IceCold, the head of the secret police, walked into the mayor’s office. The naked mayor, and the naked vampire he was with, turned in shock.
“Oh, uh..” began IceCold. “I, uh, just came to tell you I killed TVMan as ordered. Turns out he was just a townie.”
The mayor (an exceedingly unpleasant sight) forced a smile as he walked back to his desk. “Very good, IceCold, my dear vigilante.” He pulled a gun out of the drawer. “But you’ll understand when I say your services will no longer be required.”
Bang.
***
The vampire, meanwhile, slipped on his leather and cape, and vanished into a moonbeam. When he reappeared at the foot of Castle Fantabulous, he was shocked to see, on the castle’s tallest spire, a hooded figure struggling against three pairs of bright red eyes.
“My King!” he screamed. But, by the time he reached Pale, it was far too late.
“O king of the vampires,” he said tearfully, holding Pale’s bloody head in his hands. “I love you. Platonically, of course.”
Pale coughed. “I love you, too. Platonically.” He looked down at the place where his stomach once was. “It’s all up to you, now.”