"Rah, rah, ah, ah, ah!" Gaga cried out into the night as she ran, fangs bared, towards her intended victim.
The young man tripped and looked up. There was a look of pure terror as Gaga jumped on him and sank her teeth into his neck.
But this would not be the end for this handsome young man, she would give him her ugly, her disease. After tonight he would be one of the living dead.
After drinking him nearly dry, she lifted one gloved hand to his mouth. Taking a silver dagger in the other she cut open her finger and placed it into his mouth so that he might drink of her blood. The next night he would wake feeling heavy and wooden. It would be the first night of his un-life.
But for now, she would send a servant to gather the boy. The night was young, and she had mischief yet to make.
"What shall you do now, m-lady," asked her servant upon arrival. He continued, "Perhaps we could go . . ."
"I don't want to be friends!," she cut him off.
"Of course," he replied and was off into the night, where he would seek out her haven.
Lady Gaga, looked out at the lights of the city. What would she do now? She walked into the club. Another young man approached her on the dance floor. He looked at her and began to speak.
She just him off moving one finger to his lips. She looked into his eyes and said softly, "Just dance."
And it all began again.
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