Well here I am again. I'm having loads of fun with this. Reviews are always appreciated and has anyone noticed the absolutely horrific face that Mavis makes when Dracula winds up spilling the beans on the fake village? Only there for a split second but it's there and really scary! This character that has been nothing but cute and adorable throughout the whole movie suddenly makes THAT face and turns into a demon before your very eyes. GEEZE!
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He watched them run until they had faded into the mists and he tried to push down the darkness that had overtaken him. He looked down and saw the blood spattered on his form and the bloody mess of meat at his feet. He gasped for air and fought away his rage. He shook his head as his body convulsed and eyes flickered with a black flame.
"Vlad?" Inmoon called out tentatively as she approached. "Shadow?" She whispered when she saw his struggles.
He stood and glared at her as those black flames seeped from his eyes. When he spoke his accent was gone and his voice boomed in her head even as she heard it in her ears. He whispered and spoke and shouted all at the same time.
"I will not stand for such incursions during this time. How fares Water? Can her vessel be healed?"
"We are trying to speak with her. We need Vlad. Surrender his body, it is not yours to claim and he is too distraught to fight off your influence. Do not betray him like this Shadow."
The glare she received was nothing short of demonic even after Dracula's body had shifted back into his human form.
"I know you're angry but don't let it control you. Look at what you've done to that human at your feet. How do you think Vlad is going to react to that?! None of your reassurances or consoling is going to make him feel better and you know it Shadow! Now let him go!"
Those eyes lost their murderous rage and Dracula's whole form deflated. Those eyes looked sadly at Inmoon before the black flame subsided and the vampire sunk to his knees in front of the corpse, his blue eyes like glass.
"Vlad?" Inmoon called softly.
"Shut up." He whispered and shook his head. "Shut up. I don't want to hear it." He began to cry. "How dare you. Shut up!"
He stood up and in a flash he was by Lorelay's side.
"I will speak with Shadow Inmoon. He knows the treachery he has committed." She heard Spirit's voice echo in her head as she turned to follow Dracula.
"The arrow was poisoned Vlad. I dinnae what te do. She kin hardly speak." Isobel informed him as he knelt down.
"Lorelay." He whispered as he gently cupped her face. "Lorelay do you have a cure?"
She could only nod.
"In your home?"
She nodded again and he stood.
"Keep her awake and out of harm's way until I return. I know what I'm looking for."
Isobel and Inmoon nodded as he jumped into the lake and disappeared beneath the surface. There was no question that it should be Vlad who goes to find the cure, he understood magic better than any of them. All they could do was wait and try to ease the suffering of their friend.
Dracula's lungs burned for air but all he could fill them with was water. He refused to surface as he powered his way through the murky depths into Lorelay's home. The door was round and carved from the stone around it. He pulled open the door and swam inside. He had little time to admire Lorelay's craftsmanship as he moved through the place to find her collection. Lorelay always loved to collect things she found by the lake and there were crystal glasses, clocks and watches, jewelry and other interesting things lining the shelves. He was in agony as each breath of water burned his lungs. Then his eyes found what he needed.
It looked like a simple stone but there was a faint green glow through the cracks and imperfections in its surface. He turned it over in his hands and felt the lightness of it. The cure was contained inside a protective shell of stone. He tucked it into the pocket of his vest before swimming back out to the main door.
"Hurry." Shadow urged him.
He reached for the handle of the door but when he pushed it broke off in his hand. A surge of panic surged through him that was both his and Shadow's. He ripped Sirith off of his back and used the sword to pry open the door before extending his wings and using them to rocket himself to the surface.
He coughed out the water violently and greedily gasped for air before diving back under and using his wings to propel him to shore.
"Here!" He shouted as he ran over to them.
He knelt down next to Lorelay and used his claws to gently crack open the stone in his hands. Inside was a thick slime that he coated the area around the arrow with. He placed a cold hand over her eyes before quickly pulling the arrow out of her shoulder and rubbing the medicine into the wound before it closed.
He visually winced as she screamed in pain.
He fell back onto the sand after bandaging her chest and stared at the starry night sky. All they could do now was wait, so they slept there on the shore.
Sleep was dreamless that night and Dracula thanked every power in existence for that when he awoke the next evening. It was four days before Lorelay was healed properly and the group did not take the wait very well. Tensions rose and anxiety was through the roof for everyone. They all knew that they didn't have much time to waste but there was nothing they could do.
Dracula didn't know how she did it but Isobel somehow managed to get a hold of copious amounts of liquor.
"Do….I even want to know how you got that?" Dracula muttered as she handed him a bottle of bourbon and another of spiced rum.
"Ah should say no. Plausible deniability an all that." She responded with a shrug of her shoulders.
"What did you do?" He snarled.
"Shut up and drink Vlad." Inmoon deadpanned after taking a long gulp of vodka.
"There's plenty more where that came from." Isobel said with a scotch scented grin.
Dracula surrendered. He couldn't really scoff, he'd been bored out of his skull and worry was slowly eating away his soul. Tonight would be a time to simply forget everything for a few hours and have fun with old friends.
More than a few shots later:
"What the actual fuck?!" Inmoon shouted and Dracula collapsed in a fit of laughter on the sand.
"What…..just….WHAT!?"
"You heard me." He giggled.
"Johnny actually did that?" Lorelay asked, she had been allowed to join in the festivities as well but she needed to be careful.
"Yes. It freaked me out. I thought my powers had gone haywire or something. He got nearly everyone in the Hotel in on it too. In random intervals all of my guests would just freeze at the same time. They did that all day." Dracula sulked.
"This guy sounds fun." Isobel giggled. "Tell us more."
"Well….he watched something called an anime once and Mavis ran around the hotel screaming 'boobies'." He laughed. "I have no idea." He responded to their confused looks.
"Tell them about the flying table wars!" Inmoon yelled excitedly.
Dracula happily obliged and laughed throughout the whole story. Their story telling soon turned to reminiscing about funny adventures from their own past.
"Do you remember when we first came across a lion?" Inmoon laughed.
"Yes!" Dracula doubled over laughing. "We were all like 'oh my god! Aaaaaaaah!' screaming like little girls and Zeyphx was just like ''sup. Sorry brother I did not mean to offend you.' We're still freaking out behind him!"
"Do ye remember when we braided Inmoon's hair in the middle of the night?" Isobel asked and everyone groaned.
"That was such a colossally bad idea." Lorelay moaned. "We should have known better than to put the pink bows in."
Inmoon grinned evilly as she took another gulp of her vodka.
"How about all of Vlad's 'mad scientist' moments huh?" She laughed.
"Like when he figured out how to turn people into animals via turning himself into a squirrel?" Lorelay giggled.
"How aboot when he blew up our shack?" Isobel glared at him.
"I told you I was sorry." Dracula muttered with a blush.
"Then there was that time you got all messed up on the fumes of a potion and wound up eating a lion…..naked." Inmoon laughed.
"Hey, I said it back then and I'll say it now. The lion was naked, it was only polite!" His blush darkened.
Then a little while later the songs around the campfire began.
About a maid I'll sing a song,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
About a maid I'll sing a song
Who didn't have her family long.
Not only did she do them wrong,
She did ev'ryone of them in, them in,
She did ev'ryone of them in.
One morning in a fit of pique,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One morning in a fit of pique,
She drowned her father in the creek.
The water tasted bad for a week,
And we had to make do with gin, with gin,
We had to make do with gin.
Her mother she could never stand,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
Her mother she could never stand,
And so a cyanide soup she planned.
The mother died with a spoon in her hand,
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin,
Her face in a hideous grin.
She set her sister's hair on fire,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
She set her sister's hair on fire,
And as the smoke and flame rose high'r,
Danced around the funeral pyre,
Playin' a violin, -olin,
Playin' a violin.
She weighted her brother down with stones,
Rickety-tickety-tin,
She weighted her brother down with stones,
And sent him off to davy jones.
All they ever found were some bones,
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin,
Occasional pieces of skin.
One day when she had nothing to do,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One day when she had nothing to do,
She cut her baby brother in two,
And served him up as an irish stew,
And invited the neighbors in, -bors in,
Invited the neighbors in.
And when at last the police came by,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
And when at last the police came by,
Her little pranks she did not deny,
To do so she would have had to lie,
And lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin,
Lying, she knew, was a sin.
My tragic tale, I won't prolong,
Rickety-tickety-tin,
My tragic tale I won't prolong,
And if you do not enjoy the song,
You've yourselves to blame if it's too long,
You should never have let me begin, begin,
You should never have let me begin.
"Oh sweet mother of mercy. Ah bet ye that if ah burped ah could light it on fire ah've drank so much." Isobel slurred.
"Vlad beat you to it." Lorelay chuckled.
"WHAT?!"
"You were off making water in the bushes and he got the idea. Do you not smell the burnt hair?"
"I told Inmoon not to stand there." Dracula mumbled with a grin whilst the shewolf glared into the fire.
Once Inmoon had ceased her sulking over the burnt section of her fur things picked up again.
"Inmoon! Inmoon ah was jokin!"
"It's getting away! It's getting away!"
"Inmoon, stop!" Dracula laughed as she rolled on the ground. "You can't actually bite your own nose!"
I think they need help:
"I think we should stop drinking." Inmoon muttered and got a few fierce glares. "Come on guys, we just built a small house out of liquor bottles!"
"It's a beergloo thank you." Dracula corrected.
"Whatever!"
"Being immortal has its perks, you have to admit Inmoon."
"Like, no alcohol poisoning?"
"Exactly! You win another bottle!"
Aaaaaand a few more shots:
"NO!" Lorelay, Inmoon and Dracula screamed and rushed forward to cover Isobel's mouth.
"Please God no." Dracula muttered. "Do NOT sing, please."
"Why not?" She sulked.
"Ummmm.."
"Eeeerm."
"You're tone deaf. Very hideously tone deaf."
"It's called tact Inmoon!" Dracula screamed.
"And you never told me?!"
"Scatter!" Dracula shrieked as the wind picked up.
Nice going guys:
Dracula woke up snuggling Inmoon inside the "beergloo". They had managed to royally piss off Isobel the previous night by accidentally revealing to her that she was tone deaf. They sought shelter in the hut made of glass bottles and Isobel thought it was too pretty to tear down and that is the only reason they are alive.
He thought about moving away from Inmoon and out of the "beergloo", who was snuggled against his chest, but that would have meant waking her up. He didn't have a hangover, he'd never had one and that was a fact he rubbed in his friends' faces. That also meant that he was crowned babysitter when everyone awoke. He laid there and wondered where the hell his shirt went as he wrapped his arms around Inmoon and admired the rainbows dancing around them.
They had been drinking for two days non-stop and while it was a lot of fun, it reminded him exactly why he tended not to drink around the hotel…or anyone other than these guys. He briefly remembered singing various show tunes in falsetto, matching Inmoon quite well. He was going to kill Johnny for showing him things like Mamma Mia, Grease, Footloose and other movies with REALLY catchy tunes. He had forgotten just how high he could go.
He also remembered the girls singing something blatantly sexual, something about being bad and perfectly good at it and another about down and up or whatever, and dancing very sensually around him. His three VERY attractive female friends. He turned into a cherry for a while but he had started that one by singing Casual Sex by My Darkest Days and S.E.X. by Nickleback.
Yes. He was going to KILL Johnny for showing him those songs.
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Thought you guys needed a laugh. Things have been pretty intense. Review please and carrots! Anybody else get the image of all of them singing the song Mamma Mia with everything they have? I did! LOL! Btw the rickety tickety tin thing is a song by Tom Lehrer called The Irish Ballad.