The Adventures Of El Gran Candomble - 1

   El Gran Candomble sat on his favourite heap at the local dump, wondering if he could make a weapon of mass destruction with a dozen tin cans, a circuit board and the innards of a sewing machine,
   It was his favourite kind of night, clear and mild with a round white moon. He had a full stomach and there was no one around to bug him. Just him and his beautiful, lovely junk. Of course, he didn't actually have the technical expertise to build any of his inventions but he had imagination. He had dreams - which was not really surprising as he slept fifteen hours each day.
   He became aware of a presence that made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. Turning around with the air of one who knows his place and that place is at the top, he eyed the newcomer with disdain.
   'Get off my land,' he growled.
   The newcomer smirked. 'It's the Municipal Dump', he retorted, swishing his red satin lined cloak around his stick thin body. 'And you're just a cat.'
   El Gran Candomble pulled himself up to his full height - all of twelve inches - and puffed out his magnificent tail. 'And you are?'
   'I go by many names. I am Nosferatu, I am Revenans, I am Wampyr, I am -'
   'Yes, but what's your name?'
   'My name would drive a dagger of fear into the heart of mortals.'
   El Gran Candomble sighed and examined his paw. The newcomer found this disconcerting. 'I am a vampire, you little fleabag!' he hissed.
   'Oh big whoop,' said El Gran Candomble. 'So what can you do that I can't?'
   The vampire was thoughtful for a moment. 'I have exceptionally sharp teeth.'
   El Gran Candomble yawned, showing his own very fine fangs.
   'Well, my finger nails are like scalpels.'
   The cat stretched out his front paws, his claws glinting in the moonlight.
   'I travel by night and none hear my passing.'
   His little audience was still not impressed.
   ‘I can trace my family tree back to Vlad Tepes.’
   ‘Yeah, well, my ancestors are buried in the pyramids of Giza.’
   'I kill those weaker than myself and drink their blood.
   'Well, duh.'
   The vampire was starting to look distinctly stressed. He dithered about, wringing his hands fretfully.
   'I've got it!' he cried, a little spittle on his chin. 'Look, I bet you can't do this.'
   With that, his human body transformed into a that of a bat.
   'Hmm, interesting,' said El Gran Candomble, 'half bird, half mouse.'
   There was the briefest flicker of activity.
   'Tastes like chicken,' he thought, before slinking away into the night.