Okay, let's get this thing going! I'm having a lot of fun writing this story and I hope you guys are having a lot of fun reading it. This move has served me well and I am much happier now.

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It's been a year since father threw mother into the bitter cold and beat me near to death. A year since the Vours ate him and I killed mother to prevent her sharing the same horrible fate. I carry the bone knife with me to remember her and remember the Vours. Inmoon and I have vowed to find a way to stop them.

We are no closer to learning anything than we were that first night. They don't like the cold, that's all we know. The only defense we have. I'm doing my best to teach Inmoon more words but she gets frustrated easily.

Winter is harsh and I've had to learn theft. A necessary evil. The closer it comes to Sorry Night the more afraid I get, but I can't be afraid. I'm not allowed to.

Vladislav Dracula

It's been three years since my first entry and I am now sixteen. Inmoon is doing well with her vocabulary but her people skills leave much to be desired. She was attacked a few days ago by a group of men that discovered her while she was trying to steal some of their food. They tried to rape her and she tore them apart with her bare hands and teeth. She is viewed as nothing more than an animal by other people and it disgusts me. The men returned and told the village of the savage wild woman living in the woods. We are being hunted, but I am not angry at Inmoon.

Vladislav Dracula

It has been a while since Vlad wrote in this. He tells me that he writes the important things and this would be important. I messed up again. I grew too curious and stumbled into a village. Someone hit me with a rock and I woke up in a cage.

They were going to sell me.

Vlad broke me out but they hurt him. He sleeps now and his flesh is hot with the fever. His wound is sick and his illness is my fault. All I can do is treat his wound with the herbs and pray.

I'm so sorry Vlad

Inmoon

It was basically a journal that her father had kept during the course of his life that documented, as he put it, the important things. Mavis hadn't even made it that far in and she already couldn't bring herself to continue. She closed the book and swallowed hard as Johnny held her close.

"It's my grandmother's shrine." She mumbled. "What are Vours?"

"I don't know." Was the only answer Johnny could give her.

"We need to get my uncles back here. They need to read this."

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Wayne, Frank, Griffin, and Murray had continued to track the group of assumed monster hunters across Romania. Dracula and Inmoon's trail had long gone cold and it was obvious that the two of them had cleared out of Romania a while ago. The trail wasn't an easy one to find as Dracula was flying and Inmoon knew how to run without leaving much of a trail. Unfortunately for her, she was shedding and left small tufts of silver fur on branches that snagged her as she ran. It was probably something that she wasn't even aware of. It was another thing about her that Wayne didn't like. Werewolves only shed during their first full moon, before a complete shift if they were turned, and during puberty if they were purebloods.

Everything about Inmoon screamed dangerous and he just wanted to get her away from his friends and family. The way she acted unnerved him too and Wayne knew that everyone else thought the same thing. She was so up there, acting like she was above all of them. They recognized Dracula as their King but he was humble and never treated them like she did. She was just…..she needed to be gone.

He paused in his running to catch his breath and heard the call of a Raven in the night sky. He looked up and the large black bird swooped down and landed on his head. He grunted in annoyance before reaching up and grabbing the animal. There was a note on its leg and he untied it and read it as the bird flew away.

Found something that you need to see. Dad can take care of himself. Come back to the hotel now.

Mavis

The first thing to settle in his gut was worry and he quickly turned around to alert the rest of the group about their sudden change in plans.

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They followed Isobel back to her house built into the boughs of four tall oak trees. A strong wind blew her into her home as Dracula took wing and flew the distance. Inmoon took to scaling the tree, digging her claws deep into the wood and reaching her friends in a few short seconds. Once inside Isobel removed her cloak and walked further down the hall.

She was a short woman, much shorter than her companions and her skin was paler than the count's, almost clear, with black veins that protruded slightly. Her brown hair reached down to her waist and her frame was very petite. Long slender fingers ended in long black nails and her teeth were sharpened to razors. Her milky white eyes were piercing and when she looked at you it felt as if she was gazing into your soul.

"I've managed to collect a few good scotches over the years." Isobel stated in her thick Scottish accent as she led the two over to a table.

Dracula and Inmoon took seats at the glass table and admired the black metal work resembling vines that wound its way around the surface. Isobel reappeared shortly holding a bottle of scotch and three shot glasses. She sat in the chair across from Dracula and Inmoon and poured each of them a shot. She knocked back her own quickly and happily poured herself another shot.

"Alright then. Spit it oot! What's happening that's so important that the two of ye have to feed on humans again?"

"How did you-" Dracula stuttered as Inmoon nearly choked on her scotch.

"Ah please. Ye dinnae give me enough credit! Inmoon's fur is gettin coarse again an she's sheddin, an ye Vlad! Why the color in yer skin is returning and that dinnae happen unless ye been drinkin human blood an eatin human flesh. So, spit it oot!"

The two of them sat in a moment of stunned silence whilst Isobel gave a triumphant smirk as she poured herself another shot. They had forgotten how observant Isobel was. They looked at each other and Dracula sighed loudly. Once again the task of explaining fell to him. Even after he had taught her proper vocabulary she still didn't like to speak more than she had to and now that Dracula was here she didn't have to speak at all if she didn't want to.

"It's….the vault Isobel. The protective seal over it is breaking."

Isobel nearly choked on her scotch, which she was now downing straight from the bottle.

"No, that…..that's not possible Vlad. Ye put everythin ye had inta it! Ye said nothin could break it!"

"Well I was wrong!" He shouted. "I was wrong and the seal is breaking. We have to right this and keep them from swarming out of the void to feed. They have no limitations anymore and once they get through they don't have to go back. It's not like it used to be. They found out how to break the rules and so we must make new ones. This is our burden and we will fulfill it!"

"Ah wasn't sayin that ah wasn't ginnae fight. Ah made a vow Vlad an ah intend te keep it." She whispered looking him in the eye as she hunched over the table.

"I….I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap."

"It's alright Vlad. With what we're ginnae go up against again this is fine. We all git it oot in different ways."

The three of them sat in silence simply enjoying the drink, the calm and the company of one another until dawn. As the sunlight peeked its way through the windows Isobel stood and addressed the two sitting at her table.

"Well, the two of ye look more than tired. Ye will sleep ere tonight and then the three of us will head off te Ireland come nightfall te find Lorelay."

The two nodded sleepily and wandered off to find their rooms. They had been to Isobel's home many times and knew their way around.

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My name is Vladislav Dracula, I am twenty five years old and I have finally learned more about the Vours. Sorry night was last night and last night Inmoon fell prey to a Vour. It took her quickly and I had trouble telling that it wasn't her. When I found out she attacked me. She screamed that horrible scream that turned my head to fire. I fought with her for hours, smashing snow and ice against her skin causing it to blacken and making her howl in pain.

I grabbed her arm and, I'm not sure how, but I entered her mind where the Vour dwelled. The creature had created a nightmare world built from her worst fears. I spent what seemed like hours in this dreamscape, as I called it, fighting through the blood and the gore and the screams to find her. The filthy creature had turned her parents into hideous monsters that screamed profanities at her and tried to kill her.

Her pack lay about the ground mutilated, gutted, dismembered, choking on their own blood and crying for her comfort that she could not give. The men who hunted us roamed the woods; her home had become twisted and warped into something dark. Everything was dead. The men who attacked her had done so again but this time they succeeded. They took her again, and again, and again. They beat her and laughed at her tears and screams and pleas for them to stop.

My house was there too. Burned to the ground and my mother lingered outside the doorway still. Her throat split wide and every word spoken was drowned in blood. My father chased her, burned as he was. It was horrifying.

It was the most terrifying thing I have ever experienced and it was difficult not to succumb to the terror myself. I found her and when I convinced her that none of this was real, that it was the work of the Vour, the dreamscape faded and the Vour was expelled.

I am unsure of what I have learned but I'm certain that I have found something important this year and one day I pray I have the wisdom to decipher it.

Vladislav Dracula

"Stop. Just stop reading now!" Frank shouted. "This is….what is this?!" He gazed at Mavis with eyes that begged her to say that this was not her father's journal, pleaded with her to say that it was anyone else's.

"I don't know what it is. All I know is that its dad's and he wanted me to find it." Mavis responded through tears.

"I…I just….He would have told us about stuff like this. This is…"

"Like something out of a horror movie." Johnny intercepted. "A legit one."

"Those…things…in the jars. They were Vours." Mavis said as if she was stating a fact, she was.

"Keep going." Griffin told her. "If you can't then I will. Vlad wouldn't have given this to us if there wasn't something for us to find."

Mavis nodded and took a deep breath before continuing.

Magic exists and I've discovered how to use it.

Vladislav Dracula

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Now we see the horror, and this is why I have upped the rating. Hope it's not too much for any of you. That line about the wolves….I did not realize how intense it was until I read it out loud. Goose bumps! Read and for the sake of all things horror REVIEW!