No shit, there I was on the bus, doodling away ....

Right, so you're in the bus going down the usual bus route when one of the passengers comments that it's dark. Glanced out and realised and it's dark, dark. Dark like the darkness is eating up the brief headlights passing you on what is usually a fairly major busy street.

The same passenger, this teenage kid dressed in baggy gangster wannabe comments with smug superiority that he had called his friend before he had come over. The entire east side is blacked out.

Another passenger, this scruffy looking guy who reeks of the cigarette he's been playing with pipes up. "Any of you know who Vlad the Impaler is?"

Icka, the lone female in the back of the bus, raises her hand. The two guys and the emo-goth boy glance over. The guy who asked nods, looking sceptical. "Really? What do y'know of him?"

"He's the guy they based Dracula off of..." Icka leans forward over the empty seat in front of her and shrugs. "Got the name from impaling his victims on large upright stakes. Was supposedly known for doing this while eating dinner and listening to the screams."

"Exactly!" Guy leans back looking at the other two. "You know who Dracula is, right?"

"Yeah." The other two nod. Glance outside, trying to figure out what street intersection we may have passed. None of the street signs are lit and the glare from the bus isn't enough to read the reflective green ones at the non-light intersections.

"I gotta get off the bus soon, but there's enough time for me t'tell you this story real quick." Guy slides into the next seat over, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees conspiratorially.

( And then the spooky story slips sideways into mis-information of comedic proportions. )

For those who don't know Vlad Tepes and want the real story, go check him out.