Transylvania 90210 - Skateboard Trick

Shannon reached out and grabbed Jason around the neck. With super-
steroid strength she lifted him off the ground with one hand.
Shannon hissed at Jason as she held him helplessly in the air. “How
would you like it if I snapped your nosy little neck like a twig?”

I looked to Tiffany and Tori for help, but they just stood there terrified,
frozen with fear.

I had to act fast. Jason was starting to turn blue.
I spotted Brian’s overturned skateboard lying a few feet from me, picked
it up, and began to run in the other direction.

I could hear Shannon’s raspy voice shout after me, “That’s right, Elvira!
You’d better run . . . because you’re next.”

But I wasn’t running away. I had a plan . . . and I was just giving myself
some working room.

Shannon’s eyes narrowed as I kicked off my high-heeled shoes and began
to run back toward her. I felt the feet of my panty hose tear away as I ran
down the concrete sidewalk with all the strength and energy I could muster.
Then, just like I had seen Brian do, I hopped on the skateboard and aimed it
straight toward Shannon, whose grip was tightening around Jason’s neck.

“Yeah!” Shannon dared. “Come on, Elvira! You want a piece of me?”
There was nothing I wanted more.

This was it. It was either her or me.

The wheels sparked over the cracks in the sidewalk as I sped toward
Shannon. Then, at the last possible split second, I leaped off the speeding
skateboard and stomped my blistered heel on the end of the board.
The skateboard was propelled through the air like a javelin.

Shannon dropped Jason and stared at the skateboard like a deer caught in
the headlights of an oncoming car.

The flying skateboard found its mark. The long, pointed tip of the neon-
green board plunged deep into her chest and burst from her back. The
wheels of the skateboard spun in the river of blood that spurted from the
gaping hole.

An unearthly wail came from the mortally wounded vampiress as she lay
writhing on the ground before us. She gasped for air and hissed as she
choked on the blood that poured from her mouth.

But even under these conditions, Shannon managed to cough up one final
insult. “Elvira . . . you . . . you bitch . . .”

“Yeah, right, Shannon.” I sneered. “Give my regards to Satan.”

With that, Shannon gasped her last breath.

We watched, stunned, as her skin began to transform into a sickly
waxlike liquid, and layer after layer of skin peeled from her body. Her
eyeballs melted out of their sockets and rolled into the gutter, staring
straight up at me. Steam rose from the foul-smelling corpse as it liquefied
into nothing more than a puddle of ooze on the ground at our feet.

I turned gravely toward the others, who stood staring at the smoldering
mess with a look of shock and horror on their faces, and uttered one word.
“Cool.”

- Elvira: Transylvania 90210, Chapter 27 pgs. 105-106