As Finn walked down to the graveyard, he couldn't help but look around at his surroundings.
The trees were bent at different angles, dark as Batman's suit of awesome gadgets. Long, green leaves lingered at the edges of the branches, watching Finn with their small, cellular eyes filled venom and hatred, as if they didn't want him burying heads that don't belong in their precious soil.
The moon was a bit higher in the sky, but remained its dim color. Crickets continued their chirping now, since they thought that the danger was over now.
Which it was.
Finn soon looked up to see a tall, black iron gate that circled around a large perimeter, and couldn't help but slightly frown, and show a look of disgust because of the smell from the head that was in the leather in his hand.
The coppery smell of blood, lingering in his family for days, months, years, decades, centuries.
Until that bomb destroyed everything, but only left him as the last human left on this crazy, weird world. Abraham Lincoln was a human too, until he...sorta became a Martian because he is the King Of Mars.
Or more of a statue from the Lincoln Memorial, really, since he sacrificed himself to save Jake.
How Abe got there, he may never know. Or about his ancestry of his family...
Finn only let out a sigh of disgust and tiredness, since he was traveling for days, eliminating vampires like he was born to do.
And bury their bodyless heads in the graveyard, wherever he can find one, or make one. Like this graveyard, for example.
As he walked in through the gate, the smell of dirt and faint blood rose up through his nostrils, to his brain and coursing through his body, making him feel a bit stiff.
The ground was bumpy, for there were small mounds of dirt and pebbles with small, round tombstones splattered everywhere, in rows of uneven lines. The grey, weather-worn tombstones were cracked in places, and only held faint names and dates that they were eliminated. Or the date that they died on.
From Finn Mertens.
Finn exhaled the graveyard musk from his mouth, and walked all the way to the back to come across a lone grave, a small hole two feet wide dug up, dirt piled beside it, and a tombstone with their markings beside the dirt mound. It was right in the corner of the gates, which held an old, rusty shovel, too worn to be used anymore as if it's going to be in rusty ashes in any moment.
He took his sword from his shoulder and wedged it in the ground, grabbing the bag from his hand and opened it up, flipping it upside down to let the bloody head thump in the grave, and grabbed the shovel and started burying the head until it was covered with all of the dirt, and smoothed it with the back of the shovel.
He laid the shovel beside his feet and grabbed the heavy tombstone, and grabbed the marker and the hammer and started pounding the name into the stone, loud pounding and clanking heard through the night. Metal against stone.
Soon, he was done, and lifted it up to the head of the grave, and drove it through the soil until it was deep enough to be only knocked over with a battering ram, if there was any left in the world.
'GABRIELLE', it read in large fonts and capital letters, 'Died- Sept. 24, 4026; Born-Unknown; Age- 19'
It was good enough for now in scrawly handwriting. Readable from a far distance, though.
Finn only sighed and wiped the light sweat from his eyebrow, and grabbed his shovel and his sword from the ground, picking up the bag afterwards and putting it in his pocket.
He then turned and walked out of the cemetary, a shovel in one hand and his Demon Blood sword in the other, traveling north, to go home to rest.
Somewhere in a dark lair...
"AHHHHHHH!" he roared, flipping over the large desk, bottles of liquids and old papers clashing to the cement floor. He breathed heavily through his mouth of razors, looking around him everywhere but the five vampires, who stepped away from him to be nowhere near his wrath.
"HOW DOES HE KEEP DOING THIS?! HOW DO YOU VAMPIRES KEEP FAILING ME?!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, making a girl vampire weep in misery.
It was a large, dark room a size of a house, a small, blazing fire lighting the room dimly. Above the fireplace was a picture of the Civil War, and a mantle that held bottles of red liquids and whiskey. Beside the lit fireplace was a large bookshelf filled with years of worn books, old and new. On the wall beside it was a large door, and some pictures from the 1700s and 1800s, one of them Abraham Lincoln and his son, Willie, and Finn Mertens, and the others vampires that were most skilled...
Like Adam and Vadoma.
On the wall opposite of that was a large, mahogany desk that was flipped over, papers and liquids splattered on the floor in front of three male vampires and two female vampires, making the papers bleed with ink and going red. On the wall beside the desk was a door hidden in darkness that led somewhere deeper in the lair, a door that led to armory and liquids like blood and liquor, half of them expired centuries ago.
The fireplace only showed a man of 37 years, tall and handsome for his age. He had dark brown hair that had a style from the 1700s, his skin the palest one of them all. His eyes were black irises that held a look of hate, agony and failure, his nose sharp and thin. His mouth was now in a thin pale line, blue veins popping everywhere on his neck. There was two small pinpricks on the left side of his neck, covered by his shirt collar, but only revealed one pinprick.
He wore a white buttoned shirt, a pair of black pants from a stylish suit, and black suit shoes. His silhouette stood on the ground, taking the same position as he was, but a bit more blurry and flickering from the fire.
"Tell me how you five keep failing me." he said in a low voice, his teeth bared to the maximum of fangs.
None of them spoke, but only dropped their heads to look at the ground.
"...should I rip you limb from limb, or should I send you to the Lich and Wich?" he questioned.
The five of them lifted their heads up suddenly, and shook their heads.
"No, Master." a vampire male said, going on one knee. "Not necessary yet. We will get Finn Mertens and destroy him." he looked up at him. "Just give us another chance."
The Master thought for a moment, and turned to the fireplace, lacing his hands together behind his back.
"...very well then. But this is your last chance. After this, and you fail, I will drain you of your blood." he stated, his veins disappearing into his pale skin.
"Yes, Master." the male said, and stood up.
"Now get out of my sight, and don't come back until you accomplish his head."
He nodded, and walked out of the room, the other four in tow.
A moment of silence was then ensued on him.
"KAITLIN!" he suddenly yelled, his veins appearing again, nearly on the point of bursting out of his skin.
A girl boomed into the door with a purple robe over her shoulders that went down to her knees, her hair a coppery color and curly to her shoulders, her eyes narrowed, brown irises on white.
"What?!" she screeched, her peachy cheeks a bright red.
"Call Marshall Lee. Tell him to come here. We need his...ah...help with a certain individual..." he said, and smiled to the 24-year-old.
Kaitlin scoffed. "You disturbed me of my moment with my boyfriend just to tell me to call somebody? You must be out of your damn mind." she stated.
The male only laughed, a laugh similar to Adam's laugh. If he ever did laugh in the movie...
"I am now. But we need to destroy the human." he said, his face becoming serious. "He's killing the excellent ones...all of our smart ones, leaving us with the dumb ones. We need to kill Finn...and only Henry's great-great-grandson can do it for us. Marshall Lee..." he then took a deep breath and let it out.
Kaitlin just crossed her arms across her chest. "You need to get your head out of your ass and go do it yourself. I am not doing jack unless I'm done with my boyfriend. I ain't your slave."
"What? You're suckling blood from each other while riding him and moaning and banging onto the wall?" he said, turning to his sister.
"..." Kaitlin only had her cheeks turn a shade of red darker.
"Oh, yeah. I know what you're doing. I can hear it down the hallway above two floors. Superior hearing, sister." he said, and gave a devious smile.
"...what's his fucking number?" she mumbled under her breath.
He only smirked. "It's right in the library beside the phone, Kaitlin. Call him and tell him what's going on, and then you can go back to your boyfriend and start sucking on each other again."
Kaitlin only turned and stomped off away into the darkness, mumbling curses under her breath.
He only sighed, and turned back to the fire, staring at its licking flames.
"You may have won the battle, Finn, but you haven't won the war yet." he stated, and grabbed a glass bottle that held a red liquid off the mantle and popped opened the top, drinking the blood that it contained.