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It was a regular day, like any other. The moon was full and bright and it was actually night. Fooled you!

And in the town of Rupton, being fooled of whether it were day or night would be a crime amongst itself, for everyone is very much aware of the monstrous horrors that lurks in the shadows and awaits once the night hits. It becomes a frantic race to their respective homes or, if they are paranoid enough, to the closest home they can find. What frightens these humble citizens of Rupton were the monsters that infested the town and hides within the shadows of the buildings. It became apparent who these monsters were because during night, it became monsterpalooza as all the vampires, ghosts, zombies, the occasional werewolf and other monsters would come out of their hiding. The vampires and werewolves are probably the ones who make the other monsters feel more safe, given for their immense strength and other abnormal abilities; all the other monsters aren't as powerful as these key monsters... Well, except for the Leviathan but she mysteriously disappeared.

Now that we've established the paranormal, we can focus on who's really important here. Let us begin.

Down a block, off in a obscure part of town, was a seemingly abandoned house, one that gave a supernatural vibe that would intrigue ghost hunters but simple enough that wouldn't cause them to investigate the paranormal, a safe but spooky house. Now in this house we'll see several paranormal beings who reside there, let us see.

The first of the beings, Victoria, a vampire well known in the vampire community, walks into the main living room, still a bit drowsy from the sleep she just got up from and hasn't changed out of her batty pajamas. Rubbing her eyes, she was greeted by her roommate Margaret, and by the looks of it, it seems to be a full moon since she seems to have gone full werewolf. One would advise you to never go fill werewolf, but no one knows why that's a bad thing.

"Didn't know you could transform from within a house" said Vicky, as she went to the fridge to get some juice.

"Didn't know vampires could drink anything else besides blood" answered back Margaret, getting comfortable on her reclining chair.

"Touché," she said. Upon closing the door, Vicky was met face to face with a zombie, "Oh god!" she yelled surprised; she jumped back and ran out of the kitchen, "who's that?" Vicky asked, pointing to the zombie, who seems to find herself trapped within the kitchen counters.

"Oh! That's Susie, she dragged herself in here and hasn't left since" she chuckles.

"Did... Did you trap it in the kitchen?" Vicky asks puzzled.

"Maybe... I didn't make it hard to get out, if she wants she can leave whenever she wants" she claims, though a bit mischievous.

"Why?"

"I like someone to talk to," Margaret admits, "Right, Susie?"

"Braaaiiiins" answered Susie happily... I think.

"Really?" retorted Victoria in disbelief, "its kinda sad keeping someone here against their will just to talk to them... Especially if they can't answer back."

"Hey, what about you and your ghost?" Marge pointed out.

"We talk!"

"About what? Avenging her father's death?"

"Well... We.. Lets forget about this" said Vicky in defeat, taking a seat on the couch, ignoring the laughing werewolf.

Outside, the siren of an ambulance barreling down the street can be heard.

"You know what that reminds me of?" said Victoria, smiling, taking a swig of her juice, "the blood bank."

"It reminds me of that last guy who I bit last week, I wonder how he's doing?" she asks to a chuckling Victoria, "Hey, when was the last time you've been to the blood bank?"

"Ummm... About two weeks ago," Vicky answered.

"What's with the hold up?" Marge asked.

"Well, its just that the last time I was there, I drank all the blood supply." she said proudly.

"Yeah right!" said Marge in disbelief, "Seriously?"

"Seriously!" Victoria claimed.

"I don't believe you," Margaret said, obviously doubting her friend.

"Oh, come on! What do I have to do for you to believe in me?" asked Vicky.

"uhh... Do it again," she answers scoffing, "obviously."

"What?" said Victoria, puzzled.

"Go to the blood bank, drink all the blood, like you swear you did last time, and drag your bloated corpse back to this house, then I'll believe you." she explained, crossing her arms.

"Huh.... Alright, what do I get if I do this?" asks Vicky.

"The pleasure of proving yourself right," smiled Marge.

"...... If I win, Susie leaves," said Victoria automatically.

"Awwww! Well fine! You wanna play hardball? If you lose, I get to give Susie a friend!" wagered Marge.

Realizing what Margaret meant, Victoria responded, "Deal! I'm gonna win and show you off! And Susie will be gone, so its a win-win-win!" With that, she got up and went to change.

As Margaret waited, she turned to her zombie, "Do you think she'll win, Susie?"

"Brraaaiiinsss"

"Yeah, me neither."

Dressed in her black shirt, blue jeans and red jacket, Victoria was set and ready to face this bet head on!

"Wow, that's a cliché outfit" commented Margaret.

"Well, lets see what the zombie thinks. What do you think, Susie?" asked Vicky.

"Brraaaiiinsss"

"See? She likes it" she said proudly.

"You can't understand her," accused Marge, narrowly eyeing her friend.

"Oh, and you can?" shot back Vicky, "Huh?"

Still eyeing her friend narrowly, Marge crossed her arms and responded, "Yes."

"Yea, right" she said, exiting the house and leaving Margaret and Susie alone to their own thoughts.

"Hmmp, good luck," retorted Marge annoyed, turning to her buddy, ".... Whatcha wanna do, Suz?”

"Brraaaiiinsss" Susie responded, clawing at the window.

"You know me so well," she chuckles, "lets do that!"

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Walking with a confident step, Victoria made her way to the blood bank. She was determined to win the bet, and to get rid of that hard-on-the-eyes zombie that Margaret insists is her friend, geez.

Victoria had to stop in her swagger stride to allow a large mob of zombies pass through making there way towards the hospital. Victoria scoffs, "How generic," then proceeded in her ironic stride towards the blood bank. She looked at the multiple houses around her, watching the human citizens sneaking a peak of the striding vampire and any other creatures roaming the town. Several of them make empty promises that they'll rid the town of these nasty monsters, one day. Obviously it never happens.

Once she entered the lobby of the blood bank, she was met with none other than Tina the gorgon behind the counter. Blatantly dressed in her secretary outfit, thinking she's so classy, she took it upon herself to see who enters the blood bank.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to show her face again," Tina greeted.

"Hey, Tina," greeted Vicky emotionlessly. Tina was the last person she wanted to see, though she should have known that this was inevitable given the facts at hand.

"What drags the bat out of her cave?" asked Tine, with a smug smile.

"I'm here to drink blood... Obviously" she replied, ignoring the smile.

"If I may ask, how much?" Tina asked, raising a clipboard to write down the response.

"All of it," she said, determined to wipe that smile off her face.

Tina placed her clipboard down and looked at Vicky in disbelief, "Oh really? Finally going to live up to the lie you told?"

"I did do it! And its because of people like you that I'm going to be doing this again!" Vicky argued.

"Right, right, and your only eyewitness was stabbed two days after your "achievement", how convenient" Tina responded.

"Bill is dead?"

"Mhmm, lucky for you, now that we only have your word to go by, right?" Tina said.

"..... Shut up, Tina" Victoria retorted as she walked passed Tina. As she entered the blood storage, she was met with a crowd of vampires sipping blood from their respective cups happily. As much as Vicky wanted to comment on how cliche these vampires were being, she decided not to due to the sheer amount of pure irony.

"Alright people, listen up!" Vicky called, "I'd like you all to-"

"Vickyyyyyyy!!" called one of the vampires, the most loudmouth one of them all, Karl, best described as the Dracula wannabe. He earned this lousy nickname due to his stubborn need to dress like Dracula.

'oh, great,' Victoria thought, 'It must be butt season because I seem to be running into all of them.'

"Hey, Victoria, what's happening," he greeted extending his arms to hug, Vicky slowly shaking her head, "C'mere," he said as he hugged her anyway patting her back, Victoria not returning the hug. "Hah! I see you haven't changed one bit," he joked, "so what brings you here?"

Tired of all this hullabaloo, she answered stale, "I'm here to drink all the blood, now get-"

"Woah! We have ourself a spectacle!" Karl cheered.

"Wait, no-"

"Hey everybody!" Karl announced, raising his arms in the proper announcing pose, "Our friend Victoria..." he began.

"None of them are my friends" Vicky added.

"Is here to drink all the blood!" the various vampires murmured among each other in response to this peculiar news. "I bet she can't do it!" yelled back one of the doubtful jerks. "Well I guess there is only one way to find out! Everyone, dump your drinks into the main tank! You there!" he ordered to a stray blue skinned vampire, "bring... The hose!"

"Get it yourself, Count Dork."

": ("

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After some unwilling preparations, the drinks have been mostly drained into the tank and a hose has been attached, everyone circled around Victoria, wagering on whether or not she can actually drink it all. The poll leaned against Victoria's side, not many optimistic viewers.

"How much blood do you think there is in there?"

"I don't know, probably around a hundred gallons."

"Alright people, are ready to see an amazing event?" asked Karl enthusiastically.

"Shut up, Nerd!"

"Just stop, Karl," said Victoria, pushing him back into the crowd, "Alright, ready to put your money where your mouth is?"

"Just drink already! I have a lot money in this!"

"Wow, you guys are some real gambling addicted jerks," Victoria deduced, "fine, whatever." She held up the hose, observing it, "how does this work?"

"Its like a soda gun, squirt in your mouth!" someone explained.

"Oh, alright. Lets do this." Shifting the handle in her hand, she placed the nozzle in her mouth and gave the trigger a squeeze. Almost immediately she felt a gush of blood fill her mouth, she barely even had time to swallow the blood flowing through the hose. The flow of blood made its uninterrupted path towards the filling stomach of vampire in no time, making its presence noticeable in under a minute. Her stomach slowly puffed out as the blood made its new residence in there.

Everyone gawked as they watched the relentless vampires swallow gulp after gulp of the blood from the slowly emptying tank. Bubbles rising from the drain, floating their way to the top. Some watched hoping she'll give up soon, others eager to see her drink it all, and others worried.

Victoria was set on drinking it all, she couldn't give Margaret the honor of saying, "I told you so" and she can't have ANOTHER zombie in her home, those undead freaks limping around, dirtying everything. A shiver ran down her spine from the thought of it, or probably from the cool blood rushing down her throat.

"Urp," Victoria nearly choked on the blood as she was lost in thought, she removed the nozzle from her mouth, almost coughing up blood before refraining herself. She looked down to notice that her belly had puffed out into a small orb beneath her shirt. She gave a few rubs to feel its softness, slightly moaning to the touch, smiling even.

"Hey, what's the hold up, you getting full? Ready to give up?"

"Not a chance!" she yelled back, putting a nozzle where her mouth was. Squeezing the trigger, she felt the blood once again flow down to her gut, filling the ever expanding belly before her and everyone else's eyes. She placed a hand on her gut, feeling it pushing out as she drank more of the delicious blood.

Several vampires watched as Victoria swelled beyond the pregnancy look and into the balloon under shirt look. Others watched the tank as it went under one fourth, leaving Vicky three fourths of the tank to go.

Victoria felt like she was on a roll, she could keep drinking for a good, and look! She already drank a fourth of the tank, she has in this in the bag. Bye bye, Susie. On the other hand, the growing orb filled with blood was beginning to get a bit too heavy for Victoria, and unfortunately for her, none of the nice vampires had thought of supplying her with a chair. The floor will have to do, no matter how cold it is to the exposed flesh on her back, sending even more chills through her body, rippling across her belly.

Her belly continued its swelling path as the blood in the tank disappeared into the immense orb of the ash skinned vampire, growing with each gulp.

As half of the tank has been already drained away, several of the greedy vampires were fearing that they were going to lose the shiz load of cash that they had wagered against Victoria.

"We're going to lose big money if she drinks it all, I think we should do something!"

"And get ridiculed for being sore losers? No thank you."

"Hey guys," interjected one of the smaller vampires, "if she isn't going to stop drinking from the hose, and the odds are against her, what would need to happen for her to lose?" he asked curiously, having wagered against her as well.

Several of the perplexed vampires, turning their backs from the enormous, red shaded belly, whose owner is half way done drinking the third fourth of the tank, pondered on this for a bit.

"Hmmm...," one of the vampires thought, "She could vomit, having the flow reverse and head back up her throat." The crowd around him began cheering and booing as they saw Victoria, who's carefully rubbing her dangerously swollen belly, struggling to drink the last tenth of the gallon. The belly was large, overfilled with blood and shining, one could even see it give a slight tremble as the belly had no more give but was receiving much more blood.

"No no, she would have to remove the nozzle for that, and it doesn't look like she will soon." explained another vampire.

"Well, eliminating all mouth related situations, the only one I can think of is if her belly-"

GROOOOOOAAAAANS

The group of greedy vampires turned as they saw a towering orb of flesh, red from either the blood or the pressure building within the belly; behind the orb was the now emptied tank, looking spooky like someone was recently chopped or slaughtered in there. Everyone stared at her, wide eyed, as they realized that not only did they lose a large amount of cash, but that Victoria was telling the truth all along.

GRRROOOOOOOAAAAAAAANNNN

The terrible groans from the belly snapped the crowd out of it, but not causing any of them to be concerned for the bloated vampire. Several of the few who wagered she'd achieve it asked Karl to collect the prize money for them. The losers neared Victoria furiously.

"Oh god...," moaned Vicky, rubbing the small parts of the belly she could reach, "I feel like I over did it." Her belly creaked as the volume of blood within her highly surpassed the volume that her belly can contain, loud groans echoed against the walls of the vault, announcing the building pressure that the giant orb was struggling to contain.

"You cost us a lot of money, you fat fiend!" yelled one of the losers, others adding equally insulting, and albeit lame, remarks to Victoria.

"Oh please... Just leave me be," she moaned, shutting her eyes as she felt the shift and increase of pressure, "you guys are the least of my worries."

Karl was producing the prize cash from his pockets, ready to give them to the few winners patiently waiting. "Alright... Hmm, this can't be all of it," he doubted, reaching into his other pocket see if there were any stray ones there. What he grabbed wasn't cash, and upon realizing what he had actually grabbed, he looked at Victoria and nervously made his way towards her. "Uh... Vicky?" Karl began.

"Not..." GROOAAN "now, Karl," Victoria sneered, wanting to have nothing with Karl or the angry group of losers.

"But Vicky-"

"Karl! Can't this wait?"

"But Vicky, you didn't win!"

"Excuse me?" she said, everyone around her extremely curious, for the first time, to what Karl had to say. Even the belly groaned curiously, it trembled in anticipation to this newfound information.

Karl held up a small flask that contained a pint of blood, "I forgot to dump this in the tank... You didn't drink all the blood... Well yet." He added, hoping it would mean something. It didn’t.

Victoria stared at Karl furiously, her blood boiling, teeth grating, fist ballin', she was red in the face with the immense fury that was building up. She trembled and raised herself as high as she could, trying to match Karl's height, a hard task in itself as Karl is quite tall. Karl sank away as he feared what Victoria will do to him. "WHAAAAAT?" She yelled at him at the top of her lungs, seconds before her belly decided to paint the room, and everyone in it, red in a room-shaking splash.

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Margaret sat in her chair, reading a funny book about supernatural romance. She rubbed the small bulge of her belly softly, enjoying a calm night. Susie, in her usual spot, entertained herself with her fruitless attempts to escape.

The door rudely swung open as Victoria trudged into her home. She was clothed in something that looked like a curtain. Her face had a sullen look and her hair was damp. She could feel her shoes sloshing with each step she took.

"Well hey there drippy, what happened?" she asked, mildly curiously.

"Nothing, I drank it all..." Victoria told her, not even looking at her.

"Oh, impressive.... Just in case, you wouldn't be lying to me, would you?" asked Margaret, eyeing her friends avoiding gaze.

"No..." Victoria responded sullenly.

Outside, some yelling could be heard. "Extra, extra!" yelled the gremlin, giving the nightly news, "Read all about it! Local vampire, Victoria Melbourne, exploded in local blood bank after nearly drinking all blood in the vault. She was seen leaving the vicinity wrapped in the curtains from the lobby." his voice trailed off as he continued walking through the neighborhood, giving several other news of the night.

Margaret stared at Victoria with a raised eyebrow, smiling victoriously, "Did you hear that?" she asked.

"Yeah yeah, I exploded..." Victoria answered shamefully.

"NEARLY all the blood?" Margaret replied, holding back laughter, "Sooo... You lost?"

"Don't rub it in!" Victoria barked back.

Marge chuckles, "Well, anyway, I know coming to an early assumption is considered a bad thing, but I took the liberty of finding Susie a friend," Margaret admitted proudly.

"You what?"

"Graaaaaiiiins"

She turned to the sad attempt of a joke, only to find what could only be described as a hippie zombie, not to be confused with the hipster zombies.

Aghast, Victoria turned to her smiling friend, "Really? A hippie? A freaken hippie?" Victoria freaked, "out of all the nasty zombies you could grab, you grab the filthiest of them all?"

Graaaiii-"

"Shut up!!"

The werewolf laughed hard as the vampire slumped on the couch, glaring at her werewolf friend.

"You suck!"

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It was a regular day, like any other. The moon was full and bright and it was actually night. Fooled you!

And in the town of Rupton, being fooled of whether it were day or night would be a crime amongst itself, for everyone is very much aware of the monstrous horrors that lurks in the shadows and awaits once the night hits. It becomes a frantic race to their respective homes or, if they are paranoid enough, to the closest home they can find. What frightens these humble citizens of Rupton were the monsters that infested the town and hides within the shadows of the buildings. It became apparent who these monsters were because during night, it became monsterpalooza as all the vampires, ghosts, zombies, the occasional werewolf and other monsters would come out of their hiding. The vampires and werewolves are probably the ones who make the other monsters feel more safe, given for their immense strength and other abnormal abilities; all the other monsters aren't as powerful as these key monsters... Well, except for the Leviathan but she mysteriously disappeared.

Now that we've established the paranormal, we can focus on who's really important here. Let us begin.

Down a block, off in a obscure part of town, was a seemingly abandoned house, one that gave a supernatural vibe that would intrigue ghost hunters but simple enough that wouldn't cause them to investigate the paranormal, a safe but spooky house. Now in this house we'll see several paranormal beings who reside there, let us see.

The first of the beings, Victoria, a vampire well known in the vampire community, walks into the main living room, still a bit drowsy from the sleep she just got up from and hasn't changed out of her batty pajamas. Rubbing her eyes, she was greeted by her roommate Margaret, and by the looks of it, it seems to be a full moon since she seems to have gone full werewolf. One would advise you to never go fill werewolf, but no one knows why that's a bad thing.

"Didn't know you could transform from within a house" said Vicky, as she went to the fridge to get some juice.

"Didn't know vampires could drink anything else besides blood" answered back Margaret, getting comfortable on her reclining chair.

"Touché," she said. Upon closing the door, Vicky was met face to face with a zombie, "Oh god!" she yelled surprised; she jumped back and ran out of the kitchen, "who's that?" Vicky asked, pointing to the zombie, who seems to find herself trapped within the kitchen counters.

"Oh! That's Susie, she dragged herself in here and hasn't left since" she chuckles.

"Did... Did you trap it in the kitchen?" Vicky asks puzzled.

"Maybe... I didn't make it hard to get out, if she wants she can leave whenever she wants" she claims, though a bit mischievous.

"Why?"

"I like someone to talk to," Margaret admits, "Right, Susie?"

"Braaaiiiins" answered Susie happily... I think.

"Really?" retorted Victoria in disbelief, "its kinda sad keeping someone here against their will just to talk to them... Especially if they can't answer back."

"Hey, what about you and your ghost?" Marge pointed out.

"We talk!"

"About what? Avenging her father's death?"

"Well... We.. Lets forget about this" said Vicky in defeat, taking a seat on the couch, ignoring the laughing werewolf.

Outside, the siren of an ambulance barreling down the street can be heard.

"You know what that reminds me of?" said Victoria, smiling, taking a swig of her juice, "the blood bank."

"It reminds me of that last guy who I bit last week, I wonder how he's doing?" she asks to a chuckling Victoria, "Hey, when was the last time you've been to the blood bank?"

"Ummm... About two weeks ago," Vicky answered.

"What's with the hold up?" Marge asked.

"Well, its just that the last time I was there, I drank all the blood supply." she said proudly.

"Yeah right!" said Marge in disbelief, "Seriously?"

"Seriously!" Victoria claimed.

"I don't believe you," Margaret said, obviously doubting her friend.

"Oh, come on! What do I have to do for you to believe in me?" asked Vicky.

"uhh... Do it again," she answers scoffing, "obviously."

"What?" said Victoria, puzzled.

"Go to the blood bank, drink all the blood, like you swear you did last time, and drag your bloated corpse back to this house, then I'll believe you." she explained, crossing her arms.

"Huh.... Alright, what do I get if I do this?" asks Vicky.

"The pleasure of proving yourself right," smiled Marge.

"...... If I win, Susie leaves," said Victoria automatically.

"Awwww! Well fine! You wanna play hardball? If you lose, I get to give Susie a friend!" wagered Marge.

Realizing what Margaret meant, Victoria responded, "Deal! I'm gonna win and show you off! And Susie will be gone, so its a win-win-win!" With that, she got up and went to change.

As Margaret waited, she turned to her zombie, "Do you think she'll win, Susie?"

"Brraaaiiinsss"

"Yeah, me neither."

Dressed in her black shirt, blue jeans and red jacket, Victoria was set and ready to face this bet head on!

"Wow, that's a cliché outfit" commented Margaret.

"Well, lets see what the zombie thinks. What do you think, Susie?" asked Vicky.

"Brraaaiiinsss"

"See? She likes it" she said proudly.

"You can't understand her," accused Marge, narrowly eyeing her friend.

"Oh, and you can?" shot back Vicky, "Huh?"

Still eyeing her friend narrowly, Marge crossed her arms and responded, "Yes."

"Yea, right" she said, exiting the house and leaving Margaret and Susie alone to their own thoughts.

"Hmmp, good luck," retorted Marge annoyed, turning to her buddy, ".... Whatcha wanna do, Suz?”

"Brraaaiiinsss" Susie responded, clawing at the window.

"You know me so well," she chuckles, "lets do that!"

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Walking with a confident step, Victoria made her way to the blood bank. She was determined to win the bet, and to get rid of that hard-on-the-eyes zombie that Margaret insists is her friend, geez.

Victoria had to stop in her swagger stride to allow a large mob of zombies pass through making there way towards the hospital. Victoria scoffs, "How generic," then proceeded in her ironic stride towards the blood bank. She looked at the multiple houses around her, watching the human citizens sneaking a peak of the striding vampire and any other creatures roaming the town. Several of them make empty promises that they'll rid the town of these nasty monsters, one day. Obviously it never happens.

Once she entered the lobby of the blood bank, she was met with none other than Tina the gorgon behind the counter. Blatantly dressed in her secretary outfit, thinking she's so classy, she took it upon herself to see who enters the blood bank.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to show her face again," Tina greeted.

"Hey, Tina," greeted Vicky emotionlessly. Tina was the last person she wanted to see, though she should have known that this was inevitable given the facts at hand.

"What drags the bat out of her cave?" asked Tine, with a smug smile.

"I'm here to drink blood... Obviously" she replied, ignoring the smile.

"If I may ask, how much?" Tina asked, raising a clipboard to write down the response.

"All of it," she said, determined to wipe that smile off her face.

Tina placed her clipboard down and looked at Vicky in disbelief, "Oh really? Finally going to live up to the lie you told?"

"I did do it! And its because of people like you that I'm going to be doing this again!" Vicky argued.

"Right, right, and your only eyewitness was stabbed two days after your "achievement", how convenient" Tina responded.

"Bill is dead?"

"Mhmm, lucky for you, now that we only have your word to go by, right?" Tina said.

"..... Shut up, Tina" Victoria retorted as she walked passed Tina. As she entered the blood storage, she was met with a crowd of vampires sipping blood from their respective cups happily. As much as Vicky wanted to comment on how cliche these vampires were being, she decided not to due to the sheer amount of pure irony.

"Alright people, listen up!" Vicky called, "I'd like you all to-"

"Vickyyyyyyy!!" called one of the vampires, the most loudmouth one of them all, Karl, best described as the Dracula wannabe. He earned this lousy nickname due to his stubborn need to dress like Dracula.

'oh, great,' Victoria thought, 'It must be butt season because I seem to be running into all of them.'

"Hey, Victoria, what's happening," he greeted extending his arms to hug, Vicky slowly shaking her head, "C'mere," he said as he hugged her anyway patting her back, Victoria not returning the hug. "Hah! I see you haven't changed one bit," he joked, "so what brings you here?"

Tired of all this hullabaloo, she answered stale, "I'm here to drink all the blood, now get-"

"Woah! We have ourself a spectacle!" Karl cheered.

"Wait, no-"

"Hey everybody!" Karl announced, raising his arms in the proper announcing pose, "Our friend Victoria..." he began.

"None of them are my friends" Vicky added.

"Is here to drink all the blood!" the various vampires murmured among each other in response to this peculiar news. "I bet she can't do it!" yelled back one of the doubtful jerks. "Well I guess there is only one way to find out! Everyone, dump your drinks into the main tank! You there!" he ordered to a stray blue skinned vampire, "bring... The hose!"

"Get it yourself, Count Dork."

": ("

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After some unwilling preparations, the drinks have been mostly drained into the tank and a hose has been attached, everyone circled around Victoria, wagering on whether or not she can actually drink it all. The poll leaned against Victoria's side, not many optimistic viewers.

"How much blood do you think there is in there?"

"I don't know, probably around a hundred gallons."

"Alright people, are ready to see an amazing event?" asked Karl enthusiastically.

"Shut up, Nerd!"

"Just stop, Karl," said Victoria, pushing him back into the crowd, "Alright, ready to put your money where your mouth is?"

"Just drink already! I have a lot money in this!"

"Wow, you guys are some real gambling addicted jerks," Victoria deduced, "fine, whatever." She held up the hose, observing it, "how does this work?"

"Its like a soda gun, squirt in your mouth!" someone explained.

"Oh, alright. Lets do this." Shifting the handle in her hand, she placed the nozzle in her mouth and gave the trigger a squeeze. Almost immediately she felt a gush of blood fill her mouth, she barely even had time to swallow the blood flowing through the hose. The flow of blood made its uninterrupted path towards the filling stomach of vampire in no time, making its presence noticeable in under a minute. Her stomach slowly puffed out as the blood made its new residence in there.

Everyone gawked as they watched the relentless vampires swallow gulp after gulp of the blood from the slowly emptying tank. Bubbles rising from the drain, floating their way to the top. Some watched hoping she'll give up soon, others eager to see her drink it all, and others worried.

Victoria was set on drinking it all, she couldn't give Margaret the honor of saying, "I told you so" and she can't have ANOTHER zombie in her home, those undead freaks limping around, dirtying everything. A shiver ran down her spine from the thought of it, or probably from the cool blood rushing down her throat.

"Urp," Victoria nearly choked on the blood as she was lost in thought, she removed the nozzle from her mouth, almost coughing up blood before refraining herself. She looked down to notice that her belly had puffed out into a small orb beneath her shirt. She gave a few rubs to feel its softness, slightly moaning to the touch, smiling even.

"Hey, what's the hold up, you getting full? Ready to give up?"

"Not a chance!" she yelled back, putting a nozzle where her mouth was. Squeezing the trigger, she felt the blood once again flow down to her gut, filling the ever expanding belly before her and everyone else's eyes. She placed a hand on her gut, feeling it pushing out as she drank more of the delicious blood.

Several vampires watched as Victoria swelled beyond the pregnancy look and into the balloon under shirt look. Others watched the tank as it went under one fourth, leaving Vicky three fourths of the tank to go.

Victoria felt like she was on a roll, she could keep drinking for a good, and look! She already drank a fourth of the tank, she has in this in the bag. Bye bye, Susie. On the other hand, the growing orb filled with blood was beginning to get a bit too heavy for Victoria, and unfortunately for her, none of the nice vampires had thought of supplying her with a chair. The floor will have to do, no matter how cold it is to the exposed flesh on her back, sending even more chills through her body, rippling across her belly.

Her belly continued its swelling path as the blood in the tank disappeared into the immense orb of the ash skinned vampire, growing with each gulp.

As half of the tank has been already drained away, several of the greedy vampires were fearing that they were going to lose the shiz load of cash that they had wagered against Victoria.

"We're going to lose big money if she drinks it all, I think we should do something!"

"And get ridiculed for being sore losers? No thank you."

"Hey guys," interjected one of the smaller vampires, "if she isn't going to stop drinking from the hose, and the odds are against her, what would need to happen for her to lose?" he asked curiously, having wagered against her as well.

Several of the perplexed vampires, turning their backs from the enormous, red shaded belly, whose owner is half way done drinking the third fourth of the tank, pondered on this for a bit.

"Hmmm...," one of the vampires thought, "She could vomit, having the flow reverse and head back up her throat." The crowd around him began cheering and booing as they saw Victoria, who's carefully rubbing her dangerously swollen belly, struggling to drink the last tenth of the gallon. The belly was large, overfilled with blood and shining, one could even see it give a slight tremble as the belly had no more give but was receiving much more blood.

"No no, she would have to remove the nozzle for that, and it doesn't look like she will soon." explained another vampire.

"Well, eliminating all mouth related situations, the only one I can think of is if her belly-"

GROOOOOOAAAAANS

The group of greedy vampires turned as they saw a towering orb of flesh, red from either the blood or the pressure building within the belly; behind the orb was the now emptied tank, looking spooky like someone was recently chopped or slaughtered in there. Everyone stared at her, wide eyed, as they realized that not only did they lose a large amount of cash, but that Victoria was telling the truth all along.

GRRROOOOOOOAAAAAAAANNNN

The terrible groans from the belly snapped the crowd out of it, but not causing any of them to be concerned for the bloated vampire. Several of the few who wagered she'd achieve it asked Karl to collect the prize money for them. The losers neared Victoria furiously.

"Oh god...," moaned Vicky, rubbing the small parts of the belly she could reach, "I feel like I over did it." Her belly creaked as the volume of blood within her highly surpassed the volume that her belly can contain, loud groans echoed against the walls of the vault, announcing the building pressure that the giant orb was struggling to contain.

"You cost us a lot of money, you fat fiend!" yelled one of the losers, others adding equally insulting, and albeit lame, remarks to Victoria.

"Oh please... Just leave me be," she moaned, shutting her eyes as she felt the shift and increase of pressure, "you guys are the least of my worries."

Karl was producing the prize cash from his pockets, ready to give them to the few winners patiently waiting. "Alright... Hmm, this can't be all of it," he doubted, reaching into his other pocket see if there were any stray ones there. What he grabbed wasn't cash, and upon realizing what he had actually grabbed, he looked at Victoria and nervously made his way towards her. "Uh... Vicky?" Karl began.

"Not..." GROOAAN "now, Karl," Victoria sneered, wanting to have nothing with Karl or the angry group of losers.

"But Vicky-"

"Karl! Can't this wait?"

"But Vicky, you didn't win!"

"Excuse me?" she said, everyone around her extremely curious, for the first time, to what Karl had to say. Even the belly groaned curiously, it trembled in anticipation to this newfound information.

Karl held up a small flask that contained a pint of blood, "I forgot to dump this in the tank... You didn't drink all the blood... Well yet." He added, hoping it would mean something. It didn’t.

Victoria stared at Karl furiously, her blood boiling, teeth grating, fist ballin', she was red in the face with the immense fury that was building up. She trembled and raised herself as high as she could, trying to match Karl's height, a hard task in itself as Karl is quite tall. Karl sank away as he feared what Victoria will do to him. "WHAAAAAT?" She yelled at him at the top of her lungs, seconds before her belly decided to paint the room, and everyone in it, red in a room-shaking splash.

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Margaret sat in her chair, reading a funny book about supernatural romance. She rubbed the small bulge of her belly softly, enjoying a calm night. Susie, in her usual spot, entertained herself with her fruitless attempts to escape.

The door rudely swung open as Victoria trudged into her home. She was clothed in something that looked like a curtain. Her face had a sullen look and her hair was damp. She could feel her shoes sloshing with each step she took.

"Well hey there drippy, what happened?" she asked, mildly curiously.

"Nothing, I drank it all..." Victoria told her, not even looking at her.

"Oh, impressive.... Just in case, you wouldn't be lying to me, would you?" asked Margaret, eyeing her friends avoiding gaze.

"No..." Victoria responded sullenly.

Outside, some yelling could be heard. "Extra, extra!" yelled the gremlin, giving the nightly news, "Read all about it! Local vampire, Victoria Melbourne, exploded in local blood bank after nearly drinking all blood in the vault. She was seen leaving the vicinity wrapped in the curtains from the lobby." his voice trailed off as he continued walking through the neighborhood, giving several other news of the night.

Margaret stared at Victoria with a raised eyebrow, smiling victoriously, "Did you hear that?" she asked.

"Yeah yeah, I exploded..." Victoria answered shamefully.

"NEARLY all the blood?" Margaret replied, holding back laughter, "Sooo... You lost?"

"Don't rub it in!" Victoria barked back.

Marge chuckles, "Well, anyway, I know coming to an early assumption is considered a bad thing, but I took the liberty of finding Susie a friend," Margaret admitted proudly.

"You what?"

"Graaaaaiiiins"

She turned to the sad attempt of a joke, only to find what could only be described as a hippie zombie, not to be confused with the hipster zombies.

Aghast, Victoria turned to her smiling friend, "Really? A hippie? A freaken hippie?" Victoria freaked, "out of all the nasty zombies you could grab, you grab the filthiest of them all?"

Graaaiii-"

"Shut up!!"

The werewolf laughed hard as the vampire slumped on the couch, glaring at her werewolf friend.

"You suck!"