"Forget this, I'll just let the damn police handle it." You think to yourself as you reach under the counter to sound the alarm. Suddenly, your hand stops in place and goes numb, causing you to finally lose your nerve. You frantically try to struggle as the two goths give you wicked smiles. "No no. None of that. We can't have you... calling for help." The spikey-hair man says in a calm tone as you gaze down at your hand in horror. A large red scratch on your palm was glowing a bright red hue as the color slowly faded from your hand. "No! How...? How did you do this to me?!" You yell as you stumble backwards into a shelf, causing a bunch of stuff to fall onto the floor on top of you. "Surprised? They always are." The man says in a cheerful tone. "I moved while you weren't paying attention and paralyzed your arm with my blood. Don't tell me you haven't figured it out yet..." The other goths began to walk over to where you were sitting on the ground, ghoulish smiles covering their twisted faces. "You're our prey..." The chubby girl says with a cruel laugh as she stands over you. "Me, him, all of us...? We are vampires!"
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