Last Saturday my friend made a Halloween themed 10-year-old birthday party for her daughter. I know Halloween is far away, but her daughter wanted a Halloween party so...
Well, since last year I play the "monster" of the party. It's like the clown that goes to entertain the kids only that it's a spawn of darkness bent on destroying their bodies and souls. And they think it's fun.
Last year I was a brain-eating zombie and this year I was Count Zecula, uncle of Edward. Interestingly, when I claimed I wanted to drink all their blood and turn them into vampires the kids were more then happy to offer necks and wrists. That was sort of a turn off. I thought then, what horrible threat I could make to scare them. Actually that was the whole point of the thing, they wanted me to run after then, but it needed a good excuse. Then I got it. I said that I wanted a bride to go back with me to Transylvania to marry me and a slave to work for me - I had to scare both girls and boys after all. *That* worked.
So, that's the lesson of the weekend about the younger generations: sell your soul to the infernal forces of darkness in exchange for being a glamourous and powerful undead? H**l, yeah! Marriage and work? Run for you lives!
By the way, after about an hour of running, three little girls decided they actually wanted to marry the vampire. There was a small cemetary in the garden and one of the boys was the priest. The unholly alliance was celebrated there and right after the "yeses" the "wives" started demanding that I had to cook, iron, do the laundry and do all the chores. Besides, if we were moving to Transyvalnia, they would not accept economic class for the trip (they actually said this!) but only the richest one. And I'd better cut their nails(!), comb their hairs and obey them or they would divorce me and take my money (yep, they also said this!)