"This is Hellish!" Salina said over her shoulder to her apish companion, then shuddered and cackled.
Bloody streaks, black in the moonlight, coursed down her milk-white breasts and belly, dripped to form a pool on the grass in Salem Cemetary.
"The things I do to win the treasure for 'most gruesome costume.'" She grimaced, then said, "And I suppose you're goin' to make me go halvers with you for the props, aren't ya? Where'd you get all this fake blood, anyways?"
The simian-like being paused in his pouring, his bucket still resting on Salina's shoulder. He looked at her through narrow-slitted eyes, said, "You wanted FAKE blood?"