too many vampires in the kitchen

In a kitchen bathed in twilight's hue Too many vampires, more than a few Stirred pots and pans, all in such close proximity A culinary nightmare, bi-weekly festivity Cracked tiles bear the weight of timeless feet Fingers dyed red, and not due to beets The microwave was buzzing with a bat that flew inside A mistake by one young vampire who just sought a place to hide One tried to chop the garlic but shrieked and pulled away While another spilled the holy water and chaos came to play The fridge was filled with blood bags labelled A to Z But too many chefs, as they say, and nothing came to be One attempted cooking with a skillet and a pan Reflection in the silver revealed no face or hands The fridge was fully stocked, not with veggies or with meats But with several bags of type O and type AB treats But in their manic fervor, a grave mistake they made As the morning sunlight neared and the night's veil would fade Caught in their disputes, they ignored the dawn's first light As the ray broke through the window so stark and so bright And the kitchen now aglow with a warm golden embrace Turned vampires into ash, not a trace left in place If invited to partake, remember what I said Too many vampires in the kitchen and they'll all end up dead Where is everybody? The kitchen is a mess