(This is a rush transcript. Copy may not be in its final form.)
The Queen arrived on the palace balcony. She set his black bag with pointed gold teeth on the stone. The crowd - restless after the attacks - was immediately calm. The Earl made the vampiric salute, the crowd responded with saves and sang "Draculas forever".
At the old corner bar, a pale, big-headed bald man drank next to a woman in a black cape and bat wings strapped to her wrist.
- Drink Batman, this old woman won't shut up until lines of tourist buses arrive.
She didn't seem to care. She was pale and distant.
- I wonder how it all started. I have a lamia friend, she swears she had a vamp-soldier boyfriend who told her it all started when a politician proposed taxing billionaires for free health and education. The nobility began to create "balls of vice" and "parades of the shadows", commented in the magazines and news on the TV.
The bald man said:
- The glow of power: you are a poor aristocrat, the poor below you must die.
Lucas, an urban ghoul, arrived with news:
- The queen was murdered!
Panic washed over the bar. A damsel-in-danger passed out. Classic vampires fired shots, and teenage cyber-vampires connected their viewer.
The bat woman spoke in the bald man's ear:
- Let's get out of here. Can anyone tell the secret service what we just said?
People were running around the streets disoriented, and the black bag was still somewhere in the palace.
Afonso Junior Lima
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