A note written to be read: Hey guess what? I'm not dead. 5th chapter is actually up. It keeps going and going. Okay. This could get a little weird, so I suggest that you hold onto something. Read and review and live happily never after.

Zim and Gir arrived home late that night. Zim made Gir vacuum the interior of the Voot, since there was ground beef EVERYWHERE, and went straight down to his lab to think up a new plan that hopefully wouldn't be such a dismal failure as this adventure had been. He spent most of the night there, plotting and devising while Gir watched TV after finishing the vacuuming. Exciting, eh? Well, at about 4:00 in the morning (in human time) Zim's mouth started to ache.

"My mouth is aching," He said. "Oh well." And he continued with his work.

Zim was able to ignore it for awhile, but the ache increased gradually and became rather painful. This was worrying Zim of course, but he didn't want to admit his concern, so he just continued working, despite his now swelling mouth. But finally, he could ignore it no longer, for the pain was agonizing and his mouth was a metaphorical balloon.

"Oh my insert object of worship here!" Zim screamed, clutching his mouth. "What the kok (Irken swear. Earthling innuendo. Ewww.) is going on?", His pink teeth started to change their shape. They became long and pointy, obviously fangs. Now as you all have been taught, human vampires have two fangs. Yes well, apparently Irken vampires have, well, eight fangs. And they weren't the regular fang-size. Each fang was about as long as Zim's arm. It may seem like Zim won't be able to close his mouth anymore, but he soon discovered that the fangs contracted every time he closed his mouth, which was fortunate enough. Still he was, understandably, freaked out to the point of vomiting out of his eye sockets.

"GUH!" He screamed, trying to call out to the robot upstairs. His teeth made it difficult to talk. "GUH!"

UPSTAIRS!

Gir held the remote out to the television, continuously pressing random buttons.

"What that do?" He shrieked. He pressed the '2' and the '9' button. The screen flashed. A soap opera appeared. "Oh!" Gir squeaked, satisfied with his answer. He pressed '6' and '1'. "What that do?" He thought he heard a scream from the lower floor of the house. He shrugged it off and continued to play his game.

Back at Spooky Castle, a little girl who wasn't quite dead ran down the stairs of the tallest tower, huffing and puffing as she ran.

Trit didn't know how to explain it. Maybe it was instinct. Whatever. Something was happening with Zim. She needed to see what it was.

After the physical transformation, Zim underwent the mental one. All of his current thoughts for domination plans were completely erased. They were replaced with a strange hunger. For flesh.

"What that do?" Gir pressed the "4" and the "5". It was a Spanish soccer game. "!Vaya!"

Zim sensed another presence in the area (He heard Gir scream.). He dashed upstairs easily, now lost of all awareness of any pain.

"Hola Master!" Gir shrieked happily, still playing the button game. Zim didn't reply, not an insult or anything. Gir found this rude. "Hello? Master?" Gir turned away from the TV. He noticed Zim was staring at him funny. He also noticed that his mouth was full of fang.

"Master…" Gir mumbled nervously. "Uh…" Gir tried to think of a way to get Zim's attention. "Mas-AHHH!"

Zim had lunged at Gir, knocking them both to the floor. Gir continued to scream and struggle as Zim opened his huge mouth and sank his fangs into Gir's head.

Or he tried to sink his teeth into Gir's head, only to have them hit the strong metal skull. He kept gnawing at it, trying to break the metal, but to no avail. Zim gave up, let out an inhuman (or inirken) roar, and ran out the door.

Gir sat still on the ground for a few seconds, dazed. He had a huge dent in his head. He then sat up and picked up the remote, forgetting the whole encounter.

"What that do?" He entered the number "666". At that moment, the TV toppled to the ground and shattered. A short figure stood among the rubble. There was a large hole in the wall behind.

"What's wrong with you! Why is your blood clear? Why can't I drink your blood!" Trit blurted out at the first thing she saw, the thing being Gir in this case. She then got a good look at the dented robot. She noticed that it wasn't Zim. "Uh…where'd he go?"

"Who're you?" Gir asked innocently.

"I am Trit the hyperactive midget (TtHM!)." She answered sarcastically. "Now where did Zim go?"

"How'd you get here?"

"I'm a vampire." She snarled back, as if that fact answered Gir's question.

"Oh!" Gir shrieked in response to Trit's answer. "He went out there." He pointed out the door. "He changed." He added.

Trit aggressively grabbed Gir. "How did he change!"

"He got all scary and bitey…" Gir mumbled, struggling to free himself from Trit's clutches. Trit released him, her expression shifting from anger to concern.

"Scary and bitey…" Her eyes went wide. "And he went out…into the world" She was hit with realization. "No!" She jumped back through the hole she had made in the wall.

Gir waved happily at Trit and pointed the remote at the TV. He gasped when he noticed that his precious zombie box had been destroyed. "TV…"