It was a cold clear night in Transylvania as Yandel the young man of a vampire Yandel reviewed his books.
"Yandel?" said a female voice.
Yandel turned too his half sister Eli coming in with a candle.
"I've been thinking." She said bringing a couple of books in. "Don't you think it's time we gave up on the pursuit?"
"No! I'm almost there!" He said scratching at his scruffy beard baring his eyes deeply at the book. "Dad's death can be solved if we investigate his remains!"
"There were no remains Yandel! GIVE UP!" Eli hissed.
"I will never give up." Yandel said. "Life is a cruel mistress i was told, but i won't rest my afterlife until Dennis Loughran's death is solved!"
Eli knew there was no point in convincing him otherwise and left Yandel too his books.
"Ugh! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon." He said almost pressing his nose too the pages before falling asleep.
"Ugh." He said awakening in a field. "WHA?!" He spluttered seeing the new landscape.
Yandel barely had time too register what was happening before the moon exploded becoming a sun, causing Yandel not pain surprisingly, but instead an irritating itch, as he scratched, his skin began too shed before he suddenly saw open flesh beginning too peal.
"AH!" He said snapping awake.
Yandel felt his face and felt no blood or smelled anything, but he suddenly snapped back into the shadows realizing he was in direct sunlight.
"That's weird, no burning feeling, just this . . . Itching?" He said scratching all over.
Yandel got dressed and went downstairs, getting the usual looks from the hotel guests, but he was used too this, he got these looks because of his connections with his father and mother's story. It was not long before young Yandel made his way down the steps in the main lobby.
"Ah hey!" He said greeting his great grandpa Drac.
"Uh sir i don't remember checking a bigfoot cub I- . . . Yandel?!" Dracula said completely confused.
"Bigfoot what?!" Yandel said surprised.
"Have you looked in the mirror today?!" Dracula said before getting a look from yandel and then giving himself a facepalm.
"Yandel . . . You're covered in hair." Dracula said.
Yandel could understand if he was a little harrier then most, he had a beard since he was around 95 which for a vampire was around 14 or 15, but Dracula's voice sounded serious. Yandel looked down at his arms and indeed, they had a surprisingly thick amount of hair.
"Well." Yandel said scratching himself heavily. "That explains the itching and lack of sunburn."
Dracula shrugged thinking it was his werewolf genes giving him a bit of fur and sun protection and so he turned too Blobby too talk before seeing something he didn't expect.
"YANDEL! GET OVER HERE!" Seeing he was still nearby.
"What?" Yandel said.
"Look at Blobby!" Dracula said pointing too the slimy green monster.
Being wobbly shimmering slime all Yandel could see was the reflection of the background.
"What i don't see-." Yandel said before noticing it.
In the gooey reflection Yandel saw himself.
"Yandel . . . I think you're no longer undead!" Dracula said looking for his own reflection, but failing.
