Twelve Years:

Year Eleven

Thriller:

"Father…what's wrong with these ghouls?" Nymphadora asked Alucard.

"Apparently child…we are now in control of them. Somehow when their master died he passed on the ownership to the nearest vampires. I am not fully aware of the circumstances, but in this case we must be cautious." The No-Life King advised.

"Okay then. Can I play with them?"

"What?" He just stared at her with an arched eyebrow.

"Can I play with them?" She merely asked again.

He grabbed her collar and roared at her, "THESE ARE GHOULS!! GHOULS!! THEIR SKULLS ARE CRACKED OPEN WITH THEIR BRAINS SPILLING OUT. THEIR STOMACHS HALF OPEN WITH ROTTING GUTS SHOWING! THEIR SKIN SO ROTTED YOU CAN SEE WORMS CRAWLING OUT OF THEIR SWEAT PORES! AND YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH THEM?!" He looked at her unfazed face and threw her back down on the ground.

"Yeah…" she smiled innocently, "they're kinda cute."

He sighed and pushed up his glasses. "Whatever. Just don't let your mother find out."

"YAY!!!" The girl hugged her father in thanks.

"OKAY GHOULS!" She yelled to her new minions. "We're going to take up a pyramid formation!! Sort yourselves out evenly!"

The ghouls instantly responded to her orders according to her specific directions. As they stood still, she counted how many there were. She then moved the least dead looking to the front and took away their guns. The Wild Geese skeptically stared at the child, wondering what in the world she was doing.

"Hey Pip!" Said child called over to the leader. "What time is it?"

It took him a while to register, but when he did he scrambled to push up his sleeve and check his watch. "Er…11:30pm Mon Cherie!"

"Okay! Thank you!" Grinning in an all too familiar Cheshire Grin, she pulled out her iPod which was in its case. This travel case also had mini speakers on it. She opened the case, and spun her thumb around the dial. She clicked the center button to finally choose a song.

The music started out with ghost noises and werewolves howling. Soon, a familiar bass line was heard as all the ghouls started marching in sync with the girl. Later, the whole group started doing very familiar dance moves by an even more familiar artist. The artist's voice was finally heard, creating the lyrics which went along the lines of:

"'Cause this is THRILLER! Thriller Night!

And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike!

You know it's THRILLER!

Thriller Night!

You're fighting for you life inside a killer, thriller tonight!"

The Wild Geese burst out laughing at the wondrous creatures doing a dance that fit them perfectly. They started laughing even harder once Seras took out a video camera usually used to record mission reports when they were far away to record the dance. The No-Life King didn't even bother to watch, but instead opted to have his face in his palm. After they stopped laughing they just watched with smiles on their faces, except Alucard, opted to keep his position until the end.

Author's Notes:

Okay guys….it's been a while. A VERY long while. I had a bunch of plans for this chapter but they went flying out the window once I heard Michael Jackson died. I totally had to write something in his memory. And also, I'm working on some original works, which has led to a fanfiction writer's block. I'm probably going to add more to this chapter during the re-write. But for now I have to finish Year Twelve. I might make the next one a little darker than all the others, and OMG I totally forgot to mention Arthur. He's Nymphy's little brother by the way. Damn, I was going to introduce him this chapter. But oh well, the re-write. And you'll see him in Year Twelve anyway.

Ja!,

Kurry