I switched off the television and tied my other shoe, shaking my head at America's new addiction to vampire "reality" shows. And I can tell from the coughing that Todd's feeling better." The camera lingered, fascinated, as Todd crumpled to the floor, before it rose to follow the fight between Devon Dawn and Bev. Your friend Tessa called to tell us you needed fashion help! We've been secretly filming you for the past two nights, and - AAACKK!" A white hand flashed at Todd's throat, which vanished, leaving a gaping reddish hole. "Devon Dawn, here's Bev Leveto from The Best Dressed Vamp, and I'm Todd Seabrook. Though my housemate Amelia Broadway had sort of slid Octavia into my house - based on a casual invitation I'd issued in a weak moment - the arrangement was working out okay. "I don't think this is going to end well," Octavia Fant said. She'd have the additional pleasure of realizing her friends had turned her in to the fashion police. I paused in the act of tying my shoe to watch what happened next as the two vampire fashionistas burst in on the hapless victim - oh, excuse me, the lucky vampire - who was about to get an unsolicited makeover.
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