Dracula stared at Zack, puzzled. “Why not?”
“Because it’s illegal.”
“It’s illegal to suck your blood?”
“No,” Zack said, “you’re Dracula, right?”
“That’s right.”
“That means you’re undead.”
“That’s right.”
“It’s illegal to be undead,” Zack said. “By order of Section 6-66-666, all beings here must be alive or dead. Undead is a violation of that section, specifically code 44/10.”
“When did that law pass?” Dracula asked.
“This session,” Zack said, “and I’ll slap you with a 44/10 too, unless you turn away now.”
“I’m bigger than you, little bird. What if I choose to suck your blood anyway?”
“Then we have to rectify the situation,” Andrea said, holding the plastic needle from the toy doctor kit, which was filled with water. “If you try to hurt any of us, we’ll inject you with this serum.”
“Is that a cure?” Dracula asked. “Will it make me alive again?”
“Nothing can make you alive again,” Sassy said. “That will make you dead.”
“That would be bad.”
“Plus, you’d have to deal with these two while I inject you,” Andrea said, nodding to Penne and Coco, who narrowed their eyes and growled at Dracula.
“We’ve got your 44/10 right here,” they said, flexing their feet.
“Oh dear. I don’t want them to deal with me,” Dracula said.
Penne and Coco foot bumped.
“Very well, I will leave,” Dracula said. “But I wonder if you have enough serum for them,” he pointed to a line of zombies lurching from the woods.