The full moon rose, and the vampire hora struck ten, then eleven, then twelve. Three glimmering black bats hung effortlessly from a birch branch. Their wings sparkles in the light of the moon, and they smiled their evil, poison smiles, the smiles of vampires, pearl white pointy fangs dripping with venom. Three sets of black leather wings unfolded and stretched. The three girls yawned and landed on the ground, the long black wings sliding back into their flesh.

The brunette flipped her medium thick hair over her shoulder and looked up at the sky, her fangs dripping with saliva.

The blonde stretched her neck and her arms, then gazed up at the sky, too. Her esmeralda eyes clouded with thirst. Thirst for red. Goory. Thick. Nourishment.

Blood.

The goth twirled her hands around, then cradled her head with the backsides of her hands, like a white crown. She stared up into the sky, and the full moon cast a white beam of light down onto the graveyard in front of them. The three girls looked devilishly at each other, then took off into the skies.

Like three black kites, Christina, Gwendalinne, and Brianna soared through thick black fog atop the skies of estrella pockmarked moons, the glimmer of twilight dusting on their fangs, and the thirst grew even darker.