It was just after midnight when Cindy, Laura, and Tonya arrived at the trendy restaurant in Newcastle’s graveyard.
Blood and Bones offered the very latest in human cuisine and was a good place to be seen.
They were just good old country ghouls who enjoyed mingling with wealthy vampires and werewolves. When their waiter arrived, a zombie in a tuxedo, they ordered Hors d’oeuvres of boiled eyeballs and pickled ears.
The main dish they picked out was bar-b-que ribs, a chilled gut salad, and livers smothered in human fat.
“I still remember the old days,” Cindy said, while chewing on a pickled ear. “We had to hunt around for food and usually ended up with skimpy grave leftovers after the vampires and werewolves were done feasting.”
They toasted with a round of sparkling spinal fluid.
“To progress!” Tonya declared as she drank hers in one gulp.
Laura was delicately sipping hers when she saw a tall dark vampire who looked a lot like Elvis Presley. He was moving from one tombstone table to another casually greeting everyone.
Bela was the genius who came up with The Blood and Bone franchise that now spread throughout New England.
His black hair was swept back in a ducktail. His pale face made his red lips stand out like blood rubies. His black pupils were obsidian orbs that never blinked. The cape he wore over his fine black suit was lined with scarlet red satin.
Tonya saw Laura’s attention was elsewhere. Focused on Bele.
“Isn’t he a snappy dresser?” Tonya asked Laura.
Cindy whispered, “Here he comes,” and hurriedly swallowed the rest of the eyeball she was enjoying.
“I hope the food is acceptable Ladies.”
“Oh, yes…” they agreed in unison.
“You must be new. I don’t recall seeing you here before. I have an eye for pretty ghouls and would have noticed you.”
They were charmed. Finally, Laura spoke up;
“We’re from the hills about 10 miles from here. Not much happens up there, and we get bored. So, we like to have a ghoul’s night out once in a while, and go to a city. You’re right. This is our first time here.”
“How quaint,” Bele noted. “You should know there is a dress code here, and ragged blue jean shorts and low cropped blouses are not on the list.”
As It Stands, I’ve always enjoyed the classic monsters and this is a silly tribute to the genre.
The Creative Chronicles of Dave Stancliff 