About Stag Party

by Rob Rosen
14 pages / 3000 words
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A search for the elusive Transylvanian snow wolf on All Hallows Eve proves more than our researcher bargained for. And a stag party with twenty-one naked and devilishly handsome vampires isn't all its cracked up to be. Especially when the end of the party means certain death. Then again, on Halloween, tricks and treats run rampant. Who knows who, or what, will come to you rescue?

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They laughed and helped me out of the Jeep. I can't remember the walk, or the cold, or anything after that. One minute we were along the side of the road, the next we were approaching a massive, stone castle that towered high overhead, its bell tower breaking through the low hanging fog. I chalked it up to rattled nerves and then entered the less-than-humble abode alongside them.

Seconds later, we were in an impressive ballroom full of men, all in capes, all impossibly handsome, and all staring at me like I was the last drumstick at a Thanksgiving dinner, and that, of course, was still a month away. Then a gong was rung and a large cart was wheeled out, with a dead deer carcass resting haphazardly atop it.

I whispered to one of the men next to me. "Um, is this the stag part of the stag party?"

He laughed and removed his cape. He was naked beneath it, save for jet black boots. His body, long and lean, white as the driven snow and ripped with tight muscles, leaned into my own. "But of course," he replied. And then, one by one, the others removed their capes, until the room was full of stark naked men, all with impossibly perfect bodies and deathly white complexions.

In horror, and just a small bit of horny wonder, I watched as they approached the dead animal, their mouths agape, and their canine teeth growing long and jagged, stretching into fangs that extended far out from their ghostly faces. "Vampires," I whispered to myself, with a sick groan that rumbled in my belly.