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Here are the steps for making Bleeding Vampire Cupcakes!
1) Bake a batch of your favorite cupcakes. Red Velvet, Vanilla and Chocolate are favorites.
2) After cupcakes are cooled, use a pointed sharp knife to carefully cut a cone out of the center of the cupcake. Be sure to tilt your knife outwards so you create a cone shape.
3) Take the cone out and set it aside.
4) Open a jar or can of cherry pie filling and puree it in a blender or food processor.
5) Spoon pureed cherry pie filling into the center of the cone’d cupcakes.
6) Take the previously cut out cones and carefully cut the top off of them, setting the pointy part aside. Use the flat top part of the cone as a cap for the pie filling hole.
7) The bleeding cupcakes are now ready to be frosted! Use a white frosting.
8) Once cupcakes are frosted, dip a toothpick in the cherry pie filling (get a generous amount on the toothpick), and stab the cupcake near the edge. Dip the toothpick in the pie filling again and dribble some filling from out of the hole to make it look like a bleeding vampire bite. Do this twice.
Sounds of the Season:
This is the opening sequence of The Hunger, a very stylish 80s vampire movie. The delicious irony of Catherine Deneuve and David Bowie as vampires, hunting with Bauhaus singing "Bela Lugosi's Dead" in the background is very 80s.
I played this endlessly as I wrote the club scene in "Between Despair and Ecstasy."
They prowled the disreputable clubs and warehouses, following hints and leads. Many times, the ungodlies found them first. Marcus knew he would never get used to seeing the beasts, some of which had once been human, as they snarled and clawed in their death agonies. He'd mastered the pistol-grip crossbow very quickly, but a small sliver-edged halberd was his favorite.
As the summer passed, the hunts took longer along with the hours of darkness. The city seemed to have an infestation of vampires, like cockroaches coming out at night. Marcus dreaded winter.
The warehouse reeked of blood and death, the industrial moan of Bauhaus chanting "Undead undead undead" over the club speakers setting Marcus' teeth on edge. New vampires, especially young ones, would sometimes set up a club like this, welcoming humans in as refreshments. Tonight, Halloween of all nights, he and Samil had attended.
Now, they were nearly through with the evening's work and Marcus was thoroughly pissed off. His favorite black silk shirt was drenched in slimy undead blood, his chaps were stained and his beltloops shredded. His eyeliner and warpaint had streaked from back-splash and he dreaded trying to wash both blood and product from his hair.
It had been easy at first. A dance with a pretty girl or pretty boy that ended with a quick and quiet staking. Then the body propped quietly in the corner with a drink and a rebuke that the dancer hadn't needed another. But that had only eliminated a dozen or so before someone realized the dead ones weren't just drunk and raised the alarm. Then he and Samil had fled to the stairs, peppering the room with crossbow bolts, eliminating the rest.
At his feet, one vampire twitched. Marcus rammed his halberd into the thing's face with far too much satisfaction. Samil shoved the staked DJ aside and turned off the sound system. Marcus breathed more easily and continued patrolling.
He never saw what hit him.
One instant, he was stabbing a mostly-dead bloodsucker in the face. The next, a metal piece–-the tip of a sword-–protruded from his own chest. He couldn't catch his breath to cry out.
He heard Samil scream with rage as he went to his knees. Cold pain, a warm wash of blood and darkness swallowed him. The sound of Samil shouting "Eli, Eli!" as a battle-cry followed him down into death.
A Variety of pictures.
Here are the steps for making Bleeding Vampire Cupcakes!
1) Bake a batch of your favorite cupcakes. Red Velvet, Vanilla and Chocolate are favorites.
2) After cupcakes are cooled, use a pointed sharp knife to carefully cut a cone out of the center of the cupcake. Be sure to tilt your knife outwards so you create a cone shape.
3) Take the cone out and set it aside.
4) Open a jar or can of cherry pie filling and puree it in a blender or food processor.
5) Spoon pureed cherry pie filling into the center of the cone’d cupcakes.
6) Take the previously cut out cones and carefully cut the top off of them, setting the pointy part aside. Use the flat top part of the cone as a cap for the pie filling hole.
7) The bleeding cupcakes are now ready to be frosted! Use a white frosting.
8) Once cupcakes are frosted, dip a toothpick in the cherry pie filling (get a generous amount on the toothpick), and stab the cupcake near the edge. Dip the toothpick in the pie filling again and dribble some filling from out of the hole to make it look like a bleeding vampire bite. Do this twice.
Sounds of the Season:
This is the opening sequence of The Hunger, a very stylish 80s vampire movie. The delicious irony of Catherine Deneuve and David Bowie as vampires, hunting with Bauhaus singing "Bela Lugosi's Dead" in the background is very 80s.
I played this endlessly as I wrote the club scene in "Between Despair and Ecstasy."
They prowled the disreputable clubs and warehouses, following hints and leads. Many times, the ungodlies found them first. Marcus knew he would never get used to seeing the beasts, some of which had once been human, as they snarled and clawed in their death agonies. He'd mastered the pistol-grip crossbow very quickly, but a small sliver-edged halberd was his favorite.
As the summer passed, the hunts took longer along with the hours of darkness. The city seemed to have an infestation of vampires, like cockroaches coming out at night. Marcus dreaded winter.
The warehouse reeked of blood and death, the industrial moan of Bauhaus chanting "Undead undead undead" over the club speakers setting Marcus' teeth on edge. New vampires, especially young ones, would sometimes set up a club like this, welcoming humans in as refreshments. Tonight, Halloween of all nights, he and Samil had attended.
Now, they were nearly through with the evening's work and Marcus was thoroughly pissed off. His favorite black silk shirt was drenched in slimy undead blood, his chaps were stained and his beltloops shredded. His eyeliner and warpaint had streaked from back-splash and he dreaded trying to wash both blood and product from his hair.
It had been easy at first. A dance with a pretty girl or pretty boy that ended with a quick and quiet staking. Then the body propped quietly in the corner with a drink and a rebuke that the dancer hadn't needed another. But that had only eliminated a dozen or so before someone realized the dead ones weren't just drunk and raised the alarm. Then he and Samil had fled to the stairs, peppering the room with crossbow bolts, eliminating the rest.
At his feet, one vampire twitched. Marcus rammed his halberd into the thing's face with far too much satisfaction. Samil shoved the staked DJ aside and turned off the sound system. Marcus breathed more easily and continued patrolling.
He never saw what hit him.
One instant, he was stabbing a mostly-dead bloodsucker in the face. The next, a metal piece–-the tip of a sword-–protruded from his own chest. He couldn't catch his breath to cry out.
He heard Samil scream with rage as he went to his knees. Cold pain, a warm wash of blood and darkness swallowed him. The sound of Samil shouting "Eli, Eli!" as a battle-cry followed him down into death.
A Variety of pictures.
