Amlan/Marcus: Transylvania-Sharp

Portrait of vampire-inquiry (and quest) that makes 'mark' of two Western world (American Homeland) adventurers/trekkers in Romania recorders of (simple) jitters.

Vampire short. Happy Saturday's Eve (post-midnight), all (thanks for reading), 

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AMLAN: This trek to Transylvania finds us making mark of blood-immortals maps?

MARCUS: We're prepped, trained, schooled, journal-noted, and adventurous, pal!
AMLAN: Our hostess lady in Romania (Esmerelda?) shall move us to good image?
MARCUS: We're carrying Holy Water and 'classic' weaponry for vampire-hunting now.

AMLAN: Do you believe vampires (blood-drinkers) are somehow beings of psyche?

MARCUS: We studied it all...Dracula, Van Helsing, modern cults (etc.); good-IQ.

AMLAN: Well, Esmerelda shall find us social media jar (Facebook-like).

Our protagonist 'princes' of vampire scholarship (Amlan/Marcus) made-way to Romania/Transylvania for a 'cool' vampire map construction post-study/prep in the Western world (American Homeland) for a good adventure of blood-immortals inquiry. Why did humans rely on water, while vampires relied on blood (for sustainability)? That's the inquiry that made Amlan/Marcus so prone for vampire 'examination' and drew them to the Euro-hostess (Esmerelda) who found their cyber-representation (all) the right-stuff for castle-keep invitation language (for the Ego). Follow along, friends (Facebook-like!).

ESMERELDA: Holy Water.
AMLAN/MARCUS: We know vampires are thought of as cult-chic, but it's religion!

ESMERELDA: You've arrows tipped with silver...but that's for lycanthropy, no?

AMLAN/MARCUS: Specters living on alternative energy require mass-jellyfish, lady.

ESMERELDA: You two heroes seem classed for this bloody-life jagged edge (ok).

AMLAN/MARCUS: Why'd you become a vampire-questions hostess for Transylvania?

ESMERELDA: Let's say I like reading the words of jitters (e.g., Bram Stoker).

AMLAN/MARCUS: Facebook-like?

Amlan and Marcus ended up fleeing Transylvania, post-encounters with blood-immortals in the streets of Romania; and while they were (adequately!) armed with silver-arrows and Holy Water loaded into toy water-guns (ha), they felt those eerie 'feelings' that their hostess-lady (Esmerelda) had betrayed them to creatures/specters of the moonlight to make their inquiry more justified (for leviathan/uncertainty). Had they found the liquid-language of Earth world shine? What do you think?

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)