Bloodfuckers
If ever there was I time that I loved her, it was in that instant - Holding her fur, kissing her face, and feeling the warmth of her blood as it ran down my fingers.
Then I bit her head off because I don't actually have a brain.
And then I fucked the spot where her head was because this is Sparta.
But it was too late to do anything because the cliche levels had already exceeded the point of no return. This wangy glitterfuck vampire universe was going to implode by virtue of its sheer lack of any details to differentiate itself from other vampire universes. The herald of doom swooped down on his black stallion as a most righteously epic funk bass solo inexplicably filled the air. It was Shaft, the guy who takes care of duplicate universes like this one. (He's been pretty busy lately).
"IMMA FUCK YOU RIGHT IN THE AORTA, BITCH!"
He proclaimed in sweet, sweet baritone.
He then fucked everything all at once with his enormous omnicock.
Then he left quite hastily because he had fifteen duplicate Bleach-clone Animu universes to consolidate today too.