Disclaimer - All rights belong to Teletoon, Cartoon Network, and the creators of TDI. No profit is being made in the making of the fanfiction. This alternate-universe episode of TDI contains stunts performed by written teens. Please don't try any of this at home.
The Kobold Necromancer's Notes - I'm sure most people wonder about why I make Colin so evil. The truth behind that is that you don't make good villains by having them likable, you want your readers to hate them so their downfall is the sweetest. I take Dolores Umbridge from Harry Potter as an example, you hate her, and you have to endure a lot of her.
Colin is also playing the victim card, something I've noticed bullies do a lot. Sure, they slander, insult, beat up, and torment other people, but you do or say anything to them, and all of a sudden they're running to authorities and crying for justice. They'll act like they've been personally devastated, even though they're responsible for so much more. Since Hannah is not favorited by the producers and Chris, Colin is taking advantage of that, and playing victim to try and hurt her more.
Now, onto the vampire slaying!
Chapter 25 - Fangs for All the Memories
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(Hunters, Team 3 - Howard, Eva, Cody)
Eva grabbed the gargoyle that had lunged at Cody. She wrestled the creature down to the ground, and then drove her wooden spear into its neck. The creature thrashed and wriggled, then died. Eva pulled the weapon out, then spun around and impaled another approaching gargoyle.
As the muscular girl kicked the corpse of the monster, which was turning to rubble and crumbling to pieces, Cody stared at her in awe. "Wow," he said, applauding. "That was incredible."
"Thanks. I do love kicking butt," she said, cleaning off her spear with gargoyle rubble-blood. "Most guys are intimidated by it, but I don't care."
"Well, I don't find it intimidating," Cody said, smiling and tapping his katana blade, flat side, against his shoulder. "I believe girls who can take care of themselves are fine."
"Really now?"
"Would I lie to you?"
Eva thought back to the two girls Cody had had a crush on: Beth and Gwen. Beth wasn't exactly a fierce fighter, but Eva was rather fond of her and admired her spunk. Gwen was definitely tough, and considering the other girls on Cody's team when he was all over the goth (busty blond Lindsay, popular hottie Heather, wild and spunky Izzy), it seemed likely that Cody liked tough girls.
"Well, how about Anita?" Eva asked, eyeing Cody.
"She's into sports and such, she's not just a model."
"She has large breasts and good legs," she huffed.
"Well, so do you."
Eva felt her face getting hot, and she looked away, trying to mime looking out for vampires. "Oh stop," she grumbled.
"Hey, you're both hot. You both have lovely black hair, only yours is in a frisky ponytail."
He walked over and flicked said ponytail, then took a deep sniff near her. When she stared at him confused, he scratched the back of his head and admitted, "Was... just trying to see if you smell good, but oddly enough, you don't have a scent here."
"Probably because it's VR, slick," she said with a scoff. A slight smirk almost betrayed her, and then she added, "Look, stop flirting with me, we're trying to kill Dracula, and I'm not feeling romantic."
"Vampires are usually associated with romance."
"You mean like that Twilight crap? That can suck it," Eva growled, clutching her spear rather fiercely. "Do you want to know what some of my schoolmates said?"
"Um, not if it makes you uncomfortable-"
"They said I could be a werewolf, and they wouldn't need to have make-up for my transformation!"
She clutched her spear so tight that it snapped in her hand. Cursing, she threw the broken weapon on the floor. Cody, to her great surprise, handed her katana to her, patting her hand as he slipped the handle in her hand.
"It sucks that people make fun of you like that," he said. "And it's so very stupid, considering you could kick their ass."
"Well, I'm trying to avoid doing that," she admitted, giving him another glint of a smile.
They shared a moment looking at each other before an indignant cry alerted their attention. Howard, coated in vampire blood, stumbled around a corner. His own katana blade was dripping with the ichor, and he was brushing a severed wing from his shoulder.
"You know, I appreciate a guy and gal flirting as much as any guy or gal," he panted, catching himself on his knees, "but the vampires here are kind of mean. Don't leave me alone!"
Before he could say more, another vampire swooped down at him. He was clobbered by the attack, but the vampire was off, and merely knocked him away. Howard stumbled backwards, and fell down an open chute at the corner of the wall. Hollering all the way down, he collapsed on a cold surface.
Looking up, he noticed bodies and bones around him. "Oh man," he groaned as he picked himself up, "this is really bad. I'm in Dracula's basement!"
He looked around and saw that there were withered vampire husks, obviously weak ones thrown down the chutes. Sighing, he picked up his katana and started looking for an exit. Then he saw movement, and noticed movement in the dark basement. Horrible creatures with fangs, wings, and claws were crawling towards him.
Howard didn't know what they were, they looked like vampire monster rats, something from a horror film. And he was in the very middle of it, with them closing in fast.
"Oh poopie," he shouted, his voice reaching Eva and Cody. Eva, who was done decapitating the vampire that had attacked Howard, raised an eyebrow, wondering if that was sign for help or not.
(Janitor's Closet - Not the basement!)
Howard - "Dracula's basement is like the worst thing you can think of, with horrible vampire rodents. Much more freaky than anything I've seen."
Eva - "I'm sure even stuff in Dracula's basement is scarier than anything in Twilight."
Cody - "Did you know that Eva is actually pretty cute when she blushes? And she's adorable when she's severing vampire heads? And pretty darn sexy when deciding to let Howard rot in Dracula's basement so she can be alone with me as we venture forth to slay that perverted freak?"
*He grins, then blinks and realizes something.* "Dracula is the perverted freak, not Howard."
(Slayers, Team 6 - Valerie, DJ, Beth, Belinda)
Valerie was glaring at the vampire that bared its fangs at her. She slashed out with her katana, bisecting the monster. Another vampire attacked from behind, but Beth shot a blast of holy water to dissolve it.
From the stairway came a quadruped of horror. Wicked talons on every paw, large fangs jutting from its three heads, and three collars around each neck.
" 'Sparky,' 'Peppy,' and 'Chris,' the dogs," Belinda read the tags. "What interesting dog names." [1]
DJ dropped his wooden stake spear, and ran into a corner, screaming like a scaredy-cat. Fittingly, the vampire cerberus chased after the scared kitty. Belinda twirled her spear, and impaled it into the beast's side. Howling in fury, it lunged at her. Valerie swung her sword, decapitating one of the vampire dog heads.
The other two became stuck trying to go after Valerie and Belinda, and Beth unloaded a great deal of holy water on the creature. It snarled, swayed, and then collapsed, horrible hissing noises escaping from its mouths.
DJ turned around to see the dead vampire cerberus, and uttered out a sympathetic word, "Puppy!" He hurried over to its husk and pat the side of it. "Poor thing," he cooed.
"DJ," Valerie snarled, already mad that he didn't help kill the thing, "it was a monster. An undead, vampire freak, and it was going to eat you!"
"Poor thing," he repeated, not hearing her.
"Oh, come on," the politician in pink shouted. "This is ridiculous!"
"No," Beth chimed in, "I get that way around all animals."
"Me too," Belinda added.
The room, as DJ was comforting the giant, vampire, mutilated corpse of the cerberus, was getting much colder. Before any of the four could sense it, another being was in the center of the room. "You killed one of my pets. That makes me mad."
Belinda was the first to react. "Dracula," she replied, glaring at him. "Or should I say, Gary Stu?"
"I don't know what you mean by that-"
Belinda charged at him, thrusting the spear into his chest. Dracula, being a Twilight vampire, didn't care, and swatted Belinda. She wasn't killed, but sent skidding against the floor, and slid right into a chute like Howard.
Seeing Belinda being dispatched so quickly, the other three panicked. Valerie and Beth both ran off screaming, and DJ was frozen in terror. Twilight Dracula turned to him, and raised an eyebrow. The gentle giant quivered in fear.
"So, a victim," Dracula said, "I'll kill you, but let me tell you about how my life is so tragic and emo, but I'm so hot at the same time."
DJ lost it, and ran off screaming, hands waving in the air. Faster than even Dracula could trace, the football player was gone. "Holy Edwards," he sputtered, "that's rather impressive."
(Janitor's Closet - Better than a basement.)
Beth - "That was SO scary! It was more scary than, say, walking in on Heather when she's applying all the make-up! I swear, it's like watching an animal being skinned in reverse!"
Valerie - *sulking* "Man, if I had known he was a Twilight vampire, I wouldn't have run."
(Hunters, Team 6 - Xander, Harold, Crystal)
The three teammates were walking down a hallway, keeping an eye out for shadows, suspicious statues, and anything else mysterious; however, they were in Dracula's castle, everything was mysterious.
"Damn, man," Xander said, looking at an ugly painting. "This is one hideous woman."
"Well, styles were much more different then," Crystal pointed out. "Hair styles, kit, looks, they're all different when centuries come into play."
"She's really ugly," Harold added.
Crystal couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, she is."
Xander took the painting down and stomped it to pieces. Crystal and Harold laughed, but the British romantic managed to calm down more. "Cor blimey, enough," she said amid chuckles. "We're hunting down Dracula."
Harold puffed his chest out and grinned. "You all should listen to me, I have a lot of experience. If only my fair Leshawna was with me, I'd love to make sure she was safe."
"Oh she's tough enough to take care of herself," Xander said. "How about you, my British bombshell?"
He nudged Crystal, who blushed bright red. She hurried up to Harold, and said, "You know, she's very proud to be that tough, you should respect that."
"Oh I do," Harold said, beaming as they walked forward, Xander looking surprised by her reaction. "I have all respect for Leshawna's strength, she's very tough, but also soft and warm."
"Hmm, yeah," Xander said, nodding as he tried to keep up with Crystal. "Soft and warm, like romance, eh Crystal?"
Her shoulders were almost higher than her head, the way she was huddling up in blushing. "Y-yes, exactly," she said, recovering. "See, Harold, you want to be romantic, but also respect the person's normal feelings. Leshawna's a very fine lady, just wants love as well as respect."
Harold nodded. "So Crystal, what's your type of guy?"
The British girl was almost half her height, still huddled up. "M-me?" she squeaked. "I... I don't have a type of guy I like."
"What?" Harold asked. "But you like romance and such?"
"Yes of course, eh wot!"
"What about the Twilight stuff," Xander asked, "like this vampire stuff?"
"Um, I don't really like it. I don't like the idea of something that sucks blood and glitters trying to get my knickers off."
Before either boy could ask what exactly knickers were, a series of shrieks and squeaks echoed from the ceiling. The three looked up to see a giant swarm of vampire bats coming at them.
"Cor blimey," shouted Crystal.
"Holy crap in a bucket," hollered Xander.
"Gosh, that's not good," added Harold. "RUN!"
The three ran forward, the swarm of vampire bats closing in. All three felt the cold flapping of wings and shrieked, could practically sense their evil fangs bared...
Crystal, who had already sacrificed herself in a virtual reality challenge, was ready to do the same thing right now. Spinning around, pumping her holy water super soaker, she sprayed a stream of the sacred splash on the shrieking suckers.
She could only hold them off for so long, and it seemed that more were coming from where they come from. Harold and Xander were near the end of the hallway, a few large, wooden doors at the end. They turned to see Crystal valiantly holding them off, and Xander reacted fast.
He grabbed Harold's shirt collar, yanked one of the wooden doors open, and shoved him in there. "Don't come out of there, Harold my man," he shouted before slamming the door shut. Turning back to Crystal, who had some of the monster bats biting her all over now, hurried over to her side.
"Hold on, Crystal babe," he shouted. "A true rebel would never let a lady fight alone!"
Harold fell flat on his back, saving his precious glasses from any harm. He heard the hundreds of bats squeaking and shrieking, the shouts from Crystal and Xander, and then the struggles of bats against the door.
The nerd was used to this, actually. "Exactly how I feel every time my sister is mad at me," he thought to himself, "and starts pounding at my door."
Unlike his sister (thought tempted to at times), Harold used his katana blade to carve a cross in the door. It worked like holy magic, and the bats wailed in pain at trying to dig into the consecrated door. After they fled, leaving a flap of wings behind them, the nerd stared at the door.
"Might be like my sister," he thought to himself. "Waiting outside with a pitcher of cold water, or a pillow, waiting until I think it's safe to come out and get me..."
Realizing vampires don't likely carry pitchers of cold water and even less likely to carry pillows, Harold braved venturing out, holding his holy sword in his hand. Xander and Crystal lay in the hallway, and a quick pulse check on both confirmed both had been killed by the vampire bats.
"Oh gosh it all," Harold cursed. "I won't let this injustice carry on!"
He destroyed another painting in his fury, and it never knew what it hit it (mostly because it was a painting).
(Janitor's Closet - Thankfully, no ugly paintings hung up in here.)
Crystal - "Xander and Harold were really sweet to ask me about my own love life, but there's no need. I'm not quite into dating myself, just helping others do it." *She giggles.* "It's so nice, but I'll be helping Harold and Leshawna's relationship, and maybe I'll find someone for Xander."
Xander - *smirking slyly* "Now what kind of rebel would not try pursuing a girl who's not acting interested? It's like a siren's call to a guy, to go after a girl who doesn't show that much interest. At first." *He clicks his tongue and grins.*
(Slayers, Team 1 - Leshawna, Gwen, Anita)
"You will become a slave of the master!"
"The only slave I am of," Gwen replied to the hissing vampire, eyeing the others as she gripped her katana blade, "is checking my black nails to make sure they're not chipped!"
The vampire blinked its creepy eyes. "I don't get it-"
Gwen rushed forward and sliced the vampire's head off. A second lunged at her, and she drove the sword into where its heart was, defeating the beast. She cleaved her sword to the side, ducking to avoid the swipe of a vampire's claw-like nails, and bisected it.
With a sweeping turn around, she drove the sword into the last vampire, right in its neck. "How's it feel?" she whispered to the creature before drawing the sword back.
Decapitated, bisected, throat slit, and heart pierced, the four vampires all spurted blood around Gwen, and the goth girl spun around to pose as the undead beasts fell dead around her. She looked back at her teammates for approval on such stylish slaughter.
Anita clapped and cheered. Leshawna stared at Gwen with wide eyes before letting out a laugh and saying, "Frig, Gwen, that was brutal."
"I love this," Gwen replied, wiping off her blade on some vampire cloak. "It's really made me feel alive and happy again."
"Holy frig, you're talking about killing things, girl," Leshawna said, laughing. Anita was looking through tables for information. "How is that making you happy?"
"I like slaughtering evil beings. And what's up with 'frig'?"
"Sibling started using it, I'm stuck saying it now."
"What caused the sudden desire to say it?"
"My little sister likes the Twilight series, sadly."
"Oh," Gwen looked slightly bummed out for reasons only known to her over what Leshawna said, but shrugged it off. "God, I'm having fun. Only thing that could make me feel happier is if they were Twilight vampires."
"No such luck, girl, we haven't seen one, guess we might have normal vampires."
Anita shook her head. "I wouldn't count on that, girls."
"What makes you say that?"
The curvy bombshell had been looking at some black-jacketed books. She held up one that had pale hands holding an apple, and it was titled, "My Autobiography."
"Damn," cursed Gwen.
"Frig," remarked Leshawna.
"Unholy hell," added Anita. "And I never understood the image on the covers of these books. What do apples have to do with vampires?"
"What do glittery faces?" said Gwen.
Leshawna shrugged, and pat both girls on their backs. "Girls, we ain't let some book get in our way, let's find this predator and kill him."
"Frig yeah," Gwen and Anita cheered.
(Janitor's Closet - Kind of friggin' confused.)
Leshawna - "Let it be a lesson to all you peeps: if your sibling or a friend starts saying something a lot, you friggin' say it a lot too."
Gwen - "So many people think because I'm goth, I love Twilight. Sorry, but there's something I have that keeps me from liking it: a brain."
Anita - "I don't care how handsome Edward and Jacob are, I find more animé guys to be more appealing. Heck, some of my favorite video game characters are better, like Mario. He goes through several worlds to find and save you, and he's happy with just getting a kiss on the cheek or the nose."
(Slayers, Team 4 - Yoshi, Rodney, Bridgette.)
"Baka, Bridgette. Ba-ka."
"Baka."
"Ah, very good. Say it with feeling now."
"Baka!"
Rodney clapped. "Very good, you say it like it was meant to be said!"
Bridgette smiled at the enthusiasm. "Thank you both very much. So tell me, what's that mean in Japanese?" Yoshi and Rodney exchanged impish grins, and for a moment, Bridgette thought she had been tricked into saying something dirty.
"It means 'stupid'," Yoshi explained.
"Baka means stupid?"
Yoshi and Rodney both cackled in delight. "Yep," the prodigy child said. "Now you know how to insult in Japanese."
"Oh, I don't really need to know how to insult, guys."
"Naw, of course you do. If you ever come to Japan," Yoshi said, "you can say, 'And Maclean-san, how stupid is he'!"
Bridgette chuckled, then stopped walking suddenly. Both the boys stopped as well when she looked up at the ceiling. "I... thought I heard something."
Yoshi gripped his wooden stake spear; his team had been unfortunate enough not to have a katana blade, and had traded his soaker with Rodney's spear. Both the prodigy and Bridgette were beginning to pump their soakers for action.
"Baka vampires," Yoshi snarled. "See, Bridgette, there's another use of the word-"
He was cut off when a female vampire ambushed from the shadows in the walls, grabbing his vest. Rodney panicked and sprayed holy water all over, soaking mostly Yoshi. This wasn't too unfortunate, as it caused burns on the vampire when she tried to grip him and stopped her from biting his neck.
More vampires attacked from the ceiling and the shadows of the room. One tried to bite into Rodney's helmet, and lost his fangs. As he wailed for his mommy vampire, Bridgette bashed his head with the handle of her soaker and sprayed pointblank. Vampires lunged at her, and continued to spray.
Yoshi was locked in a deadly grapple with the female vampire, as more lady vampires attacked him. He was not used to a spear, and used it more for defense. Rodney was kicked in the back of the head and sent skidding to the side, hitting the wall and just missing a chute to the basement.
The terrible amount of shrieking, mostly because female vampires shriek worse than fangirls, traveled far across the castle, catching the ears of three living mortals. Like invisible hands yanking them by the ears as if they were naughty children (or a certain gym leader who doesn't know when to stop flirting, ha ha let's see how many of you get that reference), another team of the Slayers burst into the hallway.
One of the vampire women looked around and saw Sebastian standing there, staring them down. She blinked in surprise and asked "Laurent?" [2]
Sebastian's eye twitched in annoyance, and he carved through the vampires with his katana blade. Sakaki and Lindsay let out mighty battle cries (well, mighty for Sakaki, battle-squeak may be more fitting), and sprayed vampires all over with holy water.
The surviving vampires took off in a flurry of wings, hisses, and "Owtchy owtchy it burns!" When they managed to clear off, the three members scouted the area, finding a bloody Yoshi against one wall and a woozy Rodney against the other.
As Sakaki and Sebastian tried to revive Yoshi, Lindsay went to Rodney's side. "Hey, Rochester? Are you awake?"
She started knocking on his helmet, and continued until he stirred and muttered, "Come in, it's open."
Lindsay helped him stand up, and then he began to look around. "Where's Bridgette?" he asked, starting to panic. "Where is she?"
Sebastian did a quick look around. "She was with you before the attack? Where could she be then?"
"Oh this is all my fault," whimpered Rodney. "I should have done better... all my fault..."
"Hey," Yoshi said, coughing horribly and startling the two tending him, "do not blame yourself, young warrior. There is only one person to blame, and that is the enemy. Go make them pay for what they did."
Rodney swallowed hard, wiped his eyes, then nodded at Yoshi. The warrior teen managed to smile before slumping against the wall. Sakaki scurried away, frightened, as Sebastian tried to bring him back.
"Things have gone from bad to worse," the philosopher said, correcting his glasses quickly. "Salvage what we can."
Rodney nodded, and picked up Bridgette's water gun, the only thing left where she had once been.
(Janitor's Closet - Gasp! A vampire mystery!)
Sebastian - "I know a lot of people don't agree with my horror movie philosophy, but I still think it's a dark mix of sexuality and violence. Not a pleasant conversation, like ice cream on pizza. Though I strangely keep hearing people who like ice cream on pizza, so I guess it'll keep on trucking."
Bridgette - "I was never much of a fighter, I like sports that don't involve heavy physical contact, like, say, surfing! Some people say I would be good at some of that stuff, but I think I'd be pretty baka to do that."
Yoshi - "Although I rather would survive these virtual reality challenges, fighting to a glorious, violent death against numerous opponents is a way to go! My father once said it's more like to die in a car crash than battle, so thus I want to die in a major pileup!"
(Hunters, Team 2 - Mandy, Izzy, Alfred)
The three members of this rather active, wild, and very scary group had been attacked by some vampires just like the previous group; however, the vampires were in for a terrible shock. For one who dares to challenge Izzy is in for a heavy deal, and with her cultist gal-pal and excited gonzo friend, the vampires never knew what hit them.
"What hit us?" one of the ones to escape asked the other.
"I don't know, but it had red hair," the other said, "or was white?"
"Totally didn't know what hit us! We're really crappy vampires."
"Well, what do you expect, when the master is a Twilight vampire?!"
Meanwhile, back in the building, Izzy and Mandy were correcting their hair, which had been ruffled in the fight. Alfred was busy pinning a nervous vampire against the wall, holding his blade to its neck.
"Alrighty then, Mr. Vampire," Alfred hissed, grinning wickedly. "Actually, I don't want to give you the generosity of such a title, I'm gonna call you Grr, because vampires growl a lot."
"Y-yes, if you insist."
"Grr, what's in that room?"
He pointed at a door that his team had come across, one that was an abyss-like black, with lich-purple magic swirling around it. Grr managed to whimper out, "It... it is a magically protected door. Only the undead can go in there."
"And what's in it?"
"T-top secret information about the master."
"Okay then Grr, I have an assignment for you. Go in there, find out something about your master, and then bring it to me."
"Y-yes, mister. Grr be good."
The vampire scurried into the room. As they waited, Izzy looked over at Alfred. "Hey, what is keeping him," she asked, "from just leaving us?"
Grr came back out of the room, holding a piece of paper. Mandy chuckled and said, "Guess he relied on him being really stupid."
"What a crappy vampire," Izzy said with a laugh.
Alfred took the paper from Grr. "What's this?"
"It's a note that the master, Dracula, wrote to himself."
The gonzo studied the note, and his eyes widened. Then his brow furrowed, and he grabbed Grr by his vampire collar. "All this says is, 'Bella is hot'! This isn't information retrieval! Are you insane?!"
"I don't know..."
"YOU'RE LYING!!!"
Grr squeaked. "Well, I didn't want you using anything that could help you in whatever plans you have."
"You stupid vampire, you couldn't possibly know our plan is to find out Dracula's weakness and then kill him!"
"But... you just told me."
"YOU'RE LYING!!!" [3]
(Janitor's Closet - We like Grr.)
Alfred - *crossing his arms and huffing* "Stupid vampire Grr, wrecking my plans like that. Curse you, Grr, CURSE YOOOOOOOU!"
Courtney - *is outside, pounding on the door* "Alfred! If all you're going to do in there is holler like that, get out and give me a turn!"
Alfred - *rather startled by this* "Man, you just cannot get a good crack at the closet here in Canada."
After disposing of Grr, the three continued down the hallway, Izzy studying the note. "I think this means that Dracula is a Twilight vampire," she concluded.
"Oh crap," Mandy muttered. "I hate that stuff."
"Man, I can't stand it either, really," Alfred remarked, walking behind the two. "You know, my friend Keith and I, we were trying to find out the appeal to vampires, and Keith wanted to try nibbling this girl he was seeing's neck..."
"Well, if that's how it works, it's easy," Izzy said. "We have to tear the vampire apart and burn the pieces."
"How do you know how to kill a Twilight vampire?"
"... he got bruises on ninety percent of his body, and that was just from her dad! See, we really should have tried this experimenting at some place than her house, so I asked my old girlfriend if she liked the idea..."
"Well, of course I had to read it, in case some crazy Twilight fans tried to bring them to life! Fans do that, I'm a fan of Stoked, and I tried to make waves in the pool in my community."
"Oh wow, how did that work?"
"..."
"Well see, I churned up the pool until there were waves, but by that time, the lifeguard was telling me not to do it anymore, and I actually like him because he lets me swim unlike the other lifeguards."
"That's a shame, it would be wild to surf in a pool since the ocean isn't safe with C'thulhu's inevitable... wait, why has Alfred stopped talking?"
The two girls turned around to see Alfred standing completely still, looking blankly forward. His body then slumped down and hit the floor, revealing the evil, pale face of a vampire with bloody fangs behind him.
Izzy shouted in fury and charged at him, but this was what the vampires planned. Another swooped out from the challenge and carried her out the window of the room. Mandy was almost snatched too, but she managed to swing her katana blade and kill the one trying to capture her.
As the cultist girl took on the remaining bloodsuckers, Izzy struggled with the vampire trying to capture her. "Let go of me," she ordered.
"No," was the reply.
Izzy would have replied, but then she noticed how high up they were, and her phobia of flying came to her in full-force. Shrieking and squirming like a mad woman (well, like herself, just with real fear), Izzy caused the vampire to lose his ability to fly properly. Losing altitude, he crashed through part of the roof on one side of the castle's keep, wooden shingles flying everywhere.
Izzy landed painfully but in one piece. The vampire had been stabbed through multiple places, including his evil heart cavity, and was dead. The redhead collected her bearings, realized she was still gripping her wooden spear, and brushed wooden shingle dust out of her hair.
"Right then," she said to herself, "where the hell am I? Oh, I'm the hell here."
(Janitor's Closet - Now she's the hell here!)
Izzy - "I really thought I had conquered that stupid fear of flying, but it all came back when I was being carried away by a vampire. You know, that's how life catches you off guard. You think you have things set, then a vampire comes and ruins things for you. Don't it all suck?"
Mandy - "You know, Valerie was telling me the other day that I was obviously gay because I didn't find Edward Cullen attractive. If that's not a sign that that pink-wearing political (really bad word here that you can probably guess) is nothing more than a fangirl in mean-spirited ignorance, I don't know what is!"
(Slayers, Team 3 - Zachary, Sadie, Katie)
Katie and Sadie were being really quiet, which was so unlike them, it was starting to unnerve Zachary. It even unnerved the vampires watching from the shadows, because there was an aura about Katie and Sadie that if they were together, they should be talking so fast that not even the best dictating couldn't keep up.
In fact, they were whispering something between them, Sadie getting a little pink in the face from embarrassment. Katie finally managed to convince her friend of her idea. While Sadie lifted her holy water soaker and kept a close eye on the back. Her sweet friend skipped over to Zachary's side and put on her best "innocent" attitude.
"Hey, Zachary, whacha doing?" she asked innocently.
"I'm in a virtual reality of a vampire castle, keeping an eye out for bloodsucking freaks. Just like you should be doing."
"It's so cool that you're so focused," Katie gushed, giggling innocently.
Zachary rolled his eyes, something she missed, then muttered, "Look, shouldn't you be with Sadie?"
"She's watching the back." Sadie, only a few steps away, waved up at Katie, who innocently waved back. Turning back to Zachary, she kept up the innocent routine. "So, I was wondering, are you seeing anyone, Zach? You don't mind me calling you Zach, do you?"
"No and no, girl."
"Oh good, Zach," Katie said, giggling and touching his shoulder, an innocent pat in the process. "Because you know, there's a lot of really nice girls in this season of Total Drama and all!"
"Don't you have someone?"
Katie laughed innocently. "Oh yes, yes I do!"
(Janitor's Closet - Innocent in this manner.)
Katie - "See, back at school, I really try to hook up Sadie with guys. She likes 'em big and strong and tough!" *She flexes her own little muscles to emphasize this, but not very well in comparison.* "She has her eye on a few of the available boys, and thus, I'll try to help her with someone! Like Zachary, for instance, who's big and strong and tough!"
"And so," Katie chirped, innocently twirling one of her pigtails, "I was wondering if you'd like for me to introduce you to a nice girl!"
"That girl would be Sadie, right?"
"Why how ever did you guess?" she asked in innocent surprise.
Zachary scoffed, and faced forward again, keeping an eye out for vampires. "Whatever. I ain't gonna date your friend, Katie. I think that Valerie chick wants me, and I wanna get some from her first, you know?"
(Janitor's Closet - That doesn't sound innocent.)
Katie - *glaring at the camera, arms crossed in a huff* "... Or he could just be an asshole!!"
Katie's glare and seethe was anything but innocent, as were some of the things going through her mind as Zachary tried to ignore her; however, neither could ignore the shriek of horror behind her.
Sadie was being dragged away by a vampire, but this bloodsucker was having a hard time getting off the ground. "Aw, damn it," he growled, "why do I always have to bring the fat ones to Master?"
Katie's patience snapped, and she leapt at the vampire, knocking him and herself to the side. They almost skidded right into a chute to the basement, but stopped right in front of it. "Sadie is not fat," she shrieked, punching the vampire in the face, hammering it with the hilt of her katana blade.
She didn't hear a large fluttering of wings and panicked screaming behind her. One of the vampires, who really didn't want to deal with a girl at that level of fury, called out in encouragement to his vampire comrade, "You got her, Ted, just hang in there."
Katie and Ted the Vampire struggled until he managed to push her off him, and bared his fangs. The sweet girl (really, she is, just not right now) pierced his chest with her blade, and destroyed him. Stumbling back, she came to the edge of the basement chute and started to lose her balance. Before she could fall, a strong hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
She was startled but ready to attack. Luckily, a familiar, girlie scream stopped her. "No stop," was the shriek, "it's me."
Katie managed to stop her swing before striking her savior. "DJ?" she asked, then realized it truly was him. Giving him a hug, she cried out, "What happened? Where's your team?"
"I... I don't know. Where's yours?"
Katie's eyes widened in fear and looked around. Sadie and Zachary were nowhere around. Letting out a wail of anguish, she covered her eyes. "No, I lost her! This is, like, so unfair! I'm starting to not like vampires!"
"It's okay, Katie. Let's go find our friends together."
He pat her shoulder in comfort, and she felt her worries go away. Noting the gentle strength of his hands, and that warm smile, Katie's brain registered these facts rather quickly. Putting on an innocent smile, she asked, "Say, DJ, you're single now, right?"
Before DJ could confirm his single status, there was a screaming blur sliding towards them. Katie only had time to hold her hands up before the blur slammed into her, knocking her backwards and down the chute. The blur shook its head as Katie's scream echoed downward, much to DJ's horror.
"Oh man, those crazy, white-boy vampires," the blur known as Zachary exclaimed. "When they attacked those annoying white girls, I took off running as fast I could, and I found out this is some kind of square hallway! I managed to get away from them, but thank goodness I ran into someone else."
Zachary shook his head and looked up at DJ, grinning. "Oh good, another brother, I feel safer already. Know what happened to the annoying white girls I was with?"
DJ, fuming mad, simply pointed at the chute. Zachary stared at it, confused, before asking him, "Why did you throw them down there, dude?"
(Janitor's Closet - This is so not innocent.)
Sadie - "Ever since Katie got a boyfriend, she's really keen on hooking me up. Though I should let her know I'm not desperate, and that I want someone who's a little nice. You think there are vampires out there that are more than a little nice? I don't think so."
DJ - "Zachary really annoys me. If he was ever at my house with that attitude and mouth of his, my mother would give him a good slap across the face!"
Zachary - "I have no idea why Katie would think I'd be interested in Sadie. She's so not the type you date, she isn't even anything without Katie." *He laughs.* "C'mon, how far do you think either white girl will get in this show?"
Groucho the Duck - *popping up next to Zachary* "The polls say better than you, maggot."
Zachary - "YIPE! Who let a duck in here?!"
Katie let out a yelp when she hit the ground. Picking herself up, she surveyed the basement of Dracula's Castle. "Eww," she commented.
"Couldn't agree more."
She spun around, seeing Belinda leaning against the wall. She was covered in scratched, splattered with blood, her clothing mangled but managing to hang on to her body.
"Belinda?" Katie managed to say, noting the bloody sword the blond clairvoyant. "Are you all right?"
"Wouldn't exactly use that to define me, but I'm still kicking."
"Your... your clothes!"
"Yeah, they're a mess, aren't they? Luckily, it seems Joel makes it so that at the least, underwear doesn't come off in this virtual reality world. Bless the man, I must thank him for having that foresight; after all, clothes should get a little ruined when fighting giant vampire rats."
"Fighting what what what?"
Belinda pointed to a corner in the basement nearby. Giant vampire rats were sucking the blood from a corpse that the vampires had not finished off. They noticed the sweet girl and clairvoyant staring at them and hissed.
"Vampire rodents of unusual size don't normally attack until they think they can overwhelm you," Belinda instructed Katie. "Also lucky for us, no pain in the VR world."
"Wh-what do we do?"
"We try to find a way out of here, if we can," Belinda said, patting her shoulder, "and then kill Dracula, who happens to be a Twilight vampire."
Katie cheered at this, clapping enthusiastically. "Ooo, was he handsome? Did he sparkle?"
"I could tell her that the mere subject of such a thing is making me want to retch," Belinda thought to herself, "but it looks like she's having just as bad of a day as I am."
(Janitor's Closet - Yep, innocence gone completely.)
Belinda - "One of my friends asked me why I thought the vampires in Twilight sparkle. I believe it's because it's like a firefly's mating dance, only it wouldn't be so romantic if a vampire's butt was glittery in sunlight."
*She smirks at the camera.* "Gross? Least it's not as gross as dating a seventeen year-old when you're a century old."
(Hunters, Team 1 - Tyler, Joel, Hannah, Colin)
"So it's pretty much my favorite show, mostly because of how much fact and science there is in it."
"It sounds like a pretty interesting show," Hannah said as she swung her katana blade, cleaving a vampire in two. "Are they scientists?"
"Naw, they don't say they are. They just like to put myths and rumors to the test, and they learn from it too."
"Man, that sounds like a good life," Tyler said, twirling his spear and hitting a vampire with it. It wasn't killing the bloodsucker, just really annoying him. "Blowing stuff up sounds like a lot of fun, in the name of science!"
Joel nodded eagerly. "Oh yeah, who wouldn't want to do half of the stuff they do-"
"Will you all shut up?" Colin snarled. "We're here to kill vampires, not talk about stupid stuff!"
The three turned to Colin, who was poking a slain vampire with his wooden spear. Joel really wanted to shout at him, tell him all he was doing was poking a dead body with a stick, but Hannah was in peril at the time. So long as the girl he liked was in trouble over vampires, he wasn't going to start a fight.
Hannah felt the same. The desire to slap Colin and get his act together was at an all-time high, she felt that way especially when people were unnecessarily rude. "Colin, we need to fight the vampires," she said patiently, "and they're not letting up-"
"Shut up, church girl," Colin snarled as he sat down and poked at the vampire's body more. "Your oppressive attitude is making me feel bad, so I don't feel up to it. I'm gonna complain about your preachy demands when we're done."
"What a jerk," one of the vampires said to the other.
"Not a believable excuse too," another said. "He's just being difficult to avoid killing us."
"Tell me about it," Tyler said to the bloodsuckers, rolling his eyes. "He's a bully, just trying to be mean for the sake of being mean."
"Yeah, and tattling is such a childish thing to do that bullies do," the first vampire added. "It's a way he tries to get power over you."
"Hang on," the second vampire remarked, pointing at Tyler with a wicked-looking nail, "you're a jock, aren't you?"
"No, he's a sporto who sucks at sports," Colin called out, laughing.
The second vampire rolled his evil eyes. "Well, if you're a jock, doesn't that mean you're kind of a jerk too?"
"Yeah, most everyone knows jocks are big, fat jerks," the first vampire remarked. "So you're probably as big of a creep as him."
Tyler frowned in frustration, then the second vampire was cleaved in two by Hannah. The religious girl lashed around and stabbed her sword through the first vampire's chest, and yanked it out.
"I don't like it," she said as the vampires fell over dead, "when people insult my friends."
The rest of the vampires were defeated, and Joel and Tyler were looking at Hannah in amazement. When she saw the attention she was getting, she blushed slightly and said, "Well, that came out a little more aggressive than I meant it to..."
Joel and Tyler were all over her, hugging her and telling her how awesome she was. On the side, Colin rolled his eyes.
Hannah grinned as Tyler gave her one last squeezing hug, then she stammered out, "Okay guys, we need to keep going, and find Dracula."
"Right you are, my lady," Joel said, patting her on the back. He pumped his holy water soaker, then kicked down the door in front of them.
A few vampires were sitting around, drinking Bloody Marys. They were surrounded by bookshelves and some arcane decor. The vampires were startled by the door being busted down, and more surprised to hear the battle cries.
"For football, hockey, and lacrosse," Tyler exclaimed.
"For Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman," Joel roared. [4]
"For God and country," Hannah cried out.
"Now that is pushing beliefs on me," Colin, still back in the hallway poking the body, angrily protested, "and I don't have to take it-"
"Shut up," Tyler and Joel shouted back.
(Janitor's Closet - For closets!)
Colin - "I get tired of such harassment. Hannah's breaking some rules, and someone needs to stop her."
Joel - "I try to keep my patience around Hannah, I'm not a violent guy. But if Colin continues to harass Hannah like that, he's gonna have his 'myth' busted, if you get my drift ! He's going to have to put up with my patience of seeing how far I can shove a pipe wrench up his-" *He is suddenly cut off.*
Tyler - "I know people think jocks are jerks, but if there is a real jerk, it's Colin. I know his game, I've seen it, my sisters have seen it. He's the kind of creep that does something to annoy or hurt people all the time, but the moment someone does something he doesn't like, he runs to authority and acts horribly hurt and disturbed."
*He rolls his eyes.* "It's so pathetic. Makes me want to see how far I can shove a football up his-" *He is suddenly cut off too.*
Hannah - *She is praying quietly, her eyes closed. She opens them to look at the camera and smile, mouths, "God be with you," then goes back to praying.* "And please, watch over everyone in this show, and don't let any sparkly vampires bite us in our sleep, oh Lord."
(Slayers, Team 5 - Sebastian, Sakaki, Rodney, Lindsay)
"So do you think zombies are part of this sex and horror thing going on?" Sakaki asked Sebastian.
"No, that's more of an 'end of the world' horror interpretation," Sebastian replied. "I mean, when the dead come back to life, you couldn't have a secure world ever."
"I remember the zombie challenge, that was scary," Rodney said. They all stopped in front of a large wooden door. Sebastian slowly opened it, holy katana ready. Looking up at the ceiling and around the room, he crept in and motioned for the others to follow. When they realized it was clear, Rodney added, "Zombies are not quite as scary, though, because they don't plan things."
"Oh, I totally know how that is," Lindsay said, waving her head and smiling happily. "See, I dated this one guy during my freshman year who had really good hair, and he had large forearms, but he was kind of nice. The other guy I dated had a thing for ice skating, but he hated watermelons."
The other three stared at her in confusion. "Lindsay," Sebastian started to ask, "how's that relate to what we were talking about?"
"I'm not sure, but I really like contributing." She nodded eagerly, beaming at the others. "But you were talking about horror, and there was this one time my friend Blake was at school with me when this one guy starting hitting on her, and I was like 'OhmahGod' and she was all 'OhmahGod' and he was saying with us 'OhmahGod' and my friend Brittany was all 'OhmahGod'..."
Rodney was starting to get really lost, looking between Sebastian and Sakaki. "Do either of you know what she's talking about?"
"No," they replied in unison.
"And when I told my sister Paula what happened, she said 'OhmahGod'-"
The room was filled with unholy wailing. "For the love of the devil," a vampire hissed in agony, "someone shut that girl up!"
The furniture was knocked aside, vampires having hid under tables and chairs and throw pillows. Vampires bared fangs and long nails and clawed wings and throw pillows.
"Run," Lindsay shrieked, "they have soft cushions!"
Sakaki screamed in reply to this, and ran around like her fellow coward, both spraying anything that was daring to come at them. Rodney was hit by several streams of water, usually right in the face; completely soaked and water in his eyes.
"Help me, I can't see," he wailed, running around and spraying water too. A swing from a soft cushion sent him sprawling, but the vampires didn't dare touch the boy when he was soaked in holy water.
Sebastian was fending off vampires with mighty cleaves of his holy katana, and he was doing a rather good job of it ("These stupid cushions aren't working," one of the vampires complained, "whose idea was this?"). Then one of the vampire cerberus smashed through a door, stomping down on vampires foolish enough to get in its way. One head grabbed a throw pillow and shredded it.
"Things just keep getting better," Sebastian said, brushing his dreadlocks out of the way.
"What? What was that?" Rodney called out. All he could hear were vampire hisses and cries, Lindsay and Sakaki shrieking, unholy barking, and the sound of throw pillows hitting random objects.
One throw pillow hit him in the face. Using it to wipe his eyes, he saw the vampire cerberus fall to the ground with a fatal wound in its side. Vampires lay around the room dead, and Sebastian was also on the ground, with rather large bites on him.
"Damn Nosferatu dogs," he cursed.
Rodney hurried to his side, trying to save him, but Sebastian soon faded from this world (well, just the virtual reality world). The prodigy looked around frantically, and noticed that Lindsay and Sakaki were also missing.
"Am I alone again?" Rodney whimpered. "Oh, why does everyone around me have to die from vampires and throw pillows?"
A shriek, sounding a lot like Sakaki, was heard down a hallway. Rodney summoned his courage and ran forward, armed with a holy water squirt gun and a holy water-soaked throw pillow.
He made a wrong turn at one point, chasing after a vampire with the throw pillow. Sakaki was heading down another pathway, and suddenly found a crossbow bolt embedded in her chest.
The moe girl looked down at the fatal wound, and whimpered, "Oh no, not again," before falling over. Zachary, who had found the holy crossbow when traveling with DJ, stared blankly at the accidental team-kill.
DJ face-palmed, muttering a few things his mother would be rather startled to hear him say. Zachary frowned and muttered, "Well, it's not my fault! She was shrieking, I thought she was a vampire!"
"If you cause any more team kills in these virtual reality games," DJ replied, "you're going to be voted off."
"Vote off me? That's racist."
"I would vote for you!"
"That's... not fair!"
(Janitor's Closet - Now with some throw pillows nicely thrown about.)
Rodney - "I liked the holy throw pillows in the vampire campaign so much, that I placed some around the janitor's closet! Isn't it so much nicer looking?"
Sakaki - "I... um, I seem to have really bad luck in these virtual reality games, whether I get blown up or shot by my teammates. Maybe I just am bad at these things, I'd never survive a horror movie. I don't even watch them."
*The moe covers her face and sighs heavily, then peeks through her fingers to look around.* "These throw pillows are really nice, I feel more comfortable in here."
Lindsay - "... and then, my friend Kelly said, 'OhmahGod,' and her boyfriend Paul said 'OhmahGod' in reply! It was so, like, ohmahGod, I cannot get over how horrible that whole situation was! I think that's what Sebulba was talking about, when he meant horror, because that was the most horrifying occasion I've ever been through!"
(Hunters, Team 5 - Noah, Justin, Geoff)
The three boys were rather quiet, just listening for vampires. Slight flutter of wings, smacking of lips, quiet hisses, and growls of hunger were all that was needed to tip off the boys.
Noah was used to quiet waiting. Studying for long hours in his room and stealth video games taught him all kinds of patience, and he felt it made the kill sweeter. With a holy crossbow he found earlier, he was ready to snipe vampires.
Justin was used to quiet waiting. As a male model, he could stand for hours and smile for the lights and cameras, only soft requests for different poses from the director. It was easy, and he was paid to do it.
Geoff was the exact opposite of them. He loved things loud and wild, or chilling and groovy. That's how a party animal lived: people talking and interacting, having fun and getting to know each other, dudes trying to charm dudettes, and dudettes hitting on dudes. Silence ate at him, and it was starting to make him lose it.
"I didn't vote for Trent," he cried out defensively.
"We know," Noah snapped at him. "You've said that three times already. Me think he doth protest too much, moron!"
"Leave him alone," Justin remarked. "It's just Dracula's Castle, man, it's making him edgy."
"Edgy."
"Yeah, like my awesome cheekbones."
"Okay, I've really had it with your face."
"What's wrong with my face?"
"It's still there!"
Justin rounded on the glaring Noah. "Okay dude, don't disgrace my face. It's a prize-winning-"
"Don't start, you pompous twit," the bookworm replied. Waving his crossbow around angrily, he continued with, "I'm so sick of hearing about your face, more sick of looking at it!"
"Everyone loves my face, what's the matter with you?" Justin replied, crossing his arms. "You jealous or something?"
"Jealous? Ha! Ha, I say, and I repeat, ha! Who'd want your face?"
Justin smirked unfriendly-like. "Your girlfriend likes it, you know. Try learning to be appealing, book freak."
Noah launched himself at the male model, who held the bookworm back by holding a hand to Noah's forehead. As Noah swung at him, Geoff looked between the two of them. "Dudes? Why are we fighting? You both have perfectly fine girlfriends to be with."
"YOU TALKING ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND LIKE THAT?" they both bellowed at him.
Geoff squeaked and jumped back, gripping his hat. He feebly protested to the attack, "I didn't vote for Trent-"
"WE KNOW!"
A vampire, who had been watching the fight, pounced on Geoff from behind. He grabbed the party animal's shoulders and flapped his wings, taking off up into the air.
"Oh crap," Justin exclaimed. "Noah, stop him!"
"Why don't you stop him with your face?"
"Just shoot him down, you twerp!"
Noah grumbled angrily as he took aim. The vampire was in his sights, locked on in seconds, and then he let the bolt fly. Holy bolt pierced vampire head, and the creature let go of Geoff. Noah and Justin cheered at the success, then the bookworm noticed something as Geoff fell down to the ground.
"Um, maybe I shouldn't have shot the vampire," Noah stated as he watched the plummet, "when he was so far up from the ground."
A rather disturbing "thud" followed, and Justin winced painfully. "Nice shot, moron," he grumbled at Noah.
"Hey, shut up, and don't call me a moron! You're just a model, you don't have an brain behind that pretty face!"
"Aha! So you admit my face is pretty!"
(Janitor's Closet - Pretty Face vs. Big Brain, Round 1.)
Justin - "I don't know what made Noah not like me so much, but he's always been a bit of a jerk... no, more than a jerk. How's a sweet girl like Katie like him? Man, the mysteries of life, eh?"
Noah - "Where's a guy like Justin come off? He's never had a real job, he's not smart, and his face! C'mon, what's so handsome about that face? It looks like someone pulled down on his chin and it stretched like silly putty!"
Justin - "Noah's face looks like someone stuck his head in a box when he was a baby and it grew that way!"
Geoff - "You know, voting off Bridgette's stepbrother might have been a really bad move. I can only hope no one suspects I voted for him."
(Slayers, Team ??)
Several lady vampires were poised on a balcony, watching the lone figure walking in the castle plaza. They flew down, fangs and nails bared. The figure merely needed a look over the shoulder to see the attack, and the counterattack was violent.
Katana blades cleaved into the female vampires, bisecting and decapitating. One vampira attacked from the front, and was lashed by a powerful whip. The weapon felled the beast, and more lashed destroyed more vampires.
A vampire cerberus stomped into the plaza, tearing up the bushes and destroying a gazebo. Several whip lashes and an attack with both katanas at the same time slew the beast in moments, making it collapse on the wrecked gazebo.
Heather stared emotionlessly at the large corpse as she sheathed both her katana blades into their scabbards, then coiled her vampire-slaying whip back up. "Dorks," she said as she began to leave the plaza, pushing the large iron door. "You could only dream to beat me."
The door she was pushing to open could only be pulled open, and she slammed her face against it. Grumbling in fury as she rubbed her nose, she yanked it open and walked in.
(Janitor's Closet - Heather the Vampire Slayer!)
Heather - "Ezekiel got me on a few shows he started to watch after the first season was over; he really wanted to see just how tough we girls are. And as a result, I had to watch some of said shows when I visited him. And... I got a little addicted."
*She blushes slightly, giving a cute, pink tint to her cheeks.* "He's making me such a freak, and I'm starting to like it more and more. It, at the least, helped me with these weird, VR challenges."
(Dracula's Lair, Hunters and Slayers VR worlds.)
Count Dracula sat on an elaborate throne in both VR worlds. Fingers drummed against each other in dark contemplating, evil thoughts came to mind. He was furious at intruders in his castle, intruders that refused to die or be captured among those that had been nice enough to.
One of his minions approached him. "What are you contemplating, master?"
"The same thing I contemplate every day," he hissed, "try to take over the world."
"You're so crafty, master!"
"Yes, but today, we have people who are going to try to disrupt those plans. Once I have every teenage girl lusting over vampires, I will control the offspring of each generation, making them all Twilight vampires!"
"Devious, master, devious!"
"Stop that, you're drooling blood on my emo pants."
"Sorry!"
"It's time for us to remove this threat from my sight once and for all," Count Dracula said, standing up and walking around his room. He passed by the pentagrams painted on the ground, the movie posters on the wall, and the dart board with a certain werewolf's picture on it near the door. Listening to the bats flying and squeaking around the ceiling, he snapped his fingers.
"Where's Grr?"
"Dead."
"Ted?"
"Destroyed."
"Nossy?"
"Bit it."
"Oh, which of the invaders did he get?"
"No, I meant he's dead too."
Count Dracula's eye twitched, then he dramatically covered half of his face with his cloak. "Very well then. Let's destroy them with..."
He threw the cloak back and hollered, his evil voice echoing down the hallways, summoning vampires and alerting the hunters and slayers, "VAMPIRE SWARM DOWN! CAPTURE THE WOMEN AND SLAY THE MEN!"
Vampires all over the castle hissed, and took to their wings, becoming flocks of death and bloodsucking violence. They swept over some of the invading humans like tidal waves of Nosferatu fury.
Eva and Cody of the Hunters were one of the groups overwhelmed. Eva had tried to protect Cody by hiding him in the corner and swinging at the swarm, but was soon defeated as the vampires were forced to kill her; Cody was quick to follow.
Harold managed to hide in a room and carve the cross into the door to stop the attackers. The first team of Hannah, Tyler, Joel, and the jerk had enough firepower to stop the vampires, even in their numbers. Justin and Noah were easily swarmed and killed, because they were arguing and insulting the others' face.
In the basement, Howard of the Hunters was torn to pieces by the vampire rats when they swarmed with increased numbers; Belinda and Katie of the Slayers managed to survive despite some nasty bites (no pain though, thanks to the VR world).
DJ and Zachary of the Slayers were utterly defeated, the vampires able to catch even the rather fast football player. Gwen, Leshawna, and Anita held fast, took a few hits, and endured the swarm. Heather managed to survive on her own too.
Valerie and Beth of the Slayers were captured by vampires. Of the Hunters, Izzy dashed into the swarm cleaving and hacking, then was promptly captured, cackling all the way; however, Mandy on the same team managed to escape capture, mostly due to the fact that she ran from the swarm, and hid from the swarm. Vampires in a flock, apparently, could not detect humans as well when they were alone.
Rodney, still wet from holy water and holding a drenched throw pillow, was as tempting to the vampires as a smelly werewolf, so they ignored him. The prodigy looked from a distance, more cuddling the pillow than wielding it.
"This really sucks," he whimpered. "Oh, and don't my mom I said that. Even though I have a thousand vampires flying over me, she might not like how I say that."
Dracula frowned. "The witching hour is near. Enough time to hear the world about my tragic life and how living in high school for years to pick up chicks is the best way to go-
(Janitor's Closet - No, we refuse to listen.)
Harold - "Gosh, that vampire swarm was scary! But I survived, and I'm sure there is a Possum Scout badge in there."
Ezekiel - *He has a few marks in his face.* "Whenever Heather was on the screen, fighting vampires and monsters, I was gripping my face. I think I made some marks in there, eh." *He laughs, then blushes slightly.* "She's making me freak 'oot a little, and I'm just fine with that."
Carol - *waving a bucket of popcorn around* "Watching people fighting vampires is AWESOME!"
Clive - *with popcorn all over him* "Carol's a really messy eater."
Arthur - *flicking a kernel out of his hair with a chuckle* "Watching is fun, but it still sucks that I was beaten by a Twilight vampire. Man..."
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Who will win and slay Count Dracula first: the Hunters or the Slayers?
Who will be voted off this challenge?
And if you do like Twilight, we actually do apologize to you. We don't hate Twilight fans, except when we have to listen to Team Edward against Team Jacob.
The Teams:
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The Hunters
Team 1 - Hannah, Tyler, Joel, Colin.
Alone - Mandy, Harold.
Dead or Captured - Carol, Clive, Arthur, Xander, Crystal, Alfred, Geoff, Eva, Cody, Howard, Justin, Noah, Izzy.
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The Slayers
Team 1 - Gwen, Leshawna, Anita.
Basement - Belinda, Katie.
Alone - Rodney, Heather.
Dead or Captured - Ezekiel, Courtney, Bridgette, Yoshi, Sadie, Lindsay, Sebastian, Sakaki, Zachary, DJ, Valerie, Beth.
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Janitor Closet's Decorations to Date - Mystery Science Theater 3000 Poster on the wall, Noah's Cot, Throw Pillows tossed about. [5]
[1] - The cerberus' heads' names were Sparky, Peppy, and Chris. These are the names of dogs killed in Mystery Science Theater 3000 movies, thus were resurrected as vampire beasts here. Sparky comes from Teenagers from Outer Space, Chris from Revenge of the Creature, and Peppy from the worst movie ever made, Manos: The Hands of Fate.
[2] - The vampira thought Sebastian was Laurent. Laurent is the black vampire with long dreadlocks from Twilight and New Moon. Yes, I did research on Twilight for this chapter, I hope you all appreciate the suffering I go through to appease you all. Still, Winter-Rae is far braver than me.
[3] - Any resemblance to Alfred acting like a certain alien invader named ZIM, while ordering someone named Grr around, to appease Mr. JoeMerl, is all a complete coincidence.
Alfred (to me) - "YOU'RE LYING!!"
[4] - Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman are the hosts of the show Mythbusters, a show I have become very addicted to. They test myths and stories to see if they're real, like if you can get caught in an out-of control washing machine, if driving while talking on a cellphone is as dangerous as driving drunk, and if a duck's quack echoes or not.
They also blow up a lot of stuff, create crazy machines, and are darn funny. Needless to say, Joel watches this show religiously.
[5] - The decorations to the janitor's closet is a nod to Lord Akiyama's story Total Drama Academy: Year One. He's a great writer and artist, very funny, and his story deserves more attention, much like several of my favorited writers here. Still, he owes me a one-shot, so I hope this shout-out catches his attention. *wink, wink*
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Next Up - Dracula's end (twice), as well as another contestant's hope at TDB.