Chapter 6:
Meadow farms
An: I'm really sorry about the lateness of this chapter. Any way I like to thank every one who has reviewed my stories. I will try to get the chapters out faster.
Back in Girir Anubis was not in a good mood. He had been given the task of explaining to the village's children the facts of life and death. Unlike Dracula his best friend, Anubis did not have any children and didn't know what to do when the young boy had come up to him with a dead cat.
"Mommy said that I should talk to you about Mr. Wiggles not moving anymore." The boy said as he shoved the dead gray cat into death's face.
Anubis jackal's ears popped out of his head, as he smelled the dead cat. "Mr. Wiggles is dead." Anubis said as he waved his hand in front of his face.
"Dead?" The boy asked innocently.
"You know dead. As in passed away, moved on, needs to be six feet under."
The boy blinked at him and held the cat close.
Anubis let out a sigh. "Look Mr. Wiggles has passed on. He's not here any more."
The little boy smiled. "Your silly he's right hear." he said shoving the cat again in to death face once more.
Anubis jackal's ears now lay flat on his head. "Well he's here and he's not."
Anubis was not cut out for this. He had to only explain once and only once to someone else about life and death. That someone else had been a younger Dracula. When the younger Dracula had shown the incarnation of life and death the rabbit he had found, death simply told him that it was dead and that was all he said about the subject. It was if the younger Dracula had some how knew about death and just needed Anubis to confirm his guess.
Taking a deep breath he began to start over. He motioned for the boy to come over and sit by him. The boy did. "Now what's your name?"
" Tom Clover."
"Well Tom, Mr. Wiggles has died. He's gone to sleep for a very long time. He won't be waking up " Anubis waited for the boy's reaction.
Tom began to cry. The young boy remembered back to a year ago when his uncle had passed away and his mother had explained death to him. The poor young boy had repressed the memory. Only now did he remember.
"Come on I'll help you bury Mr. Wiggles." Anubis said as he gave the boy a hug.
Emily smiled at the tender scene. Her mind then wondered to her dear friend. She knew some how that he was in trouble. Emily hoped that Dracula's sons would bring him back, so that she could beat some sense into that royal head of his!
(Just outside of Meadow Farms)
Sym clenched his teeth as he held his hand up to his forehead. The two brothers had entered the town near the farm and were chased out with extreme prejudice. The younger twin had gotten hit in the head with a wine bottle while the elder twin was met with a good-sized rock to his back.
Now D and Sym sat at a tree, which was between the farm and the town, D tied up the horse to the tree. As the elder hunter turned around he saw that the wound in his brother's forehead had healed. The pain in his back had also disappeared.
"You know D, I was thinking." Sym told his brother as he looked over his sunglasses at him.
"You've been thinking what?"
"We should get some type of magical concealment, you know to hide our appearances."
D remained silent.
Sym scrunched up his nose and narrowed his eyes at D. "Why not? Do you like to get hit with rocks and being chased out of towns? Because I don't!" Sym said partly yelling at the elder hunter.
D glared at his brother. " No I do not."
" Then why not get the spell! A lot of other dampires use it why not us!" Sym yelled at D.
D could see the faint glow behind Sym's sunglasses. He knew how his brother felt about his appearance. Sym hated it. In fact three hundred years ago in the year that they were separated, D had gotten an unexpected visitor, his brother. Sym had been beaten with in an inch of his life. It was a miracle that he had gotten to the next town where D was staying.
Two towns had hired both brothers. D had gone to the larger town to take care of the vampire, while Sym went to the smaller town to take care of the vampire's minions. When the younger dampire had finished his job and had come to collect his money, he was not greeted with cheers or congratulations. He was met with rocks, punches, torches and many other things used to beat him. The town's people had found out he was a dampire. Both brothers had a silent agreement that day forward about what happened then. For Sym wasn't the only one that walked away with out being injured.
"I under stand what you are saying Sym, but my answer is still no." D told him.
"Why not!"
"Brother we are we what are. Neither you nor I can change that. We are dampires. It is a simple as that."
"I know that!"
D sighed his brother was as stubborn as their father at times. " Have you ever seen what happens to a dampire that uses that spell?"
" Yes! They look human. They look normal." Sym said quietly.
" That is true, but have you ever seen what they do to a dampire that is pretended to be a human. Not everyone is like the people that live in Girir."
Sym turned his head and the soft glow behind his sunglasses faded. "I know."
Come on we can leave the horses here. "D said walking up ahead of his brother.
Sym stuck out his tongue at his brother's back.
"Your are not five and come along I think I see the farm up ahead."
Sym let a out hmmp and quickly ran up to his brother
"Do you think we will find any misfit vampires here?" Sym asked his brother.
"Take a look for yourself brother." D told the younger twin.
Sym turned his head and got his first look at Meadow Farm. It looked just like any other farm; save for one thing, centaurs were tending the farms. Which was physically impossible! Centaurs had died out centaurs ago. Sym was just about to tell his brother that what they were seeing was impossible! That what they were seeing had to be misfit vampires. When the twins heard a firmer sound, the sound of a shot gun clicking.
"Turn around slowly, dampires." Came a young man's voice.
Both hunters turned around to see a young man. He was at lest 18 to 20 years old. He had short messy brown hair. Two small goat-like horns were nestled in the messy locks. His indigo eyes looked at the dampire brothers as if they were filth. He wore a black turtleneck sweater and nothing more. For his legs were those of a goat's. The man was a satyr. The satyr raised the gun at the twin hunters. A curl smile was on his lips.
"Andy put down that shot gun!" Came an elderly woman's voice. The three men turned around to see a women of at lest 80 years old with salt and pepper hair. She wore present clothing and walked with a cane.
"But Nana." Andy protested.
"Don't You but Nana me!" She reached in to her pocket and pulled out a cigar which she lit and began to smoke." You almost killed the King of vampire sons, idiot!" she took a drag of her cigar.
"I almost WHAT!" Andy said as he dropped the shotgun at his hooves.
Sym and D were just as surprised as the satyr. How did this woman know that?
" Come on I think we should go have a little talk." She told the princes, and then added. "Why don't you go help Ixion, Andy."
Andy sorted, pick up the shotgun and pushed passed by the dampire brothers and began to walk back to the farmhouse.
Nana took a drag from, her cigar. " Don't mind Andy he hates anyone with vampire blood. Aside from the centpires and your father of course."
"And their the ones who are tending the farm?' Sym asked.
"More Misfit vampires." D thought to himself.
"Yes they raised Andy from baby. His parents were attacked by vampire, but I have my reasons that it could be something else." Nana said taking another drag from her cigar
"What do you know of our father." D asked.
Nana smiled brightly at the two. "I've know him since I was 12. This is his farm you know."
"What?" Both brothers said at once.
"Some 70 something years ago your father came to our town and set up this farm. The villagers had never minded the centpiers." She took a drag of her cigar. "But your father! That was another thing all together. The centpiers reminded them of the centaurs of long ago. They could deal with something that looked like something else, even if they were the one creature they hated the most. I found out who and what your father was when I was 15. You know I really wasn't afraid of him then and I'm not now. He treated me like I was his kid sister. I'm an orphan you see he was like the older brother I never had. He gave me a job and a home. In fact he introduced me to my husband. And boy did he know how to cook! Any way when the villagers found out that he was a vampire, they ran him out of town. Your father left me this farm." Nana told them.
D remand quiet while his brother began to question the elderly woman.
"So Nana, you and Dad were friends?" Sym asked as the three of them began to walk to the farmhouse.
"Yep! Drac and I were good friends. He told me all about you two and writes to me often, but for some strange reason his letters stopped about a month ago." She said as she took a drag of her cigar.
D raised an eyebrow at this, for only family and his father's true friends called him Drac. The ones that pretended to be the king's friends could not get passed calling him your highness, Dracula, or king when he had politely told them to call him by the shorter version that he preferred. The hunter knew that he could trust this strange woman.
"He's gone missing." D said speaking up.
"What! Great just great! What happened he get himself kidnapped or something? " Nana yelled at the two brothers. She then threw her cigar butt on the ground and stomped on it.
"We really don't know what happened." Sym said.
"Blast it!" Nana shook her fist. " I need a drink!"
"NANA!" Came Andy voice. It was come from the west. The young satyr was ridding a coal black furred and haired centpier who must have been Ixion.
"Charlie is missing." Ixion told them.
"Who?" Sym asked.
"The leader of this herd." Andy said with a snort.
"You're sure he's not around here?" Nana said.
"Yes!" Ixion told them.
"We found this by the dried up river bank." Andy said showing Nana the tranquilizer dart.
" D, this has got to be the work of Big R!" Sym told his brother.
"Who's this Big R? "Nana asked.
"A gangster with a passion for rare and unique creatures." D explained.
"Is that who kidnapped Charlie? " Ixion told the two hunters.
" Yes most likely." S said
"So do you know where we can find any other misfit vampires, he seems to be after them the most." Sym asked.
"Sorry I don't know any others besides the centpiers." Nana told them with a shake of her head.
"Great so where back to square one again!" Sym told his brother.
"Not quite, where there any tracks where you found the dart?" D asked Ixion and Andy.
"Yes they were heading southeast from here." Andy said.
"The only thing that is in that direction is the island Lost Fear and the only thing there is the old Rockhaven mansion." Ixion told them.
"Hey D are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Sym asked his brother.
"That The R in Big R stands for Rockhaven."
"I guess where going to the island." The younger dampire said with a sigh.
"Not with out me your not!" Andy yelled at dampires.
End chapter 6-
An: I'll try to get chapter 7 out by the end of the week. Please R&R Thank you
Meadow farms
An: I'm really sorry about the lateness of this chapter. Any way I like to thank every one who has reviewed my stories. I will try to get the chapters out faster.
Back in Girir Anubis was not in a good mood. He had been given the task of explaining to the village's children the facts of life and death. Unlike Dracula his best friend, Anubis did not have any children and didn't know what to do when the young boy had come up to him with a dead cat.
"Mommy said that I should talk to you about Mr. Wiggles not moving anymore." The boy said as he shoved the dead gray cat into death's face.
Anubis jackal's ears popped out of his head, as he smelled the dead cat. "Mr. Wiggles is dead." Anubis said as he waved his hand in front of his face.
"Dead?" The boy asked innocently.
"You know dead. As in passed away, moved on, needs to be six feet under."
The boy blinked at him and held the cat close.
Anubis let out a sigh. "Look Mr. Wiggles has passed on. He's not here any more."
The little boy smiled. "Your silly he's right hear." he said shoving the cat again in to death face once more.
Anubis jackal's ears now lay flat on his head. "Well he's here and he's not."
Anubis was not cut out for this. He had to only explain once and only once to someone else about life and death. That someone else had been a younger Dracula. When the younger Dracula had shown the incarnation of life and death the rabbit he had found, death simply told him that it was dead and that was all he said about the subject. It was if the younger Dracula had some how knew about death and just needed Anubis to confirm his guess.
Taking a deep breath he began to start over. He motioned for the boy to come over and sit by him. The boy did. "Now what's your name?"
" Tom Clover."
"Well Tom, Mr. Wiggles has died. He's gone to sleep for a very long time. He won't be waking up " Anubis waited for the boy's reaction.
Tom began to cry. The young boy remembered back to a year ago when his uncle had passed away and his mother had explained death to him. The poor young boy had repressed the memory. Only now did he remember.
"Come on I'll help you bury Mr. Wiggles." Anubis said as he gave the boy a hug.
Emily smiled at the tender scene. Her mind then wondered to her dear friend. She knew some how that he was in trouble. Emily hoped that Dracula's sons would bring him back, so that she could beat some sense into that royal head of his!
(Just outside of Meadow Farms)
Sym clenched his teeth as he held his hand up to his forehead. The two brothers had entered the town near the farm and were chased out with extreme prejudice. The younger twin had gotten hit in the head with a wine bottle while the elder twin was met with a good-sized rock to his back.
Now D and Sym sat at a tree, which was between the farm and the town, D tied up the horse to the tree. As the elder hunter turned around he saw that the wound in his brother's forehead had healed. The pain in his back had also disappeared.
"You know D, I was thinking." Sym told his brother as he looked over his sunglasses at him.
"You've been thinking what?"
"We should get some type of magical concealment, you know to hide our appearances."
D remained silent.
Sym scrunched up his nose and narrowed his eyes at D. "Why not? Do you like to get hit with rocks and being chased out of towns? Because I don't!" Sym said partly yelling at the elder hunter.
D glared at his brother. " No I do not."
" Then why not get the spell! A lot of other dampires use it why not us!" Sym yelled at D.
D could see the faint glow behind Sym's sunglasses. He knew how his brother felt about his appearance. Sym hated it. In fact three hundred years ago in the year that they were separated, D had gotten an unexpected visitor, his brother. Sym had been beaten with in an inch of his life. It was a miracle that he had gotten to the next town where D was staying.
Two towns had hired both brothers. D had gone to the larger town to take care of the vampire, while Sym went to the smaller town to take care of the vampire's minions. When the younger dampire had finished his job and had come to collect his money, he was not greeted with cheers or congratulations. He was met with rocks, punches, torches and many other things used to beat him. The town's people had found out he was a dampire. Both brothers had a silent agreement that day forward about what happened then. For Sym wasn't the only one that walked away with out being injured.
"I under stand what you are saying Sym, but my answer is still no." D told him.
"Why not!"
"Brother we are we what are. Neither you nor I can change that. We are dampires. It is a simple as that."
"I know that!"
D sighed his brother was as stubborn as their father at times. " Have you ever seen what happens to a dampire that uses that spell?"
" Yes! They look human. They look normal." Sym said quietly.
" That is true, but have you ever seen what they do to a dampire that is pretended to be a human. Not everyone is like the people that live in Girir."
Sym turned his head and the soft glow behind his sunglasses faded. "I know."
Come on we can leave the horses here. "D said walking up ahead of his brother.
Sym stuck out his tongue at his brother's back.
"Your are not five and come along I think I see the farm up ahead."
Sym let a out hmmp and quickly ran up to his brother
"Do you think we will find any misfit vampires here?" Sym asked his brother.
"Take a look for yourself brother." D told the younger twin.
Sym turned his head and got his first look at Meadow Farm. It looked just like any other farm; save for one thing, centaurs were tending the farms. Which was physically impossible! Centaurs had died out centaurs ago. Sym was just about to tell his brother that what they were seeing was impossible! That what they were seeing had to be misfit vampires. When the twins heard a firmer sound, the sound of a shot gun clicking.
"Turn around slowly, dampires." Came a young man's voice.
Both hunters turned around to see a young man. He was at lest 18 to 20 years old. He had short messy brown hair. Two small goat-like horns were nestled in the messy locks. His indigo eyes looked at the dampire brothers as if they were filth. He wore a black turtleneck sweater and nothing more. For his legs were those of a goat's. The man was a satyr. The satyr raised the gun at the twin hunters. A curl smile was on his lips.
"Andy put down that shot gun!" Came an elderly woman's voice. The three men turned around to see a women of at lest 80 years old with salt and pepper hair. She wore present clothing and walked with a cane.
"But Nana." Andy protested.
"Don't You but Nana me!" She reached in to her pocket and pulled out a cigar which she lit and began to smoke." You almost killed the King of vampire sons, idiot!" she took a drag of her cigar.
"I almost WHAT!" Andy said as he dropped the shotgun at his hooves.
Sym and D were just as surprised as the satyr. How did this woman know that?
" Come on I think we should go have a little talk." She told the princes, and then added. "Why don't you go help Ixion, Andy."
Andy sorted, pick up the shotgun and pushed passed by the dampire brothers and began to walk back to the farmhouse.
Nana took a drag from, her cigar. " Don't mind Andy he hates anyone with vampire blood. Aside from the centpires and your father of course."
"And their the ones who are tending the farm?' Sym asked.
"More Misfit vampires." D thought to himself.
"Yes they raised Andy from baby. His parents were attacked by vampire, but I have my reasons that it could be something else." Nana said taking another drag from her cigar
"What do you know of our father." D asked.
Nana smiled brightly at the two. "I've know him since I was 12. This is his farm you know."
"What?" Both brothers said at once.
"Some 70 something years ago your father came to our town and set up this farm. The villagers had never minded the centpiers." She took a drag of her cigar. "But your father! That was another thing all together. The centpiers reminded them of the centaurs of long ago. They could deal with something that looked like something else, even if they were the one creature they hated the most. I found out who and what your father was when I was 15. You know I really wasn't afraid of him then and I'm not now. He treated me like I was his kid sister. I'm an orphan you see he was like the older brother I never had. He gave me a job and a home. In fact he introduced me to my husband. And boy did he know how to cook! Any way when the villagers found out that he was a vampire, they ran him out of town. Your father left me this farm." Nana told them.
D remand quiet while his brother began to question the elderly woman.
"So Nana, you and Dad were friends?" Sym asked as the three of them began to walk to the farmhouse.
"Yep! Drac and I were good friends. He told me all about you two and writes to me often, but for some strange reason his letters stopped about a month ago." She said as she took a drag of her cigar.
D raised an eyebrow at this, for only family and his father's true friends called him Drac. The ones that pretended to be the king's friends could not get passed calling him your highness, Dracula, or king when he had politely told them to call him by the shorter version that he preferred. The hunter knew that he could trust this strange woman.
"He's gone missing." D said speaking up.
"What! Great just great! What happened he get himself kidnapped or something? " Nana yelled at the two brothers. She then threw her cigar butt on the ground and stomped on it.
"We really don't know what happened." Sym said.
"Blast it!" Nana shook her fist. " I need a drink!"
"NANA!" Came Andy voice. It was come from the west. The young satyr was ridding a coal black furred and haired centpier who must have been Ixion.
"Charlie is missing." Ixion told them.
"Who?" Sym asked.
"The leader of this herd." Andy said with a snort.
"You're sure he's not around here?" Nana said.
"Yes!" Ixion told them.
"We found this by the dried up river bank." Andy said showing Nana the tranquilizer dart.
" D, this has got to be the work of Big R!" Sym told his brother.
"Who's this Big R? "Nana asked.
"A gangster with a passion for rare and unique creatures." D explained.
"Is that who kidnapped Charlie? " Ixion told the two hunters.
" Yes most likely." S said
"So do you know where we can find any other misfit vampires, he seems to be after them the most." Sym asked.
"Sorry I don't know any others besides the centpiers." Nana told them with a shake of her head.
"Great so where back to square one again!" Sym told his brother.
"Not quite, where there any tracks where you found the dart?" D asked Ixion and Andy.
"Yes they were heading southeast from here." Andy said.
"The only thing that is in that direction is the island Lost Fear and the only thing there is the old Rockhaven mansion." Ixion told them.
"Hey D are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Sym asked his brother.
"That The R in Big R stands for Rockhaven."
"I guess where going to the island." The younger dampire said with a sigh.
"Not with out me your not!" Andy yelled at dampires.
End chapter 6-
An: I'll try to get chapter 7 out by the end of the week. Please R&R Thank you