Chapter 7:
Where is the King?
In an ivy and moss covered inn a very familiar dark hair man sat. It was no other then Dracula, King of all vampires. The inn where he sat was no more then a three days journey from where Dracula's sons were. Thou the king did not know this. As he sat there drinking a mug of ale his mind was on that of his sons and Girir. The town was the best he had ever lived in, but like all things it had to end. No human in their right mind would want Dracula the king of all vampires in their town.
In truth he really didn't want any one to know where he was. He hadn't even written to Nana in over a month. Dracula had to wince then knowing that if the eighty something year old woman had found out that nothing was wrong with him and that he was in at a bar drinking his sorrows away. Well she would take that shotgun of hers and fill his head in with a few more holes. The king also had to worry about Emily, who would most likely do something similar to what Nana might.
"Hey! Pretty boy! Move! Your in our seats!" Came a gruff voice.
Dracula took a sip of his ale and looked out of the corner of his eye at the owner of the voice.
He was a tall muscular man with flame red hair and mustache. He was dressed from head to toe in furs that belonged to werewolves and a chain of vampire fangs hung around his neck. On each of his arms was a pretty woman. Behind the man were two more hunters.
Dracula simply closed his eyes and continued to drink the ale. Which was suddenly smacked from his hand and splattered on to the wall.
"I said get up pretty boy!" The redhead man told the king of vampires.
"No." Was all that Dracula replied.
" Do you not know who this is!" The woman on the right said indicating the red haired man.
"This is the Great Hunter Edger. Who has killed countless vampires, werewolves and other creatures of the night as well as Count Trinity." The woman on the left told Dracula.
Both of Edger's 'friends' looked at Dracula as if his pretty face wasn't going to be so pretty very soon.
Dracula began to laugh then, but it wasn't the kind laughter that the people of Girir heard around their village. It was cold and dead.
The two men as well as the women backed up while Edger stood his ground.
Dracula kept his face down his long hair covering his face. "I hate liars." Dracula said, his voice was almost a growl.
"Are you calling me a liar pretty boy?" Edger said with a laugh.
"Yes I am."
"Why's that pretty boy?'
"Because the vampire hunter know as D, killed Count Trinity."
Edger began to laugh. "That dampire." He spat out the last word like it was a curse.
" A good for nothing dampire! A stupid mistake like him could possibly kill Count Trinity! HA!"
Dracula began to laugh that cold laugh again. "And you Edger? You were the one that killed Count Trinity."
Edger smiled." Now you've got some sense in that head of yours pretty boy!"
"You whose werewolf furs belong to mere pups. Or those fangs on that chain of yours that belong to vampires not even a hundred years old. That any hunter could kill. But you Edger are nothing more than s scalper. Some of those furs and fangs belong to innocents. No mere scalper could have killed Count Trinity." Dracula told the hunter.
"So what! The only good vampires and werewolves are dead ones. I'm doing those hunter a favor."
Dracula got up from his chair and began to walk away form Edger. The king of vampire did not want to be next to some one who took pleasure in killing.
"O pretty boy!" Edger called to him.
Dracula turned his head to look at the scalper. Edger smiled at the king.
"You know you know too much pretty boy." Edger made his hand in to a fist and pulled his arm back to punch Dracula square in the face.
The king of vampires did nothing but catch the man's fist in his own hand and proceed to crush it.
"I hate liars, but I hate scalpers even more." With that said he let Edger's hand go.
Edger cradled his wounded hand with his other. The scalper looked up at the 'pretty boy' then and came face to face with glowing red eyes. He was facing a vampire an old one at that. Edger felt fear creep into his heart. Though he was relieved when the vampire walked up to the bar to pay for his drink. Edger knew that he was lucky that day to only walk away with a broken hand. The scalper was defiantly thinking about changing his job that day.
After paying for his drink Dracula walked out of the bar. He hoped that men like Edger would be a thing of the past. Humans had to learn that not all creatures of the night were evil. Like humans the creatures of the night could be good or evil.
"King Dracula" came a sweet voice.
Dracula was shaken out of his thoughts by the voice. His eyes widen then at what he saw. It was a pixie. She was about 4'5 with pink colored hair and fuchsia colored eyes. The pixie wore a simple blue dress with daisies on it. Her wings were a light green. "I've come to play you a song your highness."
"All right." Dracula said.
She did a little bow and began to play a flute like instrument. Dracula smiled at the sweet melody. There was an evil glint in her eyes a she played a C# and a little dart came out of the flute and pierced the neck of the king of vampires. "Night Night."
(The Island Of Lost Fear)
Big R stood behind two large doors. The gangster could hear the weredampire and the centpire arguing. Big R knew that it would happen and mostly like argument was started by the centpire. He knew both vampires and werewolves hated the weredampire because most of them were created from science and not love.
Big R could hear the argument as he walked in.
" Plow horse."
"Mutated science…"
The insult was left hanging as the gangster walked in. The insults were replaced with hisses and growls. Big R paid it no mind as he walked over to the cage in the middle of the room. He ignored both the weredampier on the left and the centpire on the right. Big R was interested in the dragon/ man only. The dragon/man was about 7'8. His hair was red that was streaked with black and came down to the heels of his feet. His feet in question were more reptilian like and were covered in black scales. His hands were clawed and covered in the same black scales as his feet. What were once blue pants covered his legs.
"Hello Haiku I've been looking every where for you. Aren't you glad your home?" Big R said with mock kindness.
"No I'm not…Papa."
End chapter7
Where is the King?
In an ivy and moss covered inn a very familiar dark hair man sat. It was no other then Dracula, King of all vampires. The inn where he sat was no more then a three days journey from where Dracula's sons were. Thou the king did not know this. As he sat there drinking a mug of ale his mind was on that of his sons and Girir. The town was the best he had ever lived in, but like all things it had to end. No human in their right mind would want Dracula the king of all vampires in their town.
In truth he really didn't want any one to know where he was. He hadn't even written to Nana in over a month. Dracula had to wince then knowing that if the eighty something year old woman had found out that nothing was wrong with him and that he was in at a bar drinking his sorrows away. Well she would take that shotgun of hers and fill his head in with a few more holes. The king also had to worry about Emily, who would most likely do something similar to what Nana might.
"Hey! Pretty boy! Move! Your in our seats!" Came a gruff voice.
Dracula took a sip of his ale and looked out of the corner of his eye at the owner of the voice.
He was a tall muscular man with flame red hair and mustache. He was dressed from head to toe in furs that belonged to werewolves and a chain of vampire fangs hung around his neck. On each of his arms was a pretty woman. Behind the man were two more hunters.
Dracula simply closed his eyes and continued to drink the ale. Which was suddenly smacked from his hand and splattered on to the wall.
"I said get up pretty boy!" The redhead man told the king of vampires.
"No." Was all that Dracula replied.
" Do you not know who this is!" The woman on the right said indicating the red haired man.
"This is the Great Hunter Edger. Who has killed countless vampires, werewolves and other creatures of the night as well as Count Trinity." The woman on the left told Dracula.
Both of Edger's 'friends' looked at Dracula as if his pretty face wasn't going to be so pretty very soon.
Dracula began to laugh then, but it wasn't the kind laughter that the people of Girir heard around their village. It was cold and dead.
The two men as well as the women backed up while Edger stood his ground.
Dracula kept his face down his long hair covering his face. "I hate liars." Dracula said, his voice was almost a growl.
"Are you calling me a liar pretty boy?" Edger said with a laugh.
"Yes I am."
"Why's that pretty boy?'
"Because the vampire hunter know as D, killed Count Trinity."
Edger began to laugh. "That dampire." He spat out the last word like it was a curse.
" A good for nothing dampire! A stupid mistake like him could possibly kill Count Trinity! HA!"
Dracula began to laugh that cold laugh again. "And you Edger? You were the one that killed Count Trinity."
Edger smiled." Now you've got some sense in that head of yours pretty boy!"
"You whose werewolf furs belong to mere pups. Or those fangs on that chain of yours that belong to vampires not even a hundred years old. That any hunter could kill. But you Edger are nothing more than s scalper. Some of those furs and fangs belong to innocents. No mere scalper could have killed Count Trinity." Dracula told the hunter.
"So what! The only good vampires and werewolves are dead ones. I'm doing those hunter a favor."
Dracula got up from his chair and began to walk away form Edger. The king of vampire did not want to be next to some one who took pleasure in killing.
"O pretty boy!" Edger called to him.
Dracula turned his head to look at the scalper. Edger smiled at the king.
"You know you know too much pretty boy." Edger made his hand in to a fist and pulled his arm back to punch Dracula square in the face.
The king of vampires did nothing but catch the man's fist in his own hand and proceed to crush it.
"I hate liars, but I hate scalpers even more." With that said he let Edger's hand go.
Edger cradled his wounded hand with his other. The scalper looked up at the 'pretty boy' then and came face to face with glowing red eyes. He was facing a vampire an old one at that. Edger felt fear creep into his heart. Though he was relieved when the vampire walked up to the bar to pay for his drink. Edger knew that he was lucky that day to only walk away with a broken hand. The scalper was defiantly thinking about changing his job that day.
After paying for his drink Dracula walked out of the bar. He hoped that men like Edger would be a thing of the past. Humans had to learn that not all creatures of the night were evil. Like humans the creatures of the night could be good or evil.
"King Dracula" came a sweet voice.
Dracula was shaken out of his thoughts by the voice. His eyes widen then at what he saw. It was a pixie. She was about 4'5 with pink colored hair and fuchsia colored eyes. The pixie wore a simple blue dress with daisies on it. Her wings were a light green. "I've come to play you a song your highness."
"All right." Dracula said.
She did a little bow and began to play a flute like instrument. Dracula smiled at the sweet melody. There was an evil glint in her eyes a she played a C# and a little dart came out of the flute and pierced the neck of the king of vampires. "Night Night."
(The Island Of Lost Fear)
Big R stood behind two large doors. The gangster could hear the weredampire and the centpire arguing. Big R knew that it would happen and mostly like argument was started by the centpire. He knew both vampires and werewolves hated the weredampire because most of them were created from science and not love.
Big R could hear the argument as he walked in.
" Plow horse."
"Mutated science…"
The insult was left hanging as the gangster walked in. The insults were replaced with hisses and growls. Big R paid it no mind as he walked over to the cage in the middle of the room. He ignored both the weredampier on the left and the centpire on the right. Big R was interested in the dragon/ man only. The dragon/man was about 7'8. His hair was red that was streaked with black and came down to the heels of his feet. His feet in question were more reptilian like and were covered in black scales. His hands were clawed and covered in the same black scales as his feet. What were once blue pants covered his legs.
"Hello Haiku I've been looking every where for you. Aren't you glad your home?" Big R said with mock kindness.
"No I'm not…Papa."
End chapter7