Fever f***** Niki and thats f***** up but

Fever f***** Niki and thats f***** up but i think I should cause I'm good at it Forget about it Drake I go harder and so deep she thought i hit her granddaughter

Paula hit pause and turned to the audience and gazed at them with her beautiful soul-filled eyes. "Does anyone want to comment on what we have just seen? How it has touched you?"

Fred raised his trembling hand. "Fred?" Paula prompted. "I've been touched like that before," Fred spoke slowly, remembering. "I...I...don't think..." Fred burst into tears. Paula

suddenly smiled, and Fred looked up at her, then stepped back, horrified. Paula revealed a pair of glinting teeth, pointed at the ends. "Oh my god..." Fred whispered, hoping that

Paula wasn't a vampire. After all, it's no secret that Paula is short for Dracula. "Oh my god," Fred said again, "Could it be true, Paula? For your teeth are very long and sharp."

pair of popsicle sticks so she had to get creative when it was time to feed. Paula took a syringe and a straw f rom from the cupboard. The vampire bats in her belfry watched

in horror as she stabbed the popsicle sticks into her eyeballs, screaming in agony. She took the syringe and plunged it into her neck, drawing blood and drinking it with the straw.

"What is going on here?" her mother said as she entered the room. "What are my popsicle sticks doing in your eyes? And WHAT are you doing with my syringe? Get that out of your neck

and mother reached for her - a dummy, in the bed. She used her mother's own wig to fool her. Mother ripped the One Direction poster, the hole in the wall was huge, she was gone.