Vampie Here!
While I was walking along the road on my daily constitutional, I began to feel
sligthly parched. Happening upon a Starbucks, I decided to enter the opiate of the masses
in hopes of providing my dry throat with some relief. To my surprise, there was none other
than popular beauty guru James Charles working the counter!
"James!" I exclaimed. "What is one of your position doing here?"
"I have decided to mingle with the common folk, in order to gain inspiration for
my next hit line of make-up, dearest Vampie." James explained. 
"What are you doing in a starbucks? Surely there is somewhere more befiting your 
esteemed personage?"
"When it come to highly sweetened beverages, I'm not picky James." I told him.
"Bring me your finest Frappacino!"
Then I leaned over the counter and whispered "and yourself, after your shift ends?"
I gave him a sly wink.
"Pehaps that second order can be fulfilled in the back allyway in about two hours. As
for the first, that I can have prepared in a jiffy!"
James preapred me a Frappacino that would give a hummingbird a heart attack, and I was
on my way to the park to wait the two hours untill our blissful meeting.
My mind was racing with thoughts of what I would say to him. My heart was restless,
eager for that still moment when all would cease to move as we locked eyes in that dark,
dingy allyway. I would be the talk of the Internet, all would seethe with envy. 
"Oh, to be Vampie, the one that owns James Charles' heart!"
Time dragged on as I waited impatiently, and I found myself in the allyway a full thirty minutes early.
Then, finally, James Charles stepped from the shadows, his pale face the only bright spot 
in that dank place.
"James." I said breathlessly.
"What is it Vampie?" He said, his voice like golden honey dripping down my ears.
"I have something... important to ask you." I said, my palms dripping with sweat.
James looked at me for an agonizing moment, as if he wasn't quite sure what I was about to ask him.
"Well," He said finally. "Go ahead and ask me."
"James." I said again. "What do you... think about me?"
"I think you're nice."
"No! I mean, what do you think about... how I look, for example?"
Little did I know at that very moment, I was about to hear something that would shake me to my core.
Never was I ever prepared for the verbal storm that James Charles what about to unleash upon my
unprepared bow. For though it was but two words, I was changed forever. 
"ur ugly."
I began to tremble violently. I stared with hatred upon James' smirking face, hatred in my eyes.
I furiously removed my upper garment.
James eyes widened with shock. 
"If you think that you can win me over by showing me your..."
James' sentence was cut off as I enlongated my nipples, reaching my tentacles towards him, the tips
dripping with my milk. His eyes widened more as he froze to the spot with shock, staring, untill
my right nipple grabbed him by the ankles and lifted him up into the air. My left nipple forced
itself into his mouth and down his throat, and as he tried uselessly to bite me, I began to spray
milk from my teats. His clothes became utterly soaked, and his stomach became full of my 
mammary secretions. When he was full to the brim, I pulled my left nipple out and wrapped it around
his neck, slamming him to the ground.
"Now James." I said. "Be very carfull what you say. That milk I have filled your stomach
with is the Milk of Truth. If you tell a lie, it will turn into burning acid. If you say
something I don't like, I will plant my foot squarely into your engorged belly. Am I clear?"
James nodded his head, milk mixing with tears and running down his face.
"Now, same question."
I looked him dead in the eyes.
"What. Do. You. Think. About. How. I. Look."
His eyes full of fear, James stayed silent. I knew what he was thinking. If he lied to me, he
would be melted from the inside out by acid, and if he told me that he thought I was ugly again,
I would most likely kill him.
"Why did you come back here in the first place?" I asked him, curiosity getting the better of me.
His eyes shifted away from mine as he replied.
"I thought you were going to sell me drugs."
Stunned, I released him.
"Drugs, huh?"
"Yeah."
I silently grabbed my top, and after retracting my nipples slid it back on. It had somehow managed
to avoid being soaked in the veritable storm I had unleashed upon James. Leaving the bloated James behind,
I exited the allyway into the bright sunlight, and wondered why I had ever liked James Charles.



 - Author's Note -
 While the previous entries were written in a child-like
 manner, this author has decided that it would be intresting
 to contrast the usual Vampie insanity with over-written wordyness.
 Also, a bit of Vampie lore for you: Vampie is actually a sexless shapeshifter.
 Also, of course Vampie knows James Charles. The two were classmates in
 ghoul school back in 1786.