on the aluminum paint-filled chamber as though it were a ball, and smacked it as hard as possible. The can veered off into the distance, and, similar to my standard game, I lost my hold and the racket went flying after it. Trevor let out a holler so clearly I figured the entire world would hear. I surmise I had hit more than the can.
Unexpectedly the front entryway light came on, and I heard the jingle of locks being unlatched.
"We have to leave!" I shouted to Trevor, who was hunkering down, holding his injured hand.
I was prepared to make my departure when I felt something I had never felt: a presence. I pivoted and let out a soundless pant, since dread had blown my mind. I stood frozen.
There he was. Not Creepy Man. Not Mr. or Mrs. Mansion Family. Yet, Gothic Guy, Gothic Mate, Gothic Prince. He remained before me, similar to a knight of night!
His long dark hair lay weighty on his shoulders. His eyes were dull, profound, exquisite, forlorn, adoringly astute, fantastic. An entryway into his dim soul. He, as well, stood still, breathing me in. His face was pale like mine and his tight dark T-shirt was gotten into his dark pants, which were gotten into beast stylish underground rock battle boots.