It had been years. Years since the death of the one man whom excepted her. In all of her greenness, her paleness, her... everything. She knew it would happen eventually... after all, his kind was not immortal. But due to his being created, he could not die unless by his only true weakness... fire. She knew America would never except them. Being in L.A., what did they expect? A warm welcome for a group of... monsters? Yes, monsters. That is what they were. Gruesome, monsters. Munster was not real. For in the end, it was what you were that really mattered.
They were persecuted again. The whole town had gotten together and what had they done? They had taken Herman. God knows what they had done with him. They didn't want just him, but Herman fought them and they took him with the parting words, telling them to leave and never return. But they had nowhere else to go. "Let this be a lesson to you, " they had said. "Monsters!" They yelled and ran out with her husband. So, they did the next best thing. They moved, they moved to a small, two bedroom apartment and changed their outfits... their names. Their identities.
Eddie was only twenty two then. Marylin had finally gotten married five years earlier and moved away. Lilith Grace Kenedine, being her new name... still, to the present day, cried. Sal Pedro Frenedo, was now five hundred fourty, and looked sixty. Lilith barely looked older. Except she had lost her figure. She had let a lot about herself go. She was now one hundred and sixty seven, she looked in between thirty five and fourty. However her new age was of course, sixty. Eddie Alejandro Kenedine was fourty. Marylin, fourty eight with Lilith and... Sal, still loving in the apartment. It had been this way for thirty years. A long, long time. Lily had died her hair all black and covered her fangs up. She hated looking the way she did, dressing the way she did... living the way... they, did.
She saw his face everywhere, a glimmer of hope telling her he was not dead. That he was out there... but how could that be? He would be persecuted anywhere. And so would she. She drove down the street on August 1st, 1997. She drove in a small, beat up clown car. It was white. And rusty. She was picking up her father his weekly medication. Ever since he stopped drinking blood, his mind and body had begin to fail him. She remembered a quite few years ago, they had run into a boy who looked exactly like her husband. They had ordered food clpsest to what they used to eat, but still not close enough. The town had not remembered them, for their false identities were so good at masking them that they were no longer false. She waited at the red light. Her plus size floral dress barely moved, even with the windows down. And Sal's medication was next to her. Lilith had grown cold over the years. Her joy in life was her whole family. She loved Herman's goofiness and stupidity and how he could have those genious moments. How he often thought he was on top of the world. She was doing it again. She sighed. She was letting her thoughts run away with her. She would not cry. All she had left of him was a bat necklace he had given her. She wore it every day, tucking it carefully into her clothing.
Someone beeped. "Hey, old man! Get out of the road!"
Lilith looked at what the person was yelling at and saw an old man, limping through the street, shaking a tin can with a bat on it and yelling, "Blood donations! Donate your blood to the vampires!" Lilith immideatley ran into the street and put the old man in her car, in the passenger seat. She snatched the tin can away from him.
"Father, stop that!" She whisper yelled. She then shook her head and popped a few pills into his mouth. "There... You have to stay in the house when I tell you to." They drove to the apartment and Lilith started on lunch. A salad, a meat salad. Thus was all Sal ever ate anymore. She quickly whipped one up and served it to him in his bed. And she then sat on the baige couch for thebfourth time that Tuesday... and wept.