On the last day of filming, Luna handed him a script for a sequel. He read the title aloud: “Una Loca Pelicula de Vampiros 2: The Musical.”
When Paco yelled “Action!” and Vlad stumbled through his lines (“I will succ your bluuud!”), Esteban watched from behind a tombstone, utterly bewildered. Then he started laughing. Not an evil laugh — a genuine, wheezing, centuries-old laugh. He hadn’t laughed since the Inquisition. Una Loca Pelicula de Vampiros
During the next shoot, when the producers walked on set to fire Paco, Esteban unleashed his true power. He didn’t hurt them. He simply transformed into a bat, flew circles around their heads, and whispered embarrassing secrets from their childhoods into their ears — secrets they’d told no one. Then he turned into mist and reformed behind them, fangs glinting. On the last day of filming, Luna handed
“Sign the contract,” he said politely. “Or I visit you every night… with improv.” Not an evil laugh — a genuine, wheezing,
And the crew laughed, wrapped their arms around each other, and for the first time in centuries, Esteban felt something warmer than blood run through his undead heart.