Presenting the ravishing, red-hot Irizarri, undead, whose make-up was done by the fabulous Anita Bhatt of Vicious Dolls
So the woman in the fridge wanted to kill me and to drain all of the blood out of my body. Usually, it's the other way around.
She said her name was Irizarri. It was strange. I'd seen her face thousands of times before. By the front door of my apartment, a portrait hangs of Countess Irraziri, the infamous Countess from the 1800s who locked hundreds of peasant women in her refrigerator just for cruel kicks. You could say she's my patron saint. So anyway, this smokingly hot siren who'd introduced herself as Irazarri looked exactly like The Countess. So I couldn't resist locking her in my refrigerator. But it turned out she didn't just look like the Countess. She was the Countess. The undead. A vampiress. I saw something like this happen on the 1960s/1970s soap opera Dark Shadows once. Some coincidence!
She had fangs. Big ones. She had a body that wouldn't quit, even 200 years after her pulse had. She was evil incarnate. I was crazy about her right away. As the room turned all red and green and hazy, I realized I was under some sinister spell. Slipping into a trance. Falling under her evil influence. Losing my free will.
I didn't want to wind up bloodless and in "cold storage," as Siouxsie once sang, in my own refrigerator where I had locked up dozens of women. So I grabbed a string of garlic, a major turn-off for all vampires, and she starting hissing and retreating back into the fridge.
There were still a few hours until the sun was going to rise so I decided it was time to break out the big guns and to lay this luscious-looking bloodsucker to rest.
Rest in peace, kitten! It's steak and mallot time!
