Not Like the Movies

"That was the worst horror movie I've ever seen,"  Brittany said. "I didn't jump once."

"I know," Jeremy replied as they stepped into the afternoon sunshine. "I'm disappointed.  I only like horror movies because you grab me when you're scared."

The blonde cheerleader and handsome football player admired their reflections in a window.

"I va-ant to drink your blo-od!" Brittany nibbled Jeremy's neck.  "Can you think of one vampire cliche that movie didn't use?"

"I'm glad they make movies like that."

"Why?"

"If people imagine vampires as dark, brooding types in black capes who turn into bats, can't handle sunlight, and have no reflection, who will suspect us?"

"You're right." Brittany flashed a beautiful, toothy smile.  "I'm hungry.  Let's go hunting."