Town Of Vampires

Oh, there you are BOILS AND GHOULS!  I, CREEPS, have to be a FEAR-LEADER at QUICKEN GROANS ARENA!  THE CAVAL-FEARS are SLAYING THE MINNESOTA WEREWOLVES hee-hee-hee-hee.  I am doubling as A SCORE-CREEPER, but here's a preview of THE HALF-SLIME SHOW.  About a coachman who visits a village called...
Over in Romania, a horse-drawn carriage arrived in a village back in 1875.  A coachman called out, "vhoa!" to his two horses and the animals halted by a store.  The coachman went into the store and rang the bell on the front desk.  An elderly shop-keeper showed up from the back.  "Ah, greetings sir.  How may I assist ye?" he said to the coachman, wondering with a smile.  "Ah, hello sir.  I just arrived here in zis town, and am on a trip across zis country!" he explained.  "I see.  Vell, velcome to Town Of Vampires sir" the shop-keeper welcomed the coachman.  
"Town Of Vampires sir?!  Ah, Romania 'tis filled vith ze blood-sucking creatures" the coachman concluded.  "Yes, it 'tis" the shop-keeper agreed.  "A malevolent vampire 'tis stalking and doing batttle vith ze benevolent vampires of zis village sir" the shop-keeper told him.  That night, the coachman was sleeping in a bed in a boarding house and someone came into the room.  They were in a light-purple cape and hissed loudly, waking the coachman.  He saw they were a vampire, and it hissed, peering at him with red-glowing pupils in its blackened-eyes.  
The coachman screamed, getting out of bed in a flash, as the blood-sucker scraped the pillow with its red, piercing-claws.  With its black hair and its fangs in its quivering-mouth, the vampire struck the coachman across his chest with its claws.  He gasped and jerked in the dark.  The vampire oozed yellow slime from its mouth, ready to strike a second time.  As the beast got close up to the coachman, he decapitated it with a hatchet.  The body oozing out yellow slime, fell to the floor.  
The next day, the coachman returned to the shop-keeper.  He drank a bottle of wine as the shop-keeper smiled at him.  "Hello sir.  I decapitated ze malevolent vampire last evening.  Zis village has nothing to vorry about any longer" the coachman explained to the old man.  "Hello sir.  Zank ye very much!" he rejoiced, gratefully.  "Ye are quite velcome sir.  Ye see, it 'tis quite easier to accomplish zat, when ye are a benevolent vampire like I am!" the coachman responded, with his flesh turning pale-white, his eyes becoming solid-black like his hair, as he stood in his white cloak.
Well, as I always SLAY, ONE DECAPITATED HEAD IS BETTER THAN NONE aha-ha-ha-ha-ha!  And what a REVOLTING-REVEALING of the coachman.  He sure LOOKED HIS BEAST when he came back to the shop heh-heh-heh.