"So you're visiting Amityville by yourself?" He stared up at the Mansion. "You're a wicked chick, aren't you?" He glanced down, sending chills through me--he was gorgeous in his Dracula cape.
I said nothing.
"I bet you've never kissed a vampire before," he said, his plastic teeth shining in the moonlight.
"Well, when you see one, let me know," I said, and started to walk away.
He grabbed my arm.
"Give it a rest, Trevor!"
He pulled me in closer. "Well, I've never kissed a tennis player," he joked.
I laughed, it was such a corny line. He kissed me full on the mouth, his plastic teeth getting in the way. And I let him. Maybe I was still dizzy from spinning on the lawn.
He finally came up for air.
"Well, now you have!" I said, pulling away. "I think Farmer Matt is waiting for you!"
"I didn't get any candy!" he said, fingering my pumpkin basket. He pulled out a Snickers bar.
"Hey, that's my favorite! Take a peanut-butter twist." He gobbled up the Snickers with his vampire teeth, which came loose and fell on the ground, dripping with chocolate and caramel. I quickly reached for them, but he grabbed my arm, spilling my candy everywhere.
"Look what you've done!" I shouted.
He grabbed handfuls of candy and stuffed them into his jeans. I watched as my remaining treats were strewn across the lawn. The only candy I could salvage were some boring Smarties and a smashed Mars Bar.
"Still want to be an item?" he asked, his pockets stuffed full with my night's work as he pulled me close. "Still want to be my girlfriend?"
Suddenly he let me go and started toward the Mansion. "Now I'll get some real candy."
I grabbed his arm this time. Who knew what Trevor would do if he reached the door?
"Miss me already?" he asked, startled that I hadn't run away.
"They're out of candy."
"Well, I'll just see about that!"
"Their lights are off. They went to sleep."
"This'll wake them up." He pulled out a can of spray paint from underneath his cape. "They definitely need someone who knows how to decorate!"
He walked on toward the Mansion. I ran after him.
"No, Trevor. Don't!"
He pushed past me. He was going to vandalize the one thing in this town that was truly beautiful. "No!" I cried.
He popped the lid and shook the can.
I tried to pull his arm away, but he threw me down.
"Let's see...how about 'Welcome to the neighborhood!'?"
"Don't, Trevor, don't!"
"Or 'Vampires love company!' I'll sign your name."