Five people had already died trying to find that cursed bag, that’s what the thugs at my door told me. They appeared, or rather, slammed past my door with their size eleven boots.
I was just eating my dinner, or rather trying to.
”I don’t know what bag you’re on about,’ I said, digging a fork in my steak, the juices running read like they had just been stabbed. I ate a mouthful, and stared the taller one right in his harsh eyes.
His face scrunched up like a forgotten piece of paper and seriously thought about pushing my plate on the carpet. ‘Did you hear what I said, five people have already died for that bag?’
‘I told you, I don’t know what bag you’re on about.’ I almost threw my knife and fork on the table. ‘You come in here, and talk about a bag, when I am eating my dinner.’ I flashed my teeth, long, sharp, and ready for a fight.
‘Do you really want to be a sixth?’ The shorter guy, went nose to nose against my cheek. I stabbed my steak, and blood dripping, I had a second bite. It was rare I got a minute to myself.
These trolls were disturbing my peace.
This time I stood up, my all black outfit stark against the scarlet curtains. My eyes were like a warning light. Back off! Nobody stops a vampire during feeding hour. Sunday is my only spare day to myself.
‘This is forty two Castle apartments?’ the taller troll said.
‘No, this is forty castle apartments, the name’s Drac to my friends, but then again, you’re not my friends.’
They never did leave my flat, but there was a lovely spare place in my freezer, just the right size for them. It’s a good job I brought it. Now I could have dinner on the go. I was going to go out after dinner, but they saved me the flight.
Picking up their bodies, I called my mate next door. He had just joined the gym, and this would give him some exercise. That and robbing the blood bank for me earlier that day. Five people had died for that bag, and now it was a lucky seven.
Writer Ravenclaw 
Quite the story! Well done!
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Hilarious story
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