The old elven king sat in his chair, tired and worn from the days of war that they had just escaped from. The mud men had been winning the war, so the old king had made the drastic decision to go underground- literally. But he had two back-up plans- just in case they ever would want to overthrow the dreaded mud men again. One of which had already been commenced. The other, however, was still in the finishing touches.

The king stood up from his throne and gazed around the room. True, it wasn't as extravegant as his old palace, but it would do until the fairy's got used to living underground. The king, with the help of his wooden cane, walked over to a small table where several drawings were placed. He carefully laid the cane against the table and picked up a picture. He smiled. This picture was drawn by his great- great-great- grandson,who had unfortunately lost his life in the very beginnings of the war.

The old king scowled. He crumpled up the drawing and let it slip through his fingers and down onto the cold stone floor. How dare they! How dare they take his family away from him! It didn't matter though. Soon plan two would be finished, and soon every human would be bowing down at his feet, begging for mercy.


The old king stared at the hospital beds, grinning. Plan two was almost complete. The "sleeping" robots laid completely still. Not for long, the old king thought as he glanced towards the nurse/technician. " How much longer?" He asked curtly.

The nurse/ technician looked up from her clipboard, annoyed. " Well by my calculations they should be waking up right about..." She paused for a moment as she looked at her watch. " Now."

Quite ironically, as soon as she said 'now' the thirteen robots sat up straight in their beds. Once again, the old king was shocked by how much they resembled humans. The only thing different in appearance were the eyes and skin. A red-haired robot suddenly stood up on shaking legs, seemingly confused. The nurse/technician laid a hand on his arm and very gently laid him back down on the bed. The robot tried to get back up, but the nurse kept him down. Which was quite difficult, as she was only two-and-a -half-feet-tall whilst he was the size of a grown mud men.

The nurse whipped her head back around to the king. " Quickly!" She hissed through clenched teeth. " Explain."

The king sighed and stepped up to the robots, whose beds were all very close together. He took several deep breaths in and out. This experiment had never been done before, and probably wouldn't again- unless, of course, it worked.

" Hello, experiments 550, 551, 552, 553, 554, 555, 556, 557, 558, 559, 560, 561, 562, and 563. You were made from human tissue,but with an upgrade. You are - for a lack of a better word- robots. You're mission is to go up above ground and watch the humans. See if they're planning anything."

The red- haired robot cocked his head. " Affirmative. When does our mission commence?"

The old king smiled and said, your mission commences... now."


The old king stared at the red- haired robot, frowning. Plan two had been in operation for about ten years, and the old king had learned that the robots had been doing something atrocious. For the past year or so, the robots had been learning how to create new versions of theirselves- without the kings permission.

" I should have you be turned off." The king said, tapping his foot on the floor.

" On the contarary to your beliefs, me and my comrades can not be turned off, as you say."

"Oh, and why is that?" The king asked, trying his hardest not to look surprised.

"Because we are not 'robots' as you call us. We - as I call us- are vampires. We are not machines and we are not humans. True, we were made from human remains, but we are another species entirely."

The old king nodded, trying to be civil. " and why did you feel the need to commit such a crime by creating a new species?"

" I did not create a new species. I simply turned a human into what I am." The red haired ro- vampire said.

The old king took several deep breaths. " and where is your... eh, creation?" The king was thoroughly terrified by now.

The red- haired vampire grinned. " Why she's right... here!" He said as he lurched toward a closed door and ripped it off of its hinges. A very beautiful girl lurched out from the room and leaped at the king, who screamed in terror. The red-haired vampire ran out the door at very fast speeds. He raced towards pod, which had a long line of fairies waiting to go do the ritual. He shovd past several fairies before climbing into the shuttle and shutting the door. He activated the pod and soon he was on his way to the surface.

He had left his fellow vampires down in the lower elments. They would soon be destroyed- but that didn't matter, because he had a plan.


The young man sat up with a gasp as the torture seemingly came to an end. He glanced around the cave that he was in. Wait- cave? He didn't remember going into a cave.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flitted acrss the cave wall. " Who's there?" The young man called out into the dark.

And then there was a tall red- haired man standing in front of him. " Hello. To summarize everything I am a vampire and I have turned you into a vampire. I now want you to create more vampires for me."

"How do I do that?" The young man asked.

" Well, I'm sure your very thirsty." The red-haired man said, and the young man was suddenly aware of an acute burning in his throat.

He nodded.

The the red-haired man smiled. " Go and follow your instincts. And while your at it, tell the vampires that you create to create even more vampires. And more, and more, and more. Oh, and make sure your not seen"

The young man listened intently, before leaping from the cave floor and running to get his first victim.