Day Seventeen Monster University: Ian
Ian
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Katherine Rochholz
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“I heard an interesting thing. That I have a grandson with the same immortality issue as myself. Maybe it is a blood line thing. After all I was a great blood thirsty warrior! And he is the basis of Stoker’s Dracula! He had my name. I hear he goes by Drake now. Well, instead of Vlad I go by Ian. I also hear he still feels guilt over drinking the blood of our food source. Well that won’t do. I will just have to find him. I mean Bo suggested this town for a reason. It seemed to be a Monster Paradise! Oh look at all the young impressionable bags of blood. I am a history professor now. History! Ha! I lived history! But oh so many tasty bags of blood running around. Time for Drake to learn the way of the Dracula blood line! After all guilt and a Dracula don’t go hand and hand. In fact I wonder if there is a curse upon Drake, he used to be as blood thirsty as myself! I may have to look into this farther. After all once a blood thirsty monster always a blood thirsty monster! And he should be evolving into an Incubus but is stuck as a vampire… Yes more research is needed.”
Ian smiled as his students came in. He smirked when he saw his grandson. Yes, his parties were nice, but a good hunt will get Drake’s blood flowing and get him to really accept his godhood he had been given! After all even before immortality they were Draculas! Gods among men! “Good Morning class!” Ian greeted. “Today we are going to go over the timeline we will be covering this semester and what is expected of you! So get your computers out or your notebooks and start paying attention! I don’t accept late work. You will have weekly assignments…” Ian went on outlining his grading policy and so forth. “And your teaching assistant for this class is Hal! If you need anything just go to him and he can help you!” Ian looked at the time. “Class dismissed.” He called. “Oh Drake would you stay a moment.”
Drake watched the man. He looked a lot like him. When he asked him to stay he waited. “Yes?”
“Well there is a few things. First I am your grandfather. Bo just found out and told me. I told him I would tell you. The second is I think a curse has been placed on you. After all you were a blood thirsty warrior before your godhood! So we will be checking on that. And lastly we are going for a true hunt. It will get your undead blood flowing and get you set up to start coming into your transformation!” Ian clapped his grandson on the shoulder. “Come one we will rock this town!”
“Curse? Why wouldn’t Frank or Cameron have figured that out? Lucas knows curses as well and we have pretty much been friends for the last few centuries.”
“Well if it is the curse I think it is, they wouldn’t know about it. And if you don’t know about it no checks will bring it up. So I am going to have to take some of your blood and test it. If it is the curse I think breaking it will be simple enough.” Ian stated as they walked to his office. “So arm please.”
Drake nodded and gave him his arm. “When will you know?”
“Tomorrow night. It will work because that is when we are going to go hunting! Now if you excuse me I have a few ‘brides’ to take care of.” Ian laughed as he turned into a bat and flew out the window.
Drake shook his head but went off to his next class. “A grandfather…” He whispered. Family. He thought the guys would be his only family for so long. But lately everybody has been gaining a family. Sam got married. Frank found a daughter. Lucas might as well be the second father of that little girl, both are extremely protective of her and Cameron is the type to have nothing to do with her until she is eighteen. Drake shook his head with a chuckle at that thought. Frank would kill Cameron, if Lucas didn’t get to him first. He tried to focus on his classes but he found out he his grandfather had the same curse as he did. And answers would come tomorrow night.
Ian landed in his lab and put the blood into the potion simmering. It was one he used to check his blood for curses every so often. It would check his grandson’s as well. He then went over to his captives. They were under a thrall to please him as his ‘brides’, well at least until he grew tired of them and drained them. He smirked as they came to offer him wine and grapes as they joined him on his king size bed. “Time for some fun lovelies!” He stated as he bit down on the neck of one.
Ian stretched as he woke the next day. He went over to the potion and nodded. “Just as I thought. Well, nothing that cannot be fixed.” He stated with a smirk. “This should make the hunt very much a party tonight!” Ian looked over at his brides. He sighed. They were good, but so boring. He drained two of the three last night and the third was on death’s door. He had to turn her or kill her. He walked over and snapped the neck of them all. He picked up the phone.
“Tony’s Cement Shoes! You Kill ‘Em, We Sink ‘Em!” Ella’s voice came over the line.
Ian laughed. “Oh, Ella dear Bleu found a gem in you!”
“Ian! Well you see I have had to revamp the whole operation! I mean, they have had no business mindset whatsoever! But I have fixed it now!”
“Of course you have! That is why in Italian families the women run the family. Men can’t do shit. As a man I fully agree with that sentence.”
“Then why aren’t you settling down instead of dealing with these ‘brides?’”
“Not everybody can be as lucky as Bleu!” Ian laughed. “By the way three, Bleu and Tony should have the key.”
“Oh we have the keys. And a key system now! I swear I don’t know how these men took care of themselves for as long as they did. Did you need our services besides the three brides today?”
“No, the hunt I have already informed both Gus and Ewan. They will handle the bodies. Poor Drake was as cursed as I thought. But a few drainings of virgins will break that!”
Ella laughed. “Great! We will contact Ewan and Gus if they need any help. Have a great night Ian!”
Ian laughed as he hung up and after getting ready for the day smirked at his grandson as he came into his class. “Today class we are going to start a little game to learn about Stalin! It is the Stalin game and your objective is to over throw Stalin, AKA me. You must have 50 signatures of fellow classmates, none of them can be spies, and none of you can be placed in jail, the gulag or killed.” Ian showed the board with the different names and sections. “You will then turn it into the head of the History department for validation. If you overthrow me you get an A. If you don’t, your grade is based upon participation. Good luck!”
After class Drake came up to him. “Well?”
“Well it is the curse I thought. It is a curse given out by Van Helsing. I mean that man turned his own son into a monster, and then tried to kill him. But all you have to do to break it is to gorge yourself on the blood of ten virgins tonight. No biggie. We are going hunting after all.”
Drake swallowed but nodded. He wasn’t too pleased he had been cursed for as long as he had been. “Let’s break this!”
Ian laughed and clapped his grandson on the shoulder. “Let’s.”
They waited until night fall and being middle of the week they choose to hunt outside of the college town. Thankfully pure blood gave off a sweeter scent so they were able to easily find the ten sacrifices for Drake and Ian found himself a couple of ‘brides’ that would last him a few weeks. Drake dropped the body of the last one and felt a power flowing through him and he felt the curse breaking as a weight lifted off his mind. “Oh goddess that is power.” He stated.
Ian smirked. “Of course it is. Now off you go grandson. Hopefully that thing called a conscience won’t bother you again.”
Drake smirked. “I shall think not grandfather.” He stated as he turned on his heel and turned into a bat and left.
Ian smirked. “Come brides. We have a busy night ahead of us. After all my grandson is finally free.”
Day Sixteen Monster University: Bleu
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Day Fifteen Monster University: Tony
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Day Fourteen Monster University: Morgan
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Day Thirteen Monster University: Sebastian
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Day Twelve Monster University: Darin
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Day Eleven Monser University: Sam
Sam
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“Freedom. Freedom is such a wonderful thing. I used to take it for granted in my mortal life. Free to do whatever I want whenever I want. That is what caused me to become what I am. I am a Zombie. I used to be a slave to Marie Leveau. I gained my freedom however. I don’t know how to this day I gained my freedom; but she set me free! Well almost killing her as I fought off the control ingredients added to my Dead Man’s Blood probably played a role. I traveled for a good long while; eventually settling in the towns the Monsters live for a couple decades. When I lived as a mortal I was a solider; I never wanted to settle. But I had fallen into bed with Marie and it is today my biggest regret I gave up my mortal life for a moment of passion. But moving back here I can let my other side show, the side that isn’t a hardened warrior. I open a game shop and comic book store called Den of Insanity. I also sell old geeky collectibles. It is a good life. Well Undead Life…”
Sam looked up as the door opened. A new student. Cute. Wondered if she was smart. He loved the smart ones. Brains…All he thought about now. Though she was good looking as well. Maybe he could have some fun with this meal if she proved to be… stimulating… “Hello! Welcome to The Den of Insanity!” Sam gave a closed lip smile. His teeth he was still working on after all being free he had to gain his own fortune and Marie, now Kat, never cared about her zombies but how they could please her. “May I help you today?”
“I am looking for those special leather horror comics!” She bubbled.
Sam lifted an eyebrow. He went to the back room and smirked. His victims were good for something other than food. He used their skin to make leather and then wrote in their blood to create these special horror comics. They were quite expensive but people seemed to enjoy them. One could only buy them from either The Den or from people who have bought them in the past. Even the stories of the comics being haunted hadn’t stopped their popularity! Of course they were haunted, they were the blood and bodies of of his victims. The organs were used for the stitchings, the bones he ground down to mix with the blood to create his ink. He didn’t believe in waste. A human was much like a pig. One can use anything but the squeal. He smirked at that thought. He grabbed one of his newest and brought it out to his customer. “Here we are the newest one! And the best thing about them is they are all one-shots!” Sam gave the same closed mouth smile.
“Wow! I was worried I would have to hunt down the others!” She smiled
“Nope. Since they are handmade and only made by myself it would be illogical to make them anything but one-shots.”
“Well you could have and had a bidding war!” She laughed.
“Sam.” Sam held out his hand.
“Roslyn.” She smiled.
“Pleased to meet you Roslyn. Anything else but the comic?”
“No! That is all I can afford right now.” She smiled.
“Well the cost is 300.” Sam stated taking her credit card which gave him her address and phone number.
“Yeah but so worth it!” Roslyn smiled as she took her purchase which came in a bloody wooden box.
Sam smiled and gave her her card and receipt. “Well enjoy! The next one comes out next week!” He smiled. He knew he would be reselling that book in just a couple of weeks. He first had to woo the girl into trusting him; the perhaps a bit of fun until he ate her brains and made her into the comic after next.
She smiled and bounced out with her prize and a wave back towards him.
Sam made it a point to bump into her often around town. The coffee shop. The book store. The grocery store. He would smile. He would chat with her. He would draw her in. Soon he was meeting her for coffee. Then dinner. Then he would take her to the bar. The world saw them as a new couple in the honeymoon phase.
Roslyn smiled as she laid her head on Sam’s chest. “I love you.”
Sam tensed. That he wasn’t expecting. Sex. Comics. Geeky conventions. Coffee. That he expected. Not ‘I love yous’ and this warmth filling his chest. After all she had seen his teeth. She had seen his scars. His flaws. And she still said that to him. It made him wonder if she would accept a monster life. He could get another brain. So many people came through his shops. He wondered if maybe he should tell her. If she accepted him change her. Grant her immortality. If she didn’t she could still become his next meal and comic. Even if his gut tightened at the thought of actually killing her. He could change her. He had a different method to change her than Marie and even different than James. He looked at Roslyn. “I got something to tell you…” He then spilled everything. His time in World War, his human life, falling for Marie, time as Marie’s slave, fighting the magic and almost killing Marie, and then his freedom and his travels. Then settling down and staying in one place. His having to eat a brain a month and what he does with the bodies. He then looked at her and waited for the screaming. What he didn’t expect was the excitement in her eyes.
“That is so cool! Zombies and monsters are real! They are real! Like Dracula and Frankenstein and Wolfman are all real! But my fave is zombies! And you are real! Can I be a zombie? How does one become a zombie? I mean you have bit me in the heat of the moment and I am still human! How does this work? Can I be a zombie without being a slave first? Can only voodoo priests and priestesses create zombies? How often do you have to eat brains? Does it have to be a specific brain?”
And the questions went on and on and Sam’s head spun. She was accepting him? She wanted to be a zombie? “You would give up a mortal life. Give up children. You can live a relatively normal life and even adopt but you would live forever as a monster.”
Roslyn smiled. “Eternity with you sounds amazing! We can even have a Halloween wedding as zombies! It is all the rage!”
Sam blinked. “Well it would involve me biting you then you biting me and drinking a bit of my blood. Yeah sounds like vampire type but I just have to bite you. Vampires have to drain you to almost the point of death and then feed you about a pint of their blood. You then are buried for three days before you raise as a vampire. For zombies it is just a twenty four hour fever and you must feed on a brain within three hours of awakening. After that it is twice a month for the first year and then once a month for the rest of eternity.”
Roslyn looked excited! “Yes! Turn me! We can be zombies together and I am getting my MBA and we can expand your shop and your comics! You can just create the comics while I run the store! And we can adopt in about a hundred years! Yes!”
Sam was blown away. He didn’t say anything but he pulled her close and bit down on her neck. “Bite me. Bite me and break the skin.” He moaned as he felt her bite down. “That is it. Drink. Drink my zombie.” Soon he stopped her and her eyes rolled back into her head and the fever started to rage war against her body. Sam got up and dressed. He had twenty four hours to find not only his brain but a couple for Roslyn. He had never changed someone before but he knew others that had; and it was better to go with two versus one in the beginning. Better to overfeed than underfeed. He left activating the high security gates and locks on his room so nobody would go in and either be hurt by her or hurt her. He started his car and blinked as he pulled away. He gained a bride. He never thought that would happen. Not when he was living not when he was a slave and especially not after he gained his freedom. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He had to find three sacrifices and quickly.
It didn’t take him long to find a bar outside of the college town that didn’t ID students and he had four into his van with very little struggle and no evidence. He went back to his store and left them sedated until he would harvest the brains for Roslyn. He killed his right away and ate the brain then processed the body. That took him about seven hours. He then slept for about four.
Sam putted around his shop until about an half hour before she would wake. He didn’t want to see her body in pain. He quickly killed the kids and harvested the brains; leaving the bodies to drain into his ink bins. He would come back with Rosie to show her how to process the waste. He had a bride to feed.
Roslyn arched her back as her heart stuttered to a stop. She sat up with a start and her eyes were wild.
Sam saw this and held out a brain. It was dripping with blood and freshly removed. “Rosie. Take this Rosie!”
Roslyn took the brain and stuffed it into her face. She chomped it down and made a slurping sound. She looked up at him. “More Sam?”
Sam smiled and handed her the second brain he had gotten for her. “Here you are lovely.” He smiled. After he feed her the third brain. “Good?”
Roslyn smiled. “Good. I still feel like me but I don’t feel my heart anymore.”
“Yep; that would be different. Come on I can teach you how to process the skin, blood, bones and organs for our comics.”
Roslyn smiled. “After a shower?”
“Of course my dear. Of course.” He kissed her bloody lips. “Perhaps in the interest of saving time we shall shower together?” He smiled.
Roslyn smiled and pulled him down for a bloody kiss. “Why what a brilliant idea my soldier boy!”
Sam kissed her again as he dragged her to the bathroom. His undead life already looking better than his living life even if he spent decades as a mindless zombie slave. But now he had a bride as monstrous as he was and loved it.
Day Ten Monster University: Hal
Hal
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“In life I was the person who could charm and calm anybody. In death my body was used to scare the animals away from the fields. My soul was restless. I mean I was murdered and the murderer put me up in a field as a scarecrow. Shower burlap bags to my body; stuffed them straw. I was murdered by a jealous man. After all I had it all. Town respect. A lovely wife. Three strapping sons and a princess of a daughter. And I had a silver tongue. I could get anybody to do anything I pleased. So yes, my soul was restless. So I made a deal. I have to have the brain, face, heart and livers of five people during a year. I tend to eat all five at once. Less heat for our detective to deal with. Can say traveling killer. I look for my victims in the classes I am a TA for; after all they trust me. They come to me. I don’t even have to do the work.”
Hal was sitting in his office when the door opened. “Hey guys!” Hal greeted the group of kids. “Ready with your questions?”
“Of course Hal!” One of them laughed. “I swear we wouldn’t be passing this class if it wasn’t for you!”
“No Jake, that isn’t right. You are all bright kids who got into college. You all can do anything you put your minds too.” Hal stated as he went up to the board. “Now let’s start off by summing up the lectures last week and we can go from there. Now there were many reasons behind the actions of the United States and the Pacific Front of World War II …” Hal started.
Hal loved history and loved teaching it more. Teaching allowed one to show not only an unbiased view of events; but if it was worded correctly and presented a certain way to the students, they would start to take on the teacher’s views as well. It allowed the teacher to spread their beliefs as well as educate the society of what happened. And if the people didn’t know the past they were doomed to make the same mistakes in the future. After all Hal had learned from his mistakes and has grown in his many years on this Earth. It was really a pity these five wouldn’t get their chance to warp the minds of innocents. But Hal was more afraid of no existence or hell than he was upset about the loss of the lives of five teenagers starting their further education. He finished his review and smiled as the kids left. He dropped his smile as the door closed and raised a hand to his face. The magic making him look human could only fool humans. He always felt the burlap that was now his skin. He closed his eyes at the pain. No matter how much time had past he mourned his mortal life. He kept watch over his descendants. Made sure they never ran afoul of monsters. Made sure Bo put out they were protected. But he never met them face to face. How he wished he could. He shook his head. He had things prep. Mainly his basement.
Hal got home that night and went right to his basement. He looked up when Gabriel came in. “Gabriel or John?”
“It’s me. Gabriel.” He stated as he sat down on the bench. “Thought I would come and see if you needed help.”
“Bored?”
“Partly. Partly is that busy work keeps John at bay.”
“Oh is John unsettled?”
“Yeah. Someone tried to pick a fight with me.”
“Oh about what?”
“I was helping someone with chemistry and his boyfriend didn’t like it.” Gabriel smirked. “The jock was hiding their relationship; and when he saw me helping him he got jealous and came up and tried to pick a fight.”
“Well I am sure you friend informed him you were straighter than an arrow.”
“Nope. He was using me for not only chemistry help but to get his boyfriend to make their relationship public.” He picked up the scalpel that Hal just finished sharpening. “What day should we expect the screaming?”
“Soon. My anniversary of being undead is coming up and I have to kill, remove the organs and eat them by midnight that day. I was thinking this weekend. I will dump the bodies right outside of town. That Ewan can say it was traveling killer. That night I will take them out to celebrate then you all can say you picked me up at the bar and when they leave I will grab them.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Gabriel stated and grabbed another scalpel to sharpen.
Hal nodded his thanks as he sharpened his knife.
The weekend came and after review Hal smiled. “You all approved on the last test! I think we should celebrate! My treat!” Hal smiled. After all what was a few hundred when tonight was the last night of their lives.
They were all excited and they first went to dinner at the local bar and grill before moving to the bar. The six of them were laughing and talking and debating the age old question: ‘Who was the bigger monster? Hitler or Stalin?’
“Hey Hitler may have convinced a generation to commit genocide but Stalin killed his own people!” Hal exclaimed. “No matter who big of monster Hitler was you have got to say he was a hellva politician!”
“Stalin killed anybody who he thought was out to get him. Hitler targeted the Jews and anybody who wasn’t a Hitler baby!” Jess yelled.
“Exactly!” Hal exclaimed. “They both were horrible but Stalin killed based upon his paranoia; Hitler targeted specific groups! Making Stalin a bigger monster because he was unpredictable! Hell, Stalin killed his own blood!”
The debate lasted through dinner and into the bar. Once at the bar Hal fed them shots and mixed drinks and they danced and let their hair down. Hal almost felt bad for them. Almost. Hal made sure that Jo knew to charge him for all five of them. He said his goodbyes and left the bar. He then laid in wait for them to leave.
Hal dropped all his spells. He wanted them to fear him. He waited and at two in the morning they came stumbling out. He pulled up in a taxi minivan and they all stumbled in spitting out the addresses to the dorms. Hal locked the doors with a smirk. He then drove to his place.
Jake finally noticed. “Hey dude! This is the wrong way!”
Hal turned his head around. “No it isn’t.” He rasped out.
The girls screamed and the men froze. But before they could do anything Hal pressed a button on the dash and released a paralyzing nerve gas. Once he got to his house he dragged each one into his basement and strapped them down in the surgical tables. He hummed as he prepped them.
They started to wake up. They tried to scream. Hal gave a straw filled smile. “I used to allow my victims to feel all the pain I inflicted upon them. But then I started to hunt those in college. Got to know them. Got to care a bit. I have paralyzed you all but you will be alive as I remove your face, your liver, your heart, your brain… I then will cook them all up and eat them. Giving me my power; allowing me to be immortal. You see for as much as I care for you all… I fear nonexistence or hell more.” Hal explained as he held up a knife. “If it is any consolation I debated not killing you all.” He then plunged the knife into Josh’s chest and slashed down opening him up and pulled his chest apart. He picked up the scalpel and carefully cut out the heart. He did it to all five of them before he carefully removed their faces, livers, and brains. He left the bodies to drain of blood down the drain as he moved to the kitchen and cooked the organs. He made a stew with the hearts, wraps with the faces, the brains he made sloppy joes and the livers he made liver and onions. He sat down and eat every bite. He was so full after he wanted to sleep. But he couldn’t until he dumped the bodies. He moved to the basement and dragged the bodies back to the van. Once he had them all in he drove to a farm field right outside of town and dumped them. He then drove to the local sandpits and dumped the van. He jumped into the car waiting. Thank God for the monster community. It made all this so much easier. He went home and after a quick hose down of the basement passed out for the weekend and let the power of their restless souls fill his body and grant him another year of undead life.
Day Nine Monster University: Ewan
Ewan
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“I have always been a warrior. Always. I was set to be a king once upon a time. Now I am a ‘Detective’ at the local police station. I understand how it is needed in our group. We all know of each other but never get close. I won’t ever get close to them. I was killed by my own brother on the land of my birth. It was after a fierce battle. One that would have gotten me my throne and my brother stabbed me in the back and then beheaded me with my own sword. I swore when I made that deal with the devil that I would never be betrayed again. So while I put my head on each day I make sure it is loose enough that I can look 360 degrees. I look at my whip. It is what I use to bring justice to those who betray those who trust them. It is made from the spine of my own brother. I ripped it from his body as I came back from the dead. I sat upon my hell steed, it was blacker than my desire for revenge, and I held my head up high to seek him out. I stopped in front of him and called his name. Sean fell to the ground and I jumped off my steed and before he died I ripped out his spine through his chest. I feel to this day no regrets. I am content in my undead life as a monster. After all there are worse monsters than us out there…”
Ewan stood up and looked into the cell. For a college town it was quite small and it was the way he liked it. Small police department. He was one of four detectives. He looked at the homeless man. He dated all the papers to show he wasn’t here when Sheldon was killed. He shrugged. Frank only protected himself. Though he didn’t understand why Frank kept the brat. He would have walked away. For a soulless creature he had more of a conscience than most of the monsters in their group. He shook his head. The drunk in the cell at least would no longer be homeless, would have three meals a day and be taken care of. He backdated the files and with a few swishes of his pen and few clicks of a mouse the drunk had no alibi and soon the knife and bloody clothes would be planted. He stood up, throwing the file in his active box and locked his computer, throwing on his suit jacket and leaving to finish this up. After all his night was coming. When he could kill the betrayers in the town. He smiled as he got in his car. His fellow detectives just thought he solved a case.
Ewan pulled up to his house, his mustang purred as he parked in his driveway. He smirked. He loved his cars as much as he loved his steed. Power was power. He walked out back of his house to the stable. His horse was as black as coal and his eyes as red as blood. “Oh don’t look at me like that boy. You are still my favorite. And soon we will ride through this town and claim the lives of those who betrayed their blood. Worse of the living and dead you are to betray blood.” He stated as he took his whip and did a few practice swings destroying the pumpkins he had lined up on the unused gates in the stable. He felt the splatter of their innards and smirked. He turned to clapping. “Ajit.” He greeted to the man that became a brother to him.
“Ewan. Did you get that thing with Frank fixed?”
“Yes. Still don’t get his want to be a father.”
Ajit shrugged his shoulders. “I somewhat get it. And Frank is always the most human of us all.” He then laughed. “Ironic considering he was built of dead humans and never was born and lived a human life. He is the only on to never actually be anything but a monster.”
Ewan smiled. “Yes well Frank was created by power. I think he absorbed enough soul remnants that he is probably the only one of us with the closest thing to an intact soul. So Halloween is coming now; have you picked your victims?”
“I have a good idea. We all don’t have a steed that can sense the betrayal of blood.” Ajit stated as he petted the steed.
Ewan shrugged. “We all have our cursed and our blessings Ajit. What you here for?”
“I was in the area. Thought I would stop by when I saw you.” Ajit shrugged. “Hear Lucas took out a local alpha last night.”
“Yeah I had to help the mutts clear the bodies. And announce a poisoning that killed quite a few. I don’t blame Lucas though. He has always been protective of his pack.”
Ajit nodded. “That little girl will be spoiled and protected from the world.”
“That she will.” Ewan stated.
Ajit stopped petting the steed. “Well I am going to bounce out. I got things to do. People to investigate. There is one I like; have to talk to Seb about him.”
“Tell Seb poker night is coming up. Expect him to be there this time. And if you see Draco before me you tell him that he is the only one required to be in his mask. I won’t have that invisible bastard cheating again.”
Ajit laughed. “Please a few beers and we are all cheating.”
Ewan shrugged. “Yeah but I lost 500 to him last time.”
Ajit laughed. “For a man who can remove his head to look at the cards you lose every time.”
“It is that invisible bastard!” Ewan yelled.
Ajit shook his head. “Until next time Ewan!”
Ewan sighed as started to clean up. For as much fun as he had practicing he hated cleaning up. Maybe he should hire some maids. He gives them money and he doesn’t have to do anything about the clean up. He just had a few more nights then he would gain the souls of the betrayers. He captures them inside of his whip and they in turn power him and his immortal life. He finished the clean up and plopped down in front of his television and turned on a game. He didn’t care which he never was frantic about sports not like some other monsters. Because in the end sports didn’t change. The players did. Even the rules to an extent but sports really don’t change and anything steady in their undead bouncing unsteady monster lives was meant to be grabbed on to and obsessed over. Ewan never even noticed when he dozed off.
“Brother! You were wonderful in battle! Keep this up and our father will make you the next king!” Ewan’ brother slapped him in his back.
Ewan smiled at his younger brother. “Ah, Brother you did great! It was an amazing battle! We are gaining much land!”
Cinead smiled at his brother; nobody noticing the envy burning in his eyes. “Let us take our bounty back to our father.”
Ewan kept making headway in battles; showing why he was the General of his father’s army as they gained land and power. It wasn’t long before his father was about to name the new king. One more major battle win, destroying his father’s life long enemy, would gain Ewan his crown.
The day of the battle came and Ewan took his broadsword, that had been forged out of and in the blood of his enemies, and struck down all in his way to kill the leader of the land his father desired. It was hard fought but Ewan made it to the enemy king. They fought and soon Ewan’s sword was buried into the chest of the enemy. As the life left the enemy king’s eyes Ewan took the crown and crowed. He dropped his sword and held up the crown showing the war was over and he had conquered. Suddenly his eyes filled with shock and pain as he looked down to see his sword through his chest. He looked back to see his brother taking his sword and smirking.
“Brother. I am sorry but I will be king. And there is nothing you can do.” Cinead swung the sword and…
Ewan sat up with a start. He only had that nightmare as the day he gain another soul grew closer. The nightmare fueling his anger and his thirst for the blood and life of a traitor. Ewan stood and shook his head looking at the clock. He had slept most of the night. He would just get ready for the day. After all an arrest was to be made. And other things to clean up.
The next few days ran the same. Falling asleep and having his last mortal moments play out in his mind. The hurt, the betrayal, the pain of his brother killing him fueling his anger and blood thirst. The want of a traitor’s soul to give him power. Finally the night was upon him and and put on the warrior armour he had been killed in and mounted his steed. “Find the traitor!” He held his head high in one hand as his steed took off. It wasn’t long before his steed stopped in front of a house. And the name of the betrayer was in his mind. He waited for the woman to come out of the house.
“What are you?” She asked.
“Alissa Rose Williams, you are guilty of betraying your brother for personal game. Your punishment is death!” With that Ewan watched as the life was draining from her. He took his whip and cracked it; wrapping it around her throat and watched with a sick satisfaction as her soul left through her mouth and entered his whip and traveled through to him allowing him to absorb the power of the soul. He flicked his wrist wrapping the whip back up and left the dead body on the lawn as he rode home. Another successful night where justice was served. He went home and fell into his bed and allowed the nightmare to finish as the power of the new soul was integrated into his body.
“I want justice!” Ewan’s soul screamed. “I will pay anything!”
The being that Ewan would call the devil smirked and looked at him. “So be it my Headless Horseman!” He snapped his fingers and Ewan was sitting upon his steed once more. He held onto his head and drove the steed as hard and as fast as he could. Finally reaching his kingdom. He found his father had died and his brother had claimed Ewan’s wife and unborn child as his. Ewan found his brother. Called to him. And as the life left his body Ewan went up to him and ripped his hand through his chest and pulled out his spine. “My son will have my rightful place as king you traitor. I will see you in hell!” Ewan yelled as he turned and walked away. Leaving the body of his brother in a pool of blood. He went and looked upon his wife and unborn child. “Never will you both feel the betrayal again.” He kissed them both and left. Spending the next five decades watching his family.
Ewan woke the next morning. He groaned as he sewed on his head. He looked at the portrait of his family. “My only regret is I shall never see either of you again. But the thirst for the blood of traitors is now to deep in my own blood. I pray that you forgive me.” His phone went off. “Yes?” He asked answering it. He listened to the details of a murder, a strangulation of a woman over on the other side of town, that he needed to cover. “I will be there in fifteen.” He grabbed his gun and badge and ran his fingers over his whip loving the shock of the souls trapped there and walked out the door. Another day in his damned existence… And the countdown to his next hunt begun.









