The Vampire Bat and The Vampire Owl waited at the Old Castle Tower which faced the Bloody Waters Bay. They watched as a number of smaller ships joined the Great Vampire Armada from distant lands, and riders on dark horses arrived from the other side which formed a long path. It was transformed into the unofficial vampire waiting room. They waited and waited, and they did nothing else.
Vampire Owl: I have waited for so long. There might be no hope. Vampire Crocodile would have decided to quit very long ago.
Vampire Bat: May be we can wait a little longer. This old castle tower is abandoned anyway and we have no other job.
Vampire Owl: But she was supposed to come much earlier. This has been like an eternity.
Vampire Bat: She has to come all the way from those distant lands. We have to wait as much as we can.
Vampire Owl: I see horses approaching with black banners. Is it her?
Vampire Bat: I think that it is a funeral procession. It should be for the vampire who took a bullet or two in the name of love for that high elf girl, but forgot that it was made of silver and dipped in garlic.
Vampire Owl: There are strange things that people do for the ladies when in love, I see. Yet, we are actually doing nothing by sitting here.
Vampire Owl: There is nothing to be done in this world.
Vampire Bat: Which is why we are waiting here to change our lives forever.
Uncle Dracula: There is no use in waiting. She is not going to come; not today and not tomorrow or day after tomorrow.
Vampire Owl: He is so pessimistic. Why is he talking like that and sending us to the void of perpetual depression?
Uncle Dracula: How is hoping for Lady Death to come, a case of optimism? Death has nothing optimistic about it. I don’t see any joy in the same. There is no glory in suicide if you are thinking about one. You have been marked by the shadows, and won’t have a good time in the other world.
Vampire Bat: But we are in love with Lady Death and her evil twin with long curly hair and bad teeth.
Uncle Dracula: Love? Is it what you people call it? You have been bored with life so much that you hope for death, and you sit here after reading the poems of Emily Dickinson. Get out there, have a Blood Milk Shake and get back to work.
Vampire Owl: But true love is beyond life and death. It is like a bridge between the two worlds. So many poets have talked about it. Even the great vampire court poet who was eaten by those zombies.
Uncle Dracula: Yes, but none of them were talking about you, which is why they are world famous poets now. Do you think that this melodrama is cool? It is not. We have work to do. There is a bloody vampire empire to run. There is hatred and there is chaos all around. There are wars and there is intolerance. In the middle of all these, we have to come up with a brighter example. And here, you are sitting at the top of the tower and personifying death as a lady. Let me tell you what I am going to do. I will put you both on the vampire matrimony website.
Vampire Bat: No, not the matrimonial website! It is evil even for the human standards!
Vampire Owl: Wait, there is a ship with black sails. Why is it so bloody slow? Even blood cargo ships are faster than that.
Uncle Dracula: It is the ghost ship that haunts the Spectre Peninsula. It is not of this world, but a reflection from the other dimension of the wrong which has happened years ago at the peninsula and has to be corrected in the long run. Death doesn’t own a ship anyway.
Vampire Bat: We should wait for Lady Death tomorrow then! It will be an even better day because it is a holiday.
Uncle Dracula: You work very less. So it doesn’t really matter.
Vampire Bat: Let’s go then and hope for a better tomorrow.
Vampire Owl: Yes, with lots of love for Lady Death and her evil twin sister.
***The images used in this blog post are smaller cropped pictures of the originals from the Wikipedia pages of two Romanian castles, Poenari Castle and Corvin Castle meant as a support for the write-up only.