Chapter 25: Scary Story p3
"So, tell, what did your first time feel like?" Sophie questioned, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Was the intercourse with a human good, or better than good?" Charlotte asked, her paws clenched eagerly.
The night after Dracula and Ericka had returned from Sherman, Illinois of attending her class reunion, the couple retired to their chambers and sent the kids to Mavis' room for sleep, as the light of dawn peeked over the mountains, signaling the start of an new day but to signal the monsters to rest in the shadows and out of the sun's light. Mavis and her pals lay in their sleeping bags in Johnny's bedroom, which is big enough for seven kids to sleep in, still awake and not quite tired after tonight's crazy encounter with the werecat kittens. Winnie had been placed in the crib close by, already sound asleep after Mavis sung her a lullaby.
When her werewolf friends interrogated her about her first time having protected sex with Johnny, Mavis's cheeks turned a shade of red as she replied, "Well, it hurt at first... but then, it felt so good... it felt like fireworks inside of me..." She smiled dreamily as she remembered that wonderful intercourse she had shared with her human boyfriend at the abandoned Cartwright house.
"You still wore the condom, right?" Hank, Alex asked the ginger-haired young man, worriedly.
"Yes, and it was the most awesome night I've ever had!" Johnny assured him. "But we must make sure that nobody outside this room must ever know, especially Drac." He shuddered with dread at those last words.
Everyone nodded their heads in agreement.
"Well, enough with the sex talk," Pedro wanted to change the subject and do something else. "What do you want to do?"
"I'm not sleepy, as is everybody else," Wendy said. "How about we make glitter cards?" Her eyes got all wide and adorable at the idea.
"Uhhh, no, how about we tell a story," Johnny suggested.
"Okay," Mavis agreed. "Does anybody got any interesting stories to tell?"
"I got one!" Pedro volunteered, raising a hand in the hand. "How about the time I tell you where my dad Murray, Uncle Drac, Uncle Frank, Uncle Wayne and Uncle Griffin went fishing for piranhas! It's the most hilarious story ever!"
"Actually, I had something better in mind," Johnny said, with a goofy grin on his face. "But remind me to ask you about the piranha story later, okay?"
"Ugh! Fine." Pedro relented, crossing his arms and pouted like a child who doesn't get his way.
"My grandfather told me this story when my family and I used to go camping - its called the Whispering Owl Witch of Moonlight Cove," Johnny announced.
The group huddled closer around Johnny to eagerly hear of this mysterious story he had intended for them.
"A long time ago at a summer camp, there was a girl that was interested in dark magic and stuff like Witchcraft. This made her an outcast by others because of her weird interests. The only friends she had were the owls she fed, often whispered secrets to them, and she always wrote strange things in her special notebook with an inscription on it that no one understand what it meant. But three bullies, two boys and a girl, made fun of her all the time, and the counselors did nothing to stop it because they wrongly assumed the girl was doing it for attention."
Mavis silently scorned over how people can be cruel and ignorant of those who are good and misunderstood.
"One day the bullies decided to pull a prank on her. When she went to lunch and left her bag unattended, they took her notebook and put a dead rat inside it they found on the side of the road, but little did they know after lunch she went on a little hike, and later they heard from the counselors that she fell to her death. Two other campers that were with her explained that after they took a break when she opened the book there was a dead rat inside it and scared it her off the ledge of the cliff, but the craziest thing was the searchers never found her body so the three bullies kept it secret and stole the book from the counselors that night, intending to burn it tomorrow for all kids to watch since no one really cared she died, though some said she could still be alive."
Wendy glanced over at the werewolf twins, and they shared her thoughts about what was bound to happen next.
"But on that night, one of the three bullies, the girl, heard something like quiet whispers in the wind and she heard it say It's your fault it scared her to much that she woke the other two bullies up to help search for whoever is trying to prank them, so they went out of their cabin. One of them took the flashlight out and heard a strange noise, but when they turned around, it was only an owl. They made it go away but they heard more strange whispers and they kept following the source of the whispers deep into the forest. As they grew closer to origin of the voices, they noticed more owls appearing in the trees and the voices lead them to a Cove that they've never seen before. They've been here on hikes in this same path but it never lead them to this Cove. Believing the pranker was inside, they ventured into the Cove and the whispering voices stopped."
Pedro's teeth began to chatter like a nervous wreck, that he used Hank's nails to bite on them since he had no finger nails. Irked, Hank slapped the mummy on the back of the head and drew his stitched hand back.
"All they saw was a small pond and a dead tree in the Cove, but the bullies noticed a feather falling from the sky and then pointed the flashlight up, where they spotted millions of owls within the trees surrounding them. Just then, they heard another voice. They found a dark figure near the dead tree and upon a closer inspection, they realized it was a girl, but she wore a black feather-like coat and as they looked closer, her face looked like an owl with gleaming eyes that held nothing death in them. Horrified, the three bullies realized it was the weird girl whom they pranked and got killed of their actions, so all three of them raced out of the Cove as fast as they could go. But they got lost in the forest and they ran into a dead end. Suddenly they heard more noises which turned their blood cold. Just then, the millions of owls circled over and around them like cornered prey, and they watched the owl girl approaching closer and closer toward them. As she reached them, she released a sickening screech and the owls swooped down and attacked the paralyzed, terror-stricken bullies."
"So what happened after next?" Wendy asked, her blob body trembling.
"The next morning, the counselors discovered the three bullies had gone missing and set out to find them. However, upon discovering the missing teenagers, the hair on their heads were raised. The bodies of the three bullies lay dead on the ground, surrounded by owl feathers and a large pool of blood. Their throats torn to shreds, their eyeballs had been pecked out, their stomachs torn open exposing their organs that had been ripped apart... sorry, I'll skip the gory details. Anyway, the authorities had been called to remove the bodies and all of the other teenagers were traumatized by the sight of them, especially the counselors. One of the officers questioned the counselors about the missing girl who supposedly died at the cliff. When the investigators found the walkie-talkies in the bags and a few wallets with the IDs of two of the counselors, the police came to the wrong conclusion that the counselors plotted to murder the girl out of spite and killed the three bullies to silence them. The counselors tried to defend themselves by saying their items were stolen the other night by an owl, since that was partly true, but authorities didn't believe them and thought they made it up. All of the counselors were arrested, the teenagers were sent home on school buses, and the camp had been shut down. No one had ever returned to the Cove or the abandoned campsite ever since."
The room was filled with an eerie silence after the story had ended.
"That was... very nice," Mavis complimented, though she looked stunned rather than impressed.
"Did that really happen?" Hank, Alex asked.
"Nah, its just a story that my grandpa made up to scare us," Johnny told them in his usual easy-going manner. "People do that on camping trips, its like a tradition." He yawned and stretched his arms out. "Well, time to hit the sack." He crawled inside his sleeping bag and immediately fell asleep and started to snore.
For a moment, the kids kept their stares fixed on Johnny. His Moonlight Cove and the Owl Witch story seemed to leave an impact on them, even though they are monsters.
"Your boyfriend is really weird sometimes," Pedro droned to the female vampire, before he decided to go to sleep.
Everybody else turned in for the day, although Mavis lingered for a while, wondering if this story was true or not. But after thinking about what Johnny said, his grandfather only made it up to scare him as part of a tradition. So perhaps he was right. Then Mavis turned out the lamp light and lowered herself into her sleeping bag to doze off.
Meanwhile in the bedchambers of the Count and Countess, Dracula had pushed the TV closer to the bed so he and Ericka can watch a movie together to take their minds off the catastrophe in her former school in her former hometown. The couple had eaten their supper, taken a quick shower (though Ericka had to keep Dracula from getting frisky and to save it for later), brushed their teeth, and climbed into the bed sheets.
Ericka put in the DVD in the player and grabbed the remote control to skip the previews and play the movie. To Dracula's surprise, the movie started in a wacky, looney, cartoony style, about a rabbit and a baby, despite the movie's title introducing someone framing a rabbit.
"What kind of movie is this?" Dracula spewed out one ridiculous question after another. "Why does that rabbit look so hideous? Who leaves a rabbit to babysit a baby who can't stay in one place? Why isn't killed by fire, electrocution, or stabbed by a knife? Is he some sort of immortal rabbit?"
"Because its a cartoon!" Ericka grunted, placing a hand on his mouth to shut him up. "Roger Rabbit is a toon rabbit, toons don't die by those things because all of those things happening is supposed to be funny. And the whole plot of the cartoon is Roger's slapstick adventures of trying to care for Baby Herman while the mother is away. But don't worry, that's not the entire plot of the movie, as you'll see in a moment."
The cartoon ended with the refrigerator dropped on Roger's head and when the door opened, Roger had a goofy grin on his face as his head was surrounded by birds, until the frustrated director yelled cut. Baby Herman began to speak in a deep manly voice and cussed some bad words, much to Dracula's bewilderment. Although he found Eddie Valiant likeable due to their dislike of toons, since Dracula found toons to be quite annoying. But Dracula became truly astonished by the fact that Roger was married to a beautiful, sexy human toon named Jessica, asking stupidly if he were a rabbit and Ericka would still marry him, to which Ericka laughed and said she'll love him no matter what.
At the part where Eddie took out a camera to snap some pictures of Jessica cheating on Roger with an older guy named Marvin Acme by playing pattycake, Dracula commented that it sounded like two people enjoying the pleasure of sexual intercourse. In the midst of his words, it caused him to get in the mood as his lust for her revved like a race car engine and he started to mimic every line in the movie to arouse Ericka .
"Come now, my dear Ericka, I've got everything arranged... right here... on the bed..." he crooned, massaging the smooth velvet blanket as a smiled at her with that smoldering gaze on his face.
Giggling at his attempts, Ericka decided to coyly play along as she pretended not to be interested, "Oh, not tonight, Drac. I have a headache." She feigned a headache as she palmed her forehead.
"Oh, Ericka . You promised!" Dracula pretended to pout with his bottom lip quivering and his eyes grew so large to make puppy dog eyes.
Sighing, Ericka relented as she moved a hand toward his pants and began to pull it down. "Oh, all right. But this time, get rid of the pouty bat face."
Meanwhile, everyone inside Johnny's room was sound asleep. Blissfully resting or snoring loudly that some of them had to wear ear muffs, until they were awoken by a strange distant noise.
"What was that!?" A startled Mavis asked.
The kids groaned from this sudden rude awakening, until they too heard the muffled noises.
"What are you talking about, Mavis?" Hank, Alex yawned.
"Yeah, what are you talking about?" Pedro asked, annoyed at having been woken up.
"That noise!"
"What noise?" Johnny asked.
After a moment of silence, they suddenly heard the noise that seemed to come from somewhere within the castle walls, and this time everyone heard it.
"Please tell me I'm not the only one who heard that?" Mavis came close to a panic.
"N-Nope... we definitely heard that!" Johnny replied.
"Come on, guys. Maybe it was just the wind!" Sophie grunted, turning over in her sheet to try and get some sleep.
"O-Or... m-maybe it was the Owl Witch!" Wendy feared at the very thought of meeting this murderous creature, it started to terrify the others.
"Guys, don't be silly. The Owl Witch isn't real, it's just a story." Johnny tried to tell them in a reassuring tone, but some of them weren't entirely convinced.
"Let's go check it out!" Mavis decided, gesturing everyone to join her as she grabbed an umbrella for a weapon, ready to search for the source of the noises.
"No way!" Hank, Alex denied as he immediately scurried under Johnny's bed to hide. "I'm not going out there and letting the Owl Witch kill me or turn me into an owl minion!" He cowered, but Mavis rolled her eyes as she dragged him back out from under her bed.
"Come one. Stop being a scaredy-stein and let's find out what that noise is!" Mavis chided him as she headed for the door, umbrella in one hand. "Look, we're monsters, just like the Owl Witch, and we're the descendants of the most famous monsters in history, so are we gonna let some dumb old bird scare us off?"
"No way!" Charlotte and Sophie declared.
"Absolutely not!" Pedro pounded his chest like a gorilla.
"Count me in!" Johnny added. "Even though I'm not a monster, I still don't think there's a real Owl Witch."
Hank and Wendy said nothing, for they remained where they stood, paralyzed with fear and terror.
"Remember what I said, guys. The Owl Witch is just a made up story," Johnny assured them as he followed the rest of the group out the door.
"Then how do you explain all those noises?" Hank questioned, grabbing the human boy's arm for support, despite his super strength hurting Johnny so badly.
"Maybe... the staff... working..." Johnny's arm turned red by the tremendous squeeze that Hank was giving him as he was lead out into the hallway.
The entire hotel was dead and quiet, not entirely dead for the undead. Guests who came to stay slept peacefully in their rooms. Not a staff member was in sight, mostly resting in their own quarters when the morning sun cam up. In the darkened corridor, the kids crept down the hallway (Mavis still held up the umbrella in case they ran into danger), searching for the origin of the mysterious screeching sounds. As they slowly tiptoed further onward, the mystery sound got louder and louder and louder. Until finally they found the spot where the noise was coming from - Dracula's bedroom.
"It sounds like the Owl Witch is in Uncle Drac's bedroom!" Wendy panicked, her blob body trembling.
"Do you think Uncle Drac and Aunt Ericka are in trouble?" Hank asked, his chattering teeth biting his own nails.
"And you never let me bite your nails!" Pedro scowled.
"I don't know, I'll check." Mavis decided to investigate. She pushed the door open a little bit and peeked through the crack. She couldn't see much other than the TV playing a movie where a human man is arguing with a toon rabbit in his office, but she noticed a shadowy figure in a cloak in the room that she didn't recognize and then she heard her father's voice, howling and wailing and he sounded like he was in agonizing pain. Mavis panicked, assuming it really is the Owl Witch and that creature was trying to hurt her father.
"Holy rabies!" she cried. "There really is an Owl Witch, and who knows what she's doing to my father!"
"You see, Johnny?" Hank, Alex glowered at the red-haired young man. "The Owl Witch is real!"
"Now wait a second, guys!" Johnny tried to intervene that it couldn't be the Owl Witch and there must be some mistake.
"What do we do?" Charlotte asked warily.
"Grab whatever stuff that can be used as a weapon, because we're going to fight back!" Mavis declared in determination, whipping the umbrella in her palm, before it caused the umbrella to pop open.
"You do know an umbrella isn't going to work," Pedro pointed it out.
"I know..." Mavis closed up the umbrella, embarrassed.
Hank found a frying pan in the supply cart, believing it can be used for a weapon. Pedro reached into his linen body and searched for anything he might need to fight a witch, until he found a skateboard with Egyptian carvings and engravings. Wendy picked up a shoe from outside a guest's room. Charlotte and Sophie didn't need anything as they knew their claws and teeth provided to be good use.
"Uh, guys, I don't think we should-" Johnny tried to stop them, but it was too late.
"CHAAARRRGE!" The kids shouted as they barged the door open and stormed right into the Count's and Countess's chambers, ready to attack and destroy the Owl Witch before she did more damage to Mavis's parents.
But the second the group burst into the room, their eyes were met by a sight they will once again regret for the rest of their undead lives. Johnny trudged in along after them, and what he saw made his brain hate his eyes for discovering what he saw.
There in the bed lay Dracula, his pale chest exposed as he was breathing heavily from the pleasure he received between his legs. The hooded figure Mavis spotted lay on the bed on her stomach, wearing Dracula's pink pajama top over her form, was none other than Ericka. She had her mouth full as she sucked on his cock, bobbing her head up and down in rhythm while her husband moaned or wailed loudly in bliss. Pink pajama bottoms and boxers lay on the floor beside a fallen blue nightdress and underwear in their rushed frenzy. Ericka only kept the pajama top on for the fun of playful sex and pleasure with Dracula whilst the movie played on the screen.
In the midst of their blowjob, the kids grew horrified and paralyzed by the such a disgusting sight before them. Hank immediately took his eyes out, trying to un-see what he saw as he left screaming like a little girl.
Pedro ran out of the room, frantically claiming, "AARGH! I'VE GONE BLIND!"
"Ewww! Gross!" Wendy, Charlotte and Sophie hollered, feeling nauseous as their faces turned green, although Wendy remained green because she's a blob monster, but that didn't stop her from bouncing out of the room, and the werewolf twins barreled out of there trying not to barf.
"I told you there was no Owl Witch!" Johnny shouted, despite pleased he had proven them wrong, he rocketed out of the room like lightning, leaving a trail of dust behind him.
As for Mavis, she stood frozen on the spot, horrified the most of witnessing her father and stepmother commit such an act. It felt like it will haunt her all day and all night. Her body took control once Dracula heard their voices and he noticed his traumatized daughter watching him.
"MAVIS?!" he gasped, shocked and embarrassed at being caught in the act.
Hiding her face, Mavis gagged as she rushed out of the room.
Ericka's head shot up and she glanced over at the open door, barely catching Mavis's shadow. "Please tell me that wasn't our daughter walking in on us," she said.
"I'm afraid so, honey," Dracula replied, his mood for love and passion had faded, becoming concerned for his daughter. "I can't believe she saw us doing it." He gripped the temples of his forehead, pondering over the situation. "What do I tell her? No doubt she will be ashamed of us."
"Maybe we should tell her the truth," Ericka suggested, trying to remain calm about the situation.
"No! It will scare her!" Dracula refused, close to a panic. "This will traumatize her for life!"
"Well, I don't see any other reason to salvage the problem."
"Then I can erase their memories again!"
"No, I think we need to be honest this time!" Ericka retorted, sharply. "We just need to tell her that we know what happened and we understand her feelings and we're not upset with her."
"But my poor little mouse is scarred for life!" Dracula whined, pathetically clutching the pajama top his wife wore. "I don't want to frighten her!"
"Fine! I'll talk to her!" Ericka decided, determined to set things straight with her stepdaughter. She threw off her husband's pajama top and put her nightdress and underwear back on.
"No, honey, don't do it!" The vampire begged and pleaded as he tried to prevent his wife from making a mistake.
"I'm going to tell her, and that's final!" The brunette woman growled, sternly this time as she aimed a death squint at her husband to force him to back off.
Exiting the bedchambers, Ericka was surprised to find a paralyzed Mavis, in bat form, hiding out on the railing of a nearby balcony. She cautiously approached the little bat and spoke soothingly to her, "Mavis, are you alright?"
The little female bat nodded slightly.
"Why did you come into our bedroom?"
"Because we thought you were the Owl Witch," the bat replied, in a shy timid voice.
"Owl Witch?" Ericka raised a puzzled eyebrow.
And Mavis told her the entire story during the sleepover, or rather the creepover. Ericka nodded her head in realization, although stunned at how Johnny's grandfather could tell such a grim story to his grandson at such a young age. Mavis told her how the sounds of her father's moaning and wailing convinced them he was in danger of the Owl Witch.
"And you came into our room because you tried to save him from me because you thought I was this Owl Witch?" Ericka guessed the rest.
"Uh-huh." Mavis nodded.
"And you didn't know what your father and I had been doing, right?"
Mavis shook her head silently.
"Well, your father and I got in the mood after watching a movie and..." Ericka grunted, this wasn't the kind of talk she needed to give the young vampire. She decided to get right to the point. With patience, she spoke how any mother would to a child, "Honey, what you and your friends saw in there was a very private thing, usually done by couples. And that's why your scared and embarrassed. Isn't that right?"
Mavis nodded, silently. Her embarrassment melted away as she gazed up at her mother with hopeful eyes.
"I want you to know that I'm not angry at you, I understand what you're feeling." Ericka tenderly stroked her bat daughter's tiny head and scratched behind her ears affectionately. "When two people, or monsters, love each other, they want to share what they feel and they want to be very close to someone very special to them. And someday, when you and Johnny get married, you're gonna feel the same about him that I do for your father."
Mavis's body twitched. She had no idea how close her stepmother is to the truth about her and Johnny's closeness.
"You understand, sweetie?"
After thinking over what her stepmother had told her, Mavis knew that Ericka was in the right. However, she felt a twinge of guilt sting in her chest for keeping her intimate dare a secret from her stepmom. At first, the little bat wanted to confess everything about the dare. But her ears caught the sound of her father's feet steps in the corridor and her mouth kept glued shut. Count Dracula had dressed back in his pajamas and was desperately eager to find his daughter and explain the situation to her, hoping she wasn't ashamed of him.
"Mavis, honeybat, are you alright?" Dracula asked, desperately leaning over and looking genuinely concerned for her.
"Yeah, I'm okay now, Dad." Mavis looked up at with a relaxed smile, no longer feeling embarrassed about what she discovered. "Sorry for barging in you guys like that."
"It's alright, sweetie." Ericka nodded in understanding.
Dracula gingerly lifted her small furry chin up to make his daughter look up at him. "Mavy, why don't you go to sleep for now. We'll talk to your friends in the morning about what happened, okay?"
"Okay, Dad. Sweet nightmares." Mavis kissed her father's cheek, then she did the same to her stepmother saying, "Sweet nightmares, Mom," and she flew back to Johnny's room where her friends remained hidden in better spirits.
No sooner had the young vampire had gone, Ericka roughly elbowed her husband right in the gut, earning her a painful groan.
"What was that for?" he demanded.
"I told you talking about it was better!" she smirked, looking quite proud of herself.
"Ugh! Alright, fine, you win!" Dracula sighed, rolling his eyes in slight annoyance that his idea of erasing his daughter's memories was rejected. "Now, let's go to sleep and we can watch the rest of the movie tomorrow with the kids."
"That sounds like a good idea," Ericka agreed, walking arm in arm with her vampire husband. "I just hope more sleepovers in the future they won't have to walk in on us anymore."
"I hope so too," Dracula sighed, escorting his wife back to their chambers where they turned in for the day.
