Hypnotic Powers

Velma the Vegan Vampire, Chapter 3, continues from yesterday

This story is not suitable for readers under 12

Transforming into the mist again, Velma returned swiftly to the restaurant where she entered through the kitchen air vent. Three busy members of staff, wearing bandanas, aprons and sensible shoes, stopped suddenly when they were startled by a dark-haired woman wearing a stern frown. The head chef was angry and would have shouted at her to get out of his kitchen had he been able to speak. He would have grabbed her arm and dragged her out of his kitchen had he been able to move. The vampire’s hypnotic powers were strong.

“You are racked with guilt about what you’ve been doing,” Velma made eye contact with each of them in turn. “You know how wrong it is to torture and kill innocent beings and if you do it again you will endure every agony you would cause them.” She leaned in closer and whispered “in perpetuity.”

Then she took the living lobster from the still motionless hand of the head chef, and gently carried him into the dining room.

She spoke to the silent, motionless diners in the same low, commanding voice. “It is now against the law to cook or dismember live animals. Anyone participating in, or paying for, such heinous violence, will feel the full force of the law and face life in prison.” She walked slowly among the tables, making eye contact with every single one of them. Then, as she gently placed the lobster back in the salt-water tank, she concluded, “Being filled with remorse for even considering eating in a place like this, you will immediately contact your local marine animal rescue organisation and ensure that these animals are safely returned to the wild.” She opened the fire exit door and walked out calmly, transforming herself to mist as soon as she was out of their sight.

The mist took a route she’d followed earlier that evening, and slipped under the the black front door of a terraced house. The house was shared by two slimy tenants who worked at the bank together. Two more slimy colleagues socialised with them, one of whom wore a red shirt with a black tie. They all drank and watched unsavoury television. Loudly.

The Velma Mist became the Velma Bat and attached herself to the banister of the stairs behind them.

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Come back tomorrow for the conclusion of Chapter 3, unless you want to read it now 😀

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