Aisha was putting away some logs they had found in the forest, humming a tune to herself. Suddenly, Tokumbo jumped out from behind a stack of wood, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Raaaah! I'm a vampire!" Tokumbo shouted, her voice dripping with drama. She bared her teeth, trying to look as menacing as possible.
Aisha let out a terrified scream and grabbed a nearby stick, hurling it at Tokumbo.
"Ahhh!"
Tokumbo dodged the stick and rushed over to Aisha, laughing. "Hey, hey, it's okay! I was just joking!"
Aisha's face was still pale with fear, but she slowly began to calm down. Tokumbo put a reassuring arm around her shoulders.
"How dare you tease me for my love of vampires!" Aisha huffed, still looking a bit shaken.
Tokumbo grinned mischievously. "Gotcha! Vampires aren't even real, Aisha."
But before Aisha could respond, her eyes widened in horror as she saw two creepy looking men standing behind Tokumbo.
They were dressed in old-fashioned clothing, complete with top hats and capes. Their faces were deathly pale, with dark circles under their eyes. One of them had a cruel smile spreading across his face, his lips curled up in a snarl. The other vampire's face was gaunt and skeletal, his eyes sunken into his skull.
Tokumbo, still grinning, turned to face the vampires. "Oh, great. You guys must be the actors we hired for the vampire-themed party tomorrow, right?"
The vampires looked at each other, confused. "Actors?" the cruel-looking vampire repeated. "Whatever do you mean, miss?"
Tokumbo chuckled. "You know, this whole vampire thing? It's just a costume, right?"
The vampires exchanged a glance, and then the gaunt-looking vampire smiled, revealing his fangs. Tokumbo's grin faltered as she took a step back.
"Uh, I think you guys might be taking the whole 'method acting' thing a bit too far, don't you think?" Tokumbo said, her voice trembling.
The vampires chuckled, their fangs glinting in the moonlight. "Good evening, fair maidens," the cruel-looking vampire said, bowing low. "I daresay, we mean you no harm. Unless, of course, you refuse to invite us in for a spot of tea."
Aisha and Tokumbo exchanged a terrified glance.
"Uh, I think we'll pass on the tea," Aisha stammered.
The gaunt-looking vampire looked offended. "Fie upon you, miss! We are gentlemen, I assure you. We would never dream of...oh, wait, we're vampires. We would totally dream of drinking your blood."
The girls screamed and ran into the house, slamming the door shut behind them. The vampires were left standing outside, looking puzzled.
"Well, that was not exactly the reception I was hoping for," the cruel-looking vampire said.
The gaunt-looking vampire shrugged. "I suppose we shall just have to try again. Perhaps with a more...modern approach."
And with that, the two vampires set off towards the house, determined to get an invitation to tea...or at least, a taste of the girls' blood.
Meanwhile,
Oblivious to the chaos above, Chiamaka was in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. She had her headphones on, blasting Afrobeats music, and was dancing along to the rhythm as she expertly navigated the ancient kitchen appliances.
It was a miracle how she was able to easily use the archaic equipment, but Chiamaka was a culinary wizard. She was whipping up a variety of Nigerian delicacies, from jollof rice to suya, and the aroma wafting from the kitchen was incredible.
Just as Chiamaka was adding the final touches to her Nigerian fried rice and chicken, a handsome 30-year-old vampire emerged from the shadows. He was torn between drinking Chiamaka's blood and devouring the tantalizing Nigerian delicacies on the stove.
As he watched Chiamaka dance and cook, he felt a weird connection to her. She was carefree and joyful, and her love for cooking was infectious. But his hunger eventually took over, and he lunged at Chiamaka.
With a stroke of luck, Chiamaka threw a rotten garlic clove over her shoulder into the vampire's mouth.
The vampire gagged and stumbled backward, clutching at his throat.
"Ahh, what the...?!" he choked out.
Chiamaka, still dancing along to the music, didn't even notice the vampire's presence. She just kept on cooking, oblivious to the chaos she had just unleashed.
The vampire stumbled around the kitchen, trying to get the taste of garlic out of his mouth.
"Ugh, what kind of sorcery is this?!" he shouted.