Author's note: I've been getting asked about the monster mash up genre recently. There are MANY books out there on the subject and not just including the undead but vampires, ghosts, and everything in-between. You can't throw a stone in any of the writing communities out there and not come across one. So I'm just another drop in the ocean with the monster mash up genre. So all in all this is just an original monster mash up story by yours truly.
Second author's note: I've also taken the liberty of saving all the anon reviews, false accusations, and reporting them to the necessary sources as needed. One does not "own" a genre. If one did then there would be no romance, humor, drama, or mash ups other than by that one author. The negative reviews and comments have also had a very beneficial source as my friends and others have been asking me to continue the story as they wish to read it and see where it goes. It has given me far more popularity story wise than I would have ever imagined. As the anon reviewer(s) refuse to give their name(s) so I cannot thank them by name I am forced to give my thanks for the extra attention you have drummed up for me. No passive-aggressiveness or snark intended but I do hope you have a nice day. It really is a beautiful world out there.
Chapter Three
One of the crew members sent to greet the first class passengers was surprised to see two rather large men carrying a heavy looking trunk as they walked up the narrow plank. For a moment the crew member wanted to cry out to them for fear they could topple over and the trunk would be left for sunken treasure. He managed to refrain from doing so by catching the look of one of his superiors.
The burlier of the two men stood in the front with his arms painfully stretched behind his back. The other stood with his arms in front of him. This confused the crew member as surely it would have been easier to have one of the men walking backwards and not have to worry about straining his shoulders so much. The crew member knew standing in such a position would not be comfortable for very long and he couldn't imagine walking for an extended period of time like that.
When the two came into closer view it gave the crew member a chance to get a better look at it.
The chest itself was very plain, it looked to be made of wood that had been sanded and maybe only varnished once if it were lucky. The corners were covered in thick and badly tarnished brass. If the chest could be saved or even brought into any sort of magnificence the crew member couldn't say. However, he could say that his mother would have fainted dead away at such an unsightly piece of furniture.
"Ummm…can we help you with that?" The crew member politely asked. Privately he had hoped they would say "no" as he was fairly confident he did not want to touch such a thing.
The two men ignored him and continued only as a woman instructed them. The woman's clothing reminded the crew member of that postcard that came out last year that talked about a speed limit skirt. Though he couldn't remember all the details of the postcard but the dress looked very similar to him.
Like many other dresses the neckline was scooped and the rest filled in with acres of fancy handmade lace. How many lace makers went blind making the lace for that dress? The crew member was forced to wonder.
The rest of the dress itself was made from a lilac colored silk and trimmed with dark velvet around the neckline and the sleeve cuffs. Thick velvet fabric accented her narrow waist line and another strip of velvet wrapped around the skirt at the knees.
The crew member was forced to wonder just how the woman was able to walk let alone climb up or down any stairs? How could someone have done that? Hopped up the steps and hoped for the best? That certainly couldn't be very ladylike or proper.
Despite what he had thought he struggled hard not to laugh at the mental image of wealthy woman hopping up and down stairs flooded his mind. He pressed his hand hard against his mouth to stifle an unprofessional like giggle but it came out his nose as a snort.
He looked over his hands to see the disapproving glare of his fellow crew members. He quickly looked down as he worked hard at restraining himself from laughing.
It was about then he was able to get a better look at the passengers he was surprised to see the backs of the two large men. They certainly moved quickly for carrying something so heavy! What surprised him more was that they made no sounds when moving the trunk. Before the crew member hadn't been paying attention to them so he hadn't noticed that they were not grunting or speaking. In fact, he hadn't even paid any attention to hear if he could hear their footsteps.
The woman handed one of the attendants her ticket with barely a word.
"Thank you, welcome to Titanic," the attendant said.
The crew member said nothing but knew the lines were carefully rehearsed. He wondered if the attendant wanted some water or tea after all of this. It could be easy for someone to go into a coughing fit after doing so much talking.
Before the woman could leave the attendant once again spoke, "Do you need anyone to carry your bags to your cabin?"
The woman spoke in an accent that could cut glass and even her voice sounded harsh, "No, thank you. We are fine."
The crew member took the moment to look at the woman. She was rather attractive with auburn hair stylishly arranged and piercing brown eyes. Her skin was so light it could almost be described as translucent. She was quite thin and about average height. It was clear to the crew member that this woman had not worked a day in her life and odds are she wasn't about to start anytime soon.
For as attractive as she was there was something about her that made the crew member want to run away while screaming for help. He couldn't put his finger on it but there was something about this stranger that was downright frightening.
The woman glided away from the attendant and the crew. In the distance she could be heard speaking to the two large men and the words "Lock the doors and make sure nobody gets in" was the last anyone heard of them for that time.