Dracjulio

The night is his blood pumping neck. He rests daily in preparation of his daily feeding. Problem is, a few hoes across the street can't seem to ever stop slumber partying and it's killing his sleeping rituals. He can stand it no longer. They must stop this reckless abandonment and prepare for the wrath of a mere immortal soul... who has simply consumed the human format in which he resides. Can the terror stop? Or better yet, will it ever begin? Only Dracjulio knows for sure, and so will you once you watch this trash.