Charlotte walked down the corridor of the castle walls. After spending 6 days trapped in the castle, she was determined to destroy it.
She walked into a room, surprised to see, there were people there already.
"Hello?" she said.
"SUP?" Jonathan said, appearing for the first time, shouting "Sup" as loud as he could. He didn't shut up until Charlotte slapped him with a book.
"OW!" Jonathan screeched. "That freaking hurt you little…"
He stopped and caught sight of a butterfly, completely forgot what he was saying, and chased after it. Charlotte slapped her head and groaned, annoyed by her partners stupidness. It got annoying; sometimes she wanted to kill Jonathan cos he was stupid. She never did.
She turned back to the strange people in the room. One looked almost like a vampire, except, he didn't feel like one, his aurora was different.
The other was full human, his back was arched. "Excuse me," she started. "Who are you?"
The one with the arched back spoke up. "Grant. Grant Danasty."
Charlotte thought for a minute. Literally. Where had she heard that name before? It came to her. "Grant Danasty? You died! YEARS ago!" Charlotte said with a shocked expression.
"Who?" Jonathan said, returning from catching the butterfly, which successfully, epically failed at. The butterfly seemed to be mocking him as it flew away.
"Nothing," Charlotte said. "And who are you?"
The other man spoke. "Alucard."
Charlotte knew eminently who he was. Dracula's son.
She was about to say something, when a loud roar came out.
A large dragon looking thing flew through the ceiling, bricks and rocks fell to the ground as it landed and, of course, breathed fire, and as usual, tried to kill them.
The guys attacked the dragon- whom Charlotte named Jeff- with weapons while Charlotte started a spell.
She ended the spell and flashing lights filled the room, and all went black…
When Charlotte regained consciousness, she looked around, Jeff was gone, and everything felt.. smaller. She got up to realize that she was on four feet instead of two. Lifting up her hand, she found, not a hand, but a tortoiseshell colored paw.
She looked around some more to find, four other cats-which she assumed were Jonathan, Alucard, Grant and most likely Jeff- laying on the ground.
They weren't humans-or dhampires- anymore.
They were adorable little kittens.
Ok, this is co-written by Willowfur. She says hi. She is looming above my shoulder. It is scary. She is scary. I will shut up and let her type now because she is threatening me.
Willowfur here, Tobiismycat is full of shit. I did not just threaten to lock her in the closet. Or anywhere else.
And I (we) promise the next chapter WILL be longer. This is like, a…. default chapter. That's what I'll call it.
Willowfur, out.