"Roses are red, violets are blue, you're my property now, and he is, too." The girl leaned down to plant a sinister kiss on the top of one of the junkies heads. She licked her red lips and surveyed the room. "It fucking stinks in here. Don't you people have any dignity?" Suddenly, she burst into a sharp peal of laughter. "Oh, Darwin, they're perfect. Round them up and load them in the truck."
The vampire companion wrinkled his brow dubiously. "Your majesty, forgive me but...these are all...children. Strung out children on drugs. They'll taste absolutely disgusting."
Faye put her hands on her narrow hips and raised an eyebrow. "We're going to clean them up." She picked up the wasted arm of an unconscious, scrawny girl. "And fatten them up. They'll be as good as new and what's better...no one will even notice they're gone. They live in a compost pile in an abandoned barn. They're human detritus, so like I said? They're perfect."
Darwin nodded and motioned for the other vampires to begin carrying the dirty humans out. None of them even had enough wherewithal to struggle. It was pathetic, but he knew the Queen took a perverse joy in the most pathetic of creatures.
She skipped out of the barn, her deceivingly youthful frame traipsing through the knee-high grass. It scratched deliciously against her bare legs, and she tilted her pale face up toward the star-strewn sky. Hopping up onto the back of the truck, the straw-haired vampire spread her arms out wide. "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free."
The Queen stepped over the slumped figures to climb up front into the cab. Darwin was behind the wheel, looking as nervous as it was possible for a bloodthirsty creature to. Faye turned to him, her expression clearing of her previous glee. "A war is coming," she said quietly. "And we're going to be prepared." She looked over her shoulder at her cargo. "My crops."