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Monster University- Draco

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“I have always been dangerous. I have always only carried for my needs, my wants, my desires, and most of all I did what I wanted when I wanted, even who I wanted. This curse annoys me to no end. I can’t believe it has been twenty years since I last killed my shot at redemption. This twenty-year cycles continue to haunt me. I find her. And instead of trying to gain forgiveness, I took her by force. Then she refused to forgive me the bloody witch. So I killed her. Then for five years I spent my life as a bloody Mugwump! I was such an ugly bird, and I am forced to sit on a fence with my head leaning over one edge and my ass over the other. Only children can see me, and they laugh at me. After that five years, I am once again a man. Then I have fifteen years to find her and seek forgiveness. But I never look until she is eighteen; then I hire Bo and his private investigator to find her. If at the end of the twenty years, if I haven’t found her, I turn to a Mugwump and she mysteriously dies, and it starts all over again. Well, she is twenty now and maybe I will finally learn my lesson.”

Draco threw his journal into his drawer. He looked at the little dorm room that he was in. Why they choose this little bitty town of Prairie Rapids Crossing and the college here, he would never know. But Bo suggested it, and nobody bet against Bo. He has been their lawyer for centuries. The only other one that they depended on as much as Bo and each other was Tony and his son… or was it his nephew? Who cared? Draco thought. He looked at his set of journals going back from when he was named Griffin to now where he was Draco. 

Unfamiliar names, unknown pasts, he needed them more than the others. He never learned to control the anger and monster inside of him. He might never learn to control it. Mostly because he was trying to gain forgiveness from the blasted witch that cursed him. 

She was reincarnated each time and wouldn’t gain her memories until he asked for her forgiveness. He looked down at his schedule. Since he generally only lived as a human for fifteen years out of every twenty he was a transfer senior. He would graduate this year. He would also more than likely be dying within the next few months as well. 

Well, dying was such a harsh term. Turned into a blasted ugly monster of a bird and forced to sit on a damn fence was what really happened. He sighed as he stood and went to his air brushing machine with inks and dyes. He put on the fake skin over his actual skin and air brushed life into his fake exterior. 

He hated being invisible. He barely remembered what he looked like anymore. He had long ago figured out how to move in society thanks to the underground group of ‘monsters.’ 

They were soulless beings and monsters, but some liked to think they were misunderstood. Frank was one of them. Though he just rips the throats out of the people who annoy him. Though he heard Frank was trying something new. He should go visit the man and the annoying screaming machine he seems to have adopted. He finished his application and put on a pair of pants and a white button-down. He smirked as he messed with his wig. It was almost the same color as the hair he was born with. He created a very hot man. Now to go and woo that damn reincarnated witch.

Draco watched her. He bar-tended on campus. It allowed him to see all the students and compare them to the witch. She always looked the same. Short. Black hair. And these honey burgundy eyes that cost a man his soul. Everybody wants blonde, blue eyed leggy models, but a short brown-eyed girl will give their hearts and souls to the people who own her heart. He learned that well. So well in fact that to cross one of these witches it would cost one any semblance of a normal life. He was brought out of his thoughts by the phone ringing. “Jo’s Pool Hall.” He answered.

“Dragon! Is Jo there?” Draco winced, hearing Kat’s voice. She was more of a seductress than Jo, and Jo was a Succubus. The fact Kat was also the famous Voodoo Queen Marie LaVeau also made Draco want to run far, far away. Kat owned the local bookstore and was best buddies with Jo.

“Jo is busy now, Catherine.” He stated.

“Ahh, did she find a source for tonight? Pity, I was hoping to double date. I met some fresh meat.” She gave a chilling laugh.

Draco shivered. “She is busy tonight. Try tomorrow.”

“Good bye my darling Draco. Pity, I can’t reverse your curse just to have a chance at you.”

Draco never was so thankful for his curse. “I have to go, Catherine!” He yelled and slammed down the phone. Draco shivered again and turned at a yell of ‘Hey!’ He turned and blinked. There she was. That blasted reincarnation of the witch that destroyed his life. She was quite ‘painted’ tonight. Of course being as old as I am I call all make-up painted. Today’s society would call it barely there. He moved down. “How can I help a darling out?” He drawled.

“Three tequila shots and three Long Islands.” She stated.

“I am Draco, darling, and your name so I can know who to run the tab under?”

“Flo. Now hurry up, Draco, I haven’t all night.”

Yep, still a bitch. “Coming right up Flo.” He makes the drinks and sends them on their way. He spends the rest of the night making a pro and con list of being stuck as a Mugwump for five years again.

For the next three weekends, Draco tried to get somewhere with the witch. He was nice, bought her drinks, helped her with her damn chemistry homework! “Want to go to dinner, Flo?”

Flo laughed. “Oh honey, you are not getting anywhere with me. You know your chemistry and seem to be loaded. I am just using you.”

Of course, Draco saw red and left. He went home and removed all his coverings. He was going to make her pay. Only she could see him. He waited outside her door as she entered he pushed her in. “Use me, you blasted witch! I ask your forgiveness!” He said the magic words.

“Griffin?” Flo asked, her eyes wide with fright.

“In the not so flesh!” Draco laughed.

“Griffin, don’t. Not again!”

“Do I have your forgiveness, Witch?”

“No, you still don’t love me!”

“You use me in over half your lives! How can I love you?”

“And you didn’t use me?”

“I cheated on you once! I was drunk, and I thought she was you! I asked forgiveness! I begged, and you cursed me!”

“You cheated! And you still don’t love… I deny you your forgiveness.”

“And I am sorry you just signed your death again!” He took the knives in his hands and drove them into her hands and feet. “But a bit of fun first?” Draco smirked as he ran the knife down her sternum and stomach, slicing her open.

An hour later Flo lay passed out from pain, bloody and torn apart. Her heart beating its last beats. Draco bent down to her ear. “I don’t know if you can hear me Flora, but I did love you. I loved you enough, I was being disowned to marry you. You killed that love, and now we are stuck in this endless cycle. I hope we can find it again. But with my anger and your grudge, I feel the world will end and they will judge us to continue this cycle in hell.” He kissed her cheek as she took her last breath and her heart beat one last time.

Draco fell down to the ground in pain. He had killed her again. The transformation into the Mugwump wasn’t what was painful. It was that he let that dark side out and killed her again. After the transformation was complete, Flora’s body was left to be discovered and Draco found himself thinking of a new name as he sat on the fence facing a highway punished to never move, and never to be seen but by children playing car games.

Monster University-Rachael

Story One

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Rachael

“I watch the monsters day in and day out. They never notice me the lowly human. But I watch them. I know them. I know their weaknesses, their strengths, their desires. They don’t think anybody could ever figure it out. Ha! One only has to watch and listen to see what is really going on. Nobody watches. And nobody pays attention to the dying girl. The girl that is quiet and mousey, the girl that doesn’t say two words unless she is in class or spoken too. No nobody notices the dying girl. And because of that, I can watch them. Study the monsters. And learn how to kill them. I don’t have the strength to kill them. To get rid of the evil that plagues this town. But I hope that some day that humanity won’t be lost to them. I hope that some day that someone will have the strength to take them down. But I watch. That is all I can do. Watch and record. And now I want to share this all with you. Share with you how I came to find out how things go bump in the night. And the stories of Monster University.”

Rachael sat and watched the new students. Rachael was a professional student. She chose this life because she was dying. She always knew she would die young. Terminal Genetic Conditions. She snorted. People ignored her. She was always quiet. Afraid of trying to find friends. Afraid of falling in love. Why do so when you are just going to leave them? Even her parents were distant after they diagnosed her at eight. Two years later, her very healthy baby brother and sister were born. They were the only ones she really cared about in life, anyway. She always sacrificed for her brother and sister. They were her life. She gave them everything that she refused to give anybody else. Because of that, most people thought she was lost in her head a lot. Her books, her stories, her writings and musings. That she refused to get a job, even with her many degrees. Cemented that she was a bit touched in the head. But really, she was watching. Observing. Writing what she saw. And as the new students moved in and the town got a new bar, a new restaurant, new businesses… okay, let’s be honest, not that strange. They were in a college town and people moved in and out all the time. Sometimes families moved to be with their kids; sometimes people moved to make a go of a business in a college town that would have many people for at least eight of the twelve months of the year. The bonus with this town is that it was very, very close to the larger towns in the state. And was considered a larger town in of itself. So even ‘seasonal’ businesses could make a go of things year round.

One day Rachael was helping with the registrations. And she noticed some strange behavior in a group of kids. Now it was a college campus, and strange and abnormal behavior was normal. But some of these kids were speaking as if they were misplaced out of time. They dressed as if they looked into a catalog and just picked clothing to mimic what the model was wearing. 

So, Rachael did what Rachael did best and observed them. She watched them every day and eavesdropped in on their conversations. She wrote down everything. She listed everything. She discovered the truth not long after they all started. They never noticed her and talked around her. They were monsters! Vampires, werewolves, mummies, zombies, undead killers, they were all real! What could she do?

She knew she could never fight these monsters. Instead, she stayed in the shadows. She documented the monsters. She watched them day in and day out. She was dying, and they killed to live. It made her mad. It pissed her off. She watched them kill to live. She watched them kill for sport. She watched them laugh about it. She watched them live life when she would die. 

She vowed somehow that people would know their stories. Their weaknesses and their powers and their rituals; so that one day people could rise and bring them down. She wrote these stories and hid them when she was finished. 

She followed them. She got to know them. She probably knew them better than they knew each other. This went on for months. She would put the pieces together. And being a woman who was used to being in the shadows, she knew how to stay hidden.

One day Rachael had just finished documenting the last of the monsters in town. She found the rituals they had to perform. Their weaknesses. And their strengths. She wrote them as short stories. She left the bank to be surrounded by the very monsters she had been hunting. She had messed up just a few days before. She had known it too. She had gotten so angry that one of the women was so bored with life that she was just going through the motions. That she kept doing her rituals only so she wouldn’t have to pay the price of burning in hell. 

Rachael yelled at her when she went to the bar to watch one of the last monsters. She had yelled that she wished that she could live. She wished that she had the opportunity that the soul sucking monster she was had; but she was dying. She messed up and quickly finished her documents. She had to. Her will stated to publish them. To publish them as fiction so that way people would read them. But those who were smart, those who could put the pieces together, that they would understand that they were after a while. And maybe one day hunt them down and destroy them all.

Now she stood surrounded by them. Taken into a back alley into the city. She swallowed. She took a deep breath. She closed her eyes, for she knew her time had come. She asked one thing. “Let my parents bury my body…” She whispered as her world went black.

“These are my words. My stories. Read them. Understand them. And watch for the monsters hidden within our society. If you are reading this. You know my story. A girl who died too young. Her genetic condition taking her quickly as she left her ultimate piece of work in a safe deposit box to finish. These are my last words. I know when I leave this bank I will die. Be aware of the surrounding people. You never know which may hide a monster within. And if you are brave enough, strong enough, powerful enough… Please finish what I wanted to start and destroy them all…”