(Talking to yourself, Hannah?
*shifty eyes.... munches on a can of frosting...* OMNOMNOMNOM.
I'll go smack Spencer, since he seems to not have gotten on yet.)
I wrestled the Chupathingy towards the sun as Stefan swiftly backed out of our way. I was busy yelling at the monsterous monster, attempting to one up something that couldn't talk back. Yes, it is a talent of mine.
"You wanna dance, Beastie? Well, take this!" I shoved the foul creature into a patch of sunlight. "That's right, WRITHE IN PAIN! LIKE THE LITTLE GAY SPARKLE... Well, you don't sparkle, and you're not a vampire, and that's slightly hypocritical cuz I sparkle... JUST WRITHE IN PAIN... LIKE DRACULA. HAHAHA!" I pointed and laughed until the beastie wriggled out of the sun and jumped back on me. I charged and trucked it back into a huge patch of sun, pinning it to the ground as it slowly hissed and started steaming and deflating... Eww. I stood up in a puddle of black goo that wouldn't come off. I started freaking out, thinking it was the evil black stuff from Spiderman 3, until I realized that it wasn't moving, I was, nor did I feel the need to turn emo or any more arrogant than I already was. Phew.
I turned to the big black tarp that covered Monica and Rosa. "So, was it the elixir or Wentz-perfume you grabbed?" I asked.