The producers signed. The movie was saved.
The End.
But the trouble began when the studio executives arrived — two slick producers who wanted to cut the budget and add product placement for garlic-scented deodorant. They laughed at Esteban’s “special effects” and threatened to shut down the movie. Una Loca Pelicula de Vampiros
And the crew laughed, wrapped their arms around each other, and for the first time in centuries, Esteban felt something warmer than blood run through his undead heart. The producers signed
When Paco yelled “Action!” and Vlad stumbled through his lines (“I will succ your bluuud!”), Esteban watched from behind a tombstone, utterly bewildered. Then he started laughing. Not an evil laugh — a genuine, wheezing, centuries-old laugh. He hadn’t laughed since the Inquisition. But the trouble began when the studio executives
He smiled — a real smile, with just a hint of fang. “Loco,” he said. “But perfect.”
During the next shoot, when the producers walked on set to fire Paco, Esteban unleashed his true power. He didn’t hurt them. He simply transformed into a bat, flew circles around their heads, and whispered embarrassing secrets from their childhoods into their ears — secrets they’d told no one. Then he turned into mist and reformed behind them, fangs glinting.