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Chapter three
A spiked haired werewolf made himself right at home on the front desk chair, his first shift rounds of the New Transylvania Dungeon was over. He kicked his feet on the desk before digging out a lighter and a cigarette from his uniform's pocket. Why the hell do I need a C–day when I have Wally time?
Wally never once thought he'd spend the rest of his immortal life as a guard for some of the most despicable trash the UMA had to offer. His social life was mostly just him and his head, since most of his brothers were killed off and the fact he didn't believe in true love. He just ran on coffee, cigs, good memories, and anything to hold the lonely numbing.
He took one puff of the lit cig and allowed the nicotine to flow through his system, then blew a perfect smoke ring before his eyes. "Nailed it that time."
The battered lycan's thoughts always brought him back to one question, how the hell was he still alive? Why was he still here while his other siblings perished in the war? Walden had his brains and Wilbur had his combat prowess, Wally guessed he had dumb luck. He didn't really believe in any higher powers but he laughed and choked it up to Odin having a different plan for him.
Wally was about to take another puff his cigarette when he heard the front door handle turn.
"Crap," he muttered and practically jack hammered the cig against the bottom of the desk. Through the lingering smoke he saw the door open to reveal the blonde vampire. Well well, wonder what's so important that the traitor had to ruin my break for.
Greem walked over to the front desk, locking eyes with the lycan guard. He stopped in front and looked around, "receptionist not here?"
"No she's out, what do you want?" Wally grunted.
Greem presented his ID card, "I'm here to visit Inmate 12 in Cell Block D."
Wally glanced at his card, "ok. . just head out this door and down the end of–"
The werewolf stopped. He gave the turned agent an idiotic glare, then cocked his head. "The hell are you trying to play me for?"
"Excuse me?"
"Block D is where the Dark Brood and war criminals are kept, no one goes down there," Wally retorted.
Greem returned a glare of his own, "what, my Class Three ID not good enough?"
Wally emitted a growl only audible to him. Not being rude went against all of his instincts and Greem certainly was testing his patience. Nevertheless, the wolf guard decided to simply tell him off instead of risking his name tag.
"No it's not, In order to go through I'll have to call down the Warden and I don't feel like doing that so if you would be so kind to just screw off." Eh, nice enough.
"DOWN WHELP!" A deep male voice bellowed from the entrance.
Wally immediately crouched down on his right knee, almost falling off his chair. Only an alpha could give an order of that volume and not just any alpha.
Greem looked over at the silhouette blocking the moonlight that belonged to a tall and bulky werewolf. It walked forward, the only distinct feature was it's piercing emerald eyes which was uncanny for a lycanthrope. The alpha's jet black fur glistened as he moved in the fluorescent light, patches of it were missing but the regal hide outfit he sported covered most of the bare skin and scars.
The alpha scratched his missing left ear while keeping his hard stare at the wolf guard. He chuckled, it seemed as if Wally was fighting the urge to tremble. "Up."
Wally stood up and still at the command.
"Ah Wasilei, it's not like you to be late." Greem greeted.
Wasilei grunted, "I see you haven't adjusted well to your upyr vision or you would have seen me. Wanted to see how long you could go without needing my help, I'm not surprised."
Greem shrugged, "well it's good to know the old alpha is still here, and that being the central leader of the LPN hasn't made you soft."
"Nyet! keeping the packs together is nothing compared to the war, just show them dominance, make a few examples, and the rest fall in line."
Greem turned to Wally who was still standing straight with his head lowered. "Can we visit Inmate 12 now?"
The wolf guard pressed a button on the desk terminal, "go right ahead."
"Splendid," Greem mocked. He was about to follow Wasilei out the processing doors when he stopped and smelled the air. "You should probably stop that habit, wouldn't feel too well later in your immortal life."
Wally waited until the two were through the doors and their footsteps gone from his hearing until he breathed a hefty sigh. He slumped down in the chair and held his head. He knew something was really off about this visit but what could he do? The rest of the personnel were out on C–day and the few that remained were werewolves, even the warden, they'd be useless against Wasilei.
He pulled out his phone and called the only other monster he could trust, his older brother.
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Greem and Wasilei strolled past the many cells of Block A which were only misdemeanors. Most of cells were even empty aside from the occasional market thief and a few drunken slobs who partied a little too much. The main elevator was built at the back of this block and the two wasted no time getting on it. Greem pressed the button all the way to bottom of the panel which will take them to Block D.
"So Vanhorn, you're still a bit of snake to go through with this eh?"
"I still hold firm to my belief about the future for the UMA, even if my superior disagrees," Greem confirmed.
Wasilei chuckled, "I'd love to see Dracula's response."
"It's all good, I have a way to deal with him."
The lightning grew more dim as the elevator descended into the lower levels of the dungeon. Cells were now packed with violent offenders and red eyes shown through the cells that were dark.
"Hey Wasilei, you think he'll hear us out?"
The alpha thought for a moment, "Da, he has no other choice to. I know for a fact he'll listen to me, but for a turned one like yourself I can't say."
The elevator came to a smooth halt and the barred doors opened to a pitch black hallway. For extra punishment, lights were not installed on Block D. The two war associates' eyes adjusted to the limestone walls of the block, and the stinch of Dark Magic withdrawals began to fill their nostrils.
"Oy! stinks worse than a Bosha Clinic."
Wasilei was the first to walk out and Greem followed. The two scanned the silver barred cells as they made for the last door. Bat cronies glared at them through the bars, some making a few whispered remarks. A pack of ravenous werewolves were crammed in one cell and started to snarl and gnaw at the cell bars as the two walked pass, the pain they felt was obvious but they persisted.
"You can see it in their eyes can you?" Wasilei's voice sliced right through the darkness.
"What?"
"The pain, the hunger, the eagerness to hunt again, the dark arts did that to them."
"Yeah," Greem muttered and glanced behind him at cell of wolves. "They'll taste it again."
The two stopped at the door to the rear holding room that belonged to the most ruthless criminal of Transylvania. The ex agent looked over a panel and pulled out his ID card when he found the slot. As soon as the card went in, a soft buzzing sound rang through the block.
Wasilei's ear intact ear twitched. "The hell was that?"
"A glitch," Greem presented his card. "These cards were one of the last innovations by the U.S. Black Budget, now all the cameras and hidden mics will be unresponsive for an hour."
"Oy, you cold bloods and your tech."
The tungsten heavy door opened with a loud start, revealing a set of automatic silver bars. They slid down and the two walked in the cube of a room. Sitting strapped up in the center on a specialized restraining chair was none other than the head bat himself. His mouth was covered and his wings were clipped, but his glowering eyes cut at the two visitors like swords.
Greem paced over to the strapped bat. "Bela, long time no see man."
The bat didn't make an attempt to respond but only glared directly at the turned vampire.
"Cat got your tongue I see." Greem went to take his cover off and started to untie the edges. The second the cloth fell, he found himself falling back as Bela lurched forward. The bat's fangs just barely missed his neck.
"YOU!… I'd fillet you where you stand TURNED ONE! Do you even know whom you stand before!" Bela's roar echoed throughout the block.
"Um yeah, you're the wacko that got detained by a bunch of kids," Greem shot back.
Bela lurched forward again. He let out a demonic hiss as the restraints on his chair tightened, pulling him back in the chair.
"Are we done drook?"
The bat turned to the sound of the voice. "Heh Wasilei… what are you doing with this impure tool."
"Vanhorn and I have a plan that would benefit you and your Dark Brood greatly, but I think the tool would do a better job explaining this than me."
Bela's right eye flipped to the blonde vampire. "Alright, let's hear it turned."
Greem cleared his throat, "you definitely know your way around the DM Crystals and how Dark Magic has the potential to set monsters into an entirely new course, but it's long term side effects has taken it's toll on you and many other UMA veterans."
"Yeah, so?" Bela blurted.
The ex agent paced around and planned his next words. "Being considered a close friend by Dracula, I've had the courtesy of seeing him in combat, how he just soaks up all of the negative energy and uses it again and again. Even Dennis has become fluent in it's use and neither have yet to succumb to it's corruption."
Bela sank his fangs in his gums. Those names sent surges of rage throughout his body, especially the latter one. "And so what? What's your plan!?"
"I'm getting to it," Greem shut him down. "Me and a few UMA contacts of mine have been studying the crystals for the last five years, their properties, the effects of their energy. Something always seemed missing though, and I'll bet the blood of a Dracula holds the final secret."
"Well tool, I hope you have a way of catching him. I doubt you know how sacred their blood is."
"In fact I do know, I've developed a trap to get him alone but I'll need Wasilei's help for the next part," Greem nodded over to the alpha.
"Obviously you aren't familiar with C–day down here, where UMA suits and heads come down to celebrate our victory over humanity and Dracula gives his speech to the heads and what not."
"I've heard OF it, I don't know all the details."
"Well like I said before, it's a mass celebration. Only this time Dennis is expected to be appointed by the UMA heads as the new count of New Transylvania."
Bela broke in a fit of rasped laughter, "That little shit? HA! The fuck outta here with that shit."
Wasilei waited for the twisted bat to calm down before continuing, "Da, except the UMA has the power to overrule the appointed with enough votes and have Dracula remain as count, or even choose one of their own."
"Ohh, with you being one of the representatives you'll try to sway the others over." Bela was catching on, he knew Wasilei can be just as or more intimidating then him.
"Exactly Drook, everyone and their mothers expect Dennis to be appointed but if he gets overruled, it'll flip the whole city upside down. The perfect time for Greem to spring his trap."
A corrupted grin began to creep on Bela's mug. "I knew, I just knew that one day I'll get to see that little shit suffer. Where do I come in all this?"
"I've tapped into the city wide network and I found out there's a non–vocal minority that still support the Dark Brood in the northeast district, if my built in virus works and the cell doors go open… I'll need a need a monster who can rally them up." Greem answered.
"And what if the Allegiance tries to retaliate, huh?"
Wasilei looked over at the turned vampire, even he was unsure of that.
"New Transylvania, as much as it is a sanctuary it was built like a damn fortress. A magic field that surrounds the city, the largest fleet of wraith drones, and the electrical systems will all be under my control in less than sixteen hours. We'll be practically invincible."
"And even outside New Transylvania the Dark brood have a strong influence, especially with some of my packs and the legions of the Americas." Wasilei added.
Bela was now all giddy inside but he didn't dare show it. He'd have to admit that this turned vampire was smarter than he looked, well at least smart enough to know that only he could lead the Dark Brood effectively. "Well, looks like we have ourselves an uprising boys."
"Sixteen hours," Greem confirmed.
"I'll be waiting."
With that, the two left the room and closed it back up. They made their way back to the elevator.
"TOMORROW WE GET OUR CLAWS RED AGAIN BOYS!"
All around the two, Block D erupted in a series of Roars, howls, and screeches in response to Bela's shout.
On the elevator, Greem could only smile to himself as this arrangement went better than expected. Most of the monsters were still new to technology, allowing the ex agent a chance at designing the systems of New Transylvania. They weren't able to detect the built in time bomb virus Greem installed. He had everything riding on that prototype and now it was time to prepare and wait.
He looked over to the alpha. "Hey Wasilei, are you ready?"
"I still have one problem to handle, our ambassador Winnifred. She'll protect that half–bred no matter what, though she'll be easy."
"Good, one less distraction." Greem wouldn't have minded avoiding a civil conflict, but if it could buy him enough time to get the secret out of Drac then so be it.
