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HALLOWEEN BONUS ART:
TITLE: HAVE A SPOOKY KINGFISHERMAS
(The title incorporates a pumpkin and an arching cat silhouette, and is surrounded by candy corn, hearts, and the moon besides.
The scene below has Francesca dressed as a witch flying a broom through the night sky, Demetri feeling unsafe huddled on the back
of the broom. Below, Jack and Karl are oblivious, trying to make out. As Jack opens Karl's shirt, though, bats fly out of those tatts,
hitting him in the face. Jack is annoyed.)
(We see Sharon and Vitus still canoodling from the last comic, same
shadows, no visible audience this time. She's feeling some kind of way.)
SHARON: You're not just a sex weirdo, are you, Victor? Seen through you, I have.
(Vitus looks at her soulfully, looking like a young sexy Christopher Walken.)
VITUS: What? The bites? It's just for kicks, love, I swear.
(Sharon looks sad and Vitus looks like a comic character.)
SHARON: But you're to move on, concealing your immortality thusly.
VITUS: It's just wanderlust, my dear.
(Inside a bathroom stall, young Margot can hear their conversation, and shows interest in her eyes.)
VITUS: (off screen, through wall) Don't do this to yourself...
(Margot comes busting out of the stall ready to reveal the existence of
the undead to her mom. Mom is in the foreground looking annoyed.)
MARGOT: Did you hear that, mommy? I knew I sa--
(At the wash basin, mom lectures Margot.)
MAUDE: We don't eavesdrop, Margot. Even if you hear, don't pay attention. No wonder you took so long.
MARGOT: Er, sorry.
(Vitus is soothing Sharon and she's blushing.)
VITUS: Never doubt how special you are, Sharon. You deserve better than this.
SHARON: Tell us another one.
(Vitus lets his lips do the talking, kissy style.)
(Oh crap! Farley has appeared in biker clothes, talons spread like jazz hands, mocking them with rolled eyes.)
FARLEY: Well, la-dee-da!
VITUS: Fuck off, Feargal.
SHARON: Mm hm
(Outside the truck stop, night has fallen and two motorcycles ride away.)
(Vitus and Farley are on the bikes, chatting. As vampires, they can hear
soft sounds under loud ones, like talking under motorcycle engines.)
VITUS: We're done here, Farl. They're onto us.
FARLEY: It's a fair cop.
(Vitus and Farley still chat, eyes glowing in the night, a car driving past.)
FARLEY: It's for the best. You still ride like a grandma.
(We see young Margot in the back of her parents' car, bunched in her coat, watching vampire eyes glow.)