The Curse of the Werepire

Author's note: This fanfiction is co-authored by Cydra and Hamishwarfare who both agreed to use each other's characters.

Chapter 4: Eclipse

Lilo lifted her head and said, "Jumba, how long until the moon turns red?" "In approximately 20 minutes." "What!" cried the experiments. "It's been dark for quite a while," said Pleakley. "Haven't you looked out the window?" The experiments looked outside. Sure enough, it was nighttime and the full moon was high in the sky. "Wow," said Deli. "Time sure does fly when you're trying to stop evil." He appropriately got knocked on the head for his bad pun. The group went outside and looked about. "Lilo, what does the moon's color have to do with our new enemy?" Stitch asked, still a little confused. Lilo turned to him and started; "It's because I think his name is…" She was cut off by someone laughing evilly.

They looked towards the rising moon and saw a pair of red eyes glowing in the branches just underneath of it. The group tensed, bracing for the attack. The owner of the red eyes leapt out into the clearing. It was 627, and he was looking pretty much the same way he did when he was dehydrated. The most noticeable differences were his eyes and voice. They both seemed demonic, well more demonic than usual. Draco stepped forward and extended one of his hands, "You must be 6-2-7, the evil experiment I've heard so much about. Hi, my name's Draco. I'm the experiment that came after you." 627 took Draco's hand, then started slamming his body on the ground. He twirled Draco like a lasso and then threw him back at the group. He collided into Chip like a bowling ball to a bowling pin. "So that 'super-evil' thing wasn't an exaggeration then?" said Draco. The rest shook their heads. More evil laughing was heard but it was not from 627. They looked up to see Piton Toxico floating towards them. For some reason, he seemed to be careful not to blot out the moonlight. "I sssee you have met my new massster'sss ssservant. Like I sssaid before, we had no trouble getting him to join usss." "Enough with this mystery identity!" shouted Chip. "Who is you new master?" Pitn turned to Chip with an evil grin. "You need not be ssso impatient, for here he comesss."

The group looked at the moon and saw it was going into eclipse. It was also turning red. Then, out of the darkness of the forest, a blood-curdling howl was heard. The sound of the howl chilled all the fluids and bones in our heroes' bodies. They then heard the flapping of wings and a shape rose into the air from the trees nearer the heart of the woods. As the shape drew nearer, the eerie howls became louder. Our heroes were completely petrified with fear. Finally the shape landed in the clearing with a thud. Its body resembled that of a werewolf but it also had wings, ears, and fangs of a vampire bat. Its eyes were the same blood red that the moon was becoming. The only thing it wore was a ripped black tunic held on by only a little piece of rope. The monster lifted its head once more and howled for effect. "Allow me to introduccce to you," said Pitn, "my new massster and the ruler of thisss island in the very near future. Behold the power of Red Moon the Uncrussshable, massster of the creaturesss in the night, king of all werepiresss." The werepire looked at Piton and said, "Thank you, servant," in a voice that was like a black hole: dark, cold, and hungry. Even Piton shrank away from him a little. Red Moon turned to our heroes. "I have heard many things about you from Piton. I've heard that you were adversaries against the Dark Dragon when Piton worked for him. Know that I'm just as powerful as he is. I've decided to see you first before I start my reign on this island. You have potential but not enough to face me. Don't think that you won't escape my power. Not even the experiments can." As proof Red Moon raised a claw toward 627. 627 started to grow and change. His body became longer and more streamlined. His tail grew long and bushy. He went on all fours; his legs resembling more like each other. His face grew out into a snout. The pressure caused all his alien appendages to pop out, including his 'extra' head. When his transformation was through, he had become a red wolf with eight legs and two heads. If there was any good in him to begin with, it was completely replaced with animalistic rage.

Red Moon turned to the group and surveyed them. "Although I'm ready to conquer this island, I think I'll have a little snack first." And before anyone can react, Red Moon reached out and grabbed Morph. He sniffed him several times before saying to Piton, "This creature is different from all the other creatures I have eaten." "That isss probably becaussse he isss made of plasssma, sssir," responded Piton. "Like blood plasma?" "Not exactly, but I advice againssst eating him. He will give you indigessstion." Red Moon glared at Piton. "Are you giving me orders?" he said with a snarl. "No, no, it wasss only a recommendation. Who am I do tell you what to do?" Red Moon nodded in satisfaction and lifted Morph to his mouth. It was quick and sudden. Red Moon didn't even chew but swallowed Morph whole. There was silence for a while but then a bulge appeared in Red Moon's belly and Morph's voice was heard. "Help! Get me out of here! It's cold and slimy and stinky and gross and dark and there are creepy things in here!" Red Moon punched the bulge and forced Morph back into place. "Stay in there!" he said to his meal.

Then Red Moon looked at the rest of the group and said, "Are there any last words before I put you under my control?" "Well I have four words to say that I'm sure everyone will agree to," said Chip. "And what are they?" asked Red Moon. "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" Everyone sped off towards the entrance to the Chateau de Experiments. "Ssshall we persssue them massster?" asked Piton. "No, lets' give them a head start. The hunt is more thrilling when you have a challenge." They waited about 30 seconds. "Now we shall hunt," said Red Moon before he went off in the direction the group went with his two minions behind him.

Our heroes were about halfway to the Chateau entrance when Red Moon started after them. Chip was far in the lead. The reason was that, what Chip lacked in physical strength he made up for in speed and with the threat of the werepire after him he was running pretty darn quick. Draco was a close second because he had been fortunate enough to grab hold of Chip before he started running. But Draco was currently considering if this was a good idea because he was being dragged in the dirt and was being hit by a lot of things like rocks, sticks, and that frog that kept showing up in the show. When they reached the Chateau door Chip wasted no time in letting himself and Draco in. "How are you doing, Draco?" asked Chip, panting a little and looking at Draco. Draco was still a bit woozy from the concussions but he managed to say, "Time for the luau. Grab your lily pad and muffin and we'll boogie-woogie." Chip sighed and put an ice bag on Draco's head. "How about the rest of you guys?" asked Chip. When he didn't hear a response he turned around and saw that he and Draco were the only ones there at the moment. "Lilo? Stitch? Jumba? Pleakley? Deli? Angel? Victoria? Anybody?" Suddenly the truth hit Chip like a ton of bricks, (actually it was Draco's fist, who had also realized what happened.) Chip had left everybody behind and Red Moon and his minions had captured them. The crushing guilt of this was even more painful then the punches, kicks, and yelling of Draco. But the truth was inevitable: Draco and Chip were the only known people to have escaped Red Moon.