Mother Wolf Ch. 19

Two days later, everyone is back in school. Howleen and Bram were in the middle of Study Howl when a commotion is heard outside the room.

"Where's my son!"

Bram stands up, "Father?" he walks out the room with Howleen following him, ignoring the teacher's demand to take their seats.

"Sir!" Headmistress Bloodgood's voice is now heard shouting. "This school is private property! You are trespassing!"

Once out of the room, the two are met with the sight of Bram's father and mother present along with two other vampires. Allister was arguing with the headmistress.

"Do you know who I am!? I am a Devein! And I'm here to talk some sense into my son!"

"Father?" Bram walks up to them along with Howleen. Allister looks down at the werewolf ghoul with a death glare, causing her to flinch. Bram instantly steps in front of Howleen.

"Bram. I've been patient with you," the older Devein looks up at his son. "I thought for sure you'd see reason. But now?" he gestures to the growing audience of the students and staff of Monster High. "You forced me to make a scene. We are leaving this town and never coming back. I never should have let you leave Belfry Prep. It was the biggest mistake of my unlife."

Howleen grips Bram's sleave. Fearing what may happen.

The youngest Devein briefly looks at her with sad eyes before glaring at his father. "You must be a fool to believe I would abandon the mother of my children, Father." That only angered the older Devein. Bram then glances past his father and over at his mother, who has been standing there in silence, looking down at her feet. "Mother! Why are you not saying anything? You said so yourself that you were against all this."

Charlotte looks up at her son in worry. "Your Father. He called him."

"Him?" Bram looks at her confused at first, then his eyes widen. "You don't mean…"

At that moment, the doors at the end of the hall burst open revealing three vampires. Two of them are dressed in fine suits, a man and a woman. The third is in front of them sitting in an electric wheel chair. This vampire appears rather old given the amount of wrinkles on his face. He also seems rather thin and frail. The man is wearing a black suit with a red tie and cape. The man raises his boney fingers to the control of the wheelchair and pushes it forward to travel down the hall.

Many of the vampire students gasp and started whispering among themselves.

"Is that Great Grandpa Vlad?"

"It's Great Grandpa Vlad."

"I don't believe."

"I never thought I'd see Great Grandpa Vlad in person."

Clawd who stands next to Draculaura looks around them. "Is he everyone's Great Grandpa?"

"Technically, yes," Draculaura shrugs.

"He's the original vampire," Gory speaks up. Her and Catrine are standing beside the werewolf and vampire couple. "Every living vampire can be traced back to him. Be they directly related to him or turned. Either way, it all started with Vlad Transyl."

Catrine looks to her ghoulfriend. "How many greats would that make him?"

As if he heard her, Vlad stops in the middle of the hallway and faces them. All but Draculaura flinched and Gory wraps her arms around Catrine protectively. The First Vampire turns his chair and approaches them. He stops right in front of the werecat. He squints his eyes at her before opening his mouth.

"Ninety-seven."

"Uh?" was the only sound Catrine could make.

"If you count every vampire that's either related directly by blood or turned, I'm a Ninety-seven Great Grandpa," he explains. "Of course, if anyone were to say all those greats, they'd be too pooped to actually have a conversation," he leans forward. "In fact, I doubt they'd even remember what they were talking about by the time they finished." That got a giggle out of Draculaura. "Hello, Lala!" he waves at the pink vampire.

Draculaura waves back "Hi, Great Grandpa Vlad!"

Vlad chuckles and not so quietly whispers. "She's my favorite. Now, then!" he leans back to look at one of his attendants. "What were we here for again?" they whisper. "Oh, right," he turns his wheelchair back as his face gained an annoyed look. "The Deveins," and continues down the hallway.

The First Vampire eventually stops at the Deveins and looks around him. He takes a glance at everyone. Bram, Howleen, whom Bram immediately wraps an arm around, Allister looking triumphant with his wife Charlotte standing right behind him in shame. He then looks past them to see the other two vampires. "Was it really necessary to bring the Fangtells into this?"

Allister bows, "Great Grandpa Vlad. This involves the Fangtells as what my son has gotten into goes against the marriage contract with their daughter."

Vlad raises a brow and turns his chair to look back over were Gory was standing, still with an arm wrapped around the DeMew ghoul. Turning back to Allister, he says, "I really don't think that marriage was going to work out, and it wouldn't have been your boy's fault." Before anyone could question that statement, the First Vampire moves closer to the expecting werewolf. "Let me get a better look at the ghoul in question," he glares at the expecting werewolf.

The stare started making Howleen uncomfortable. She wanted to run away, but the comforting hand of Bram kept her from losing her cool.

"What were you expecting out of this?" Vlad finally asked.

"Huh?"

"You getting knocked up by the son of a Vampire Lord. You must've wanted something."

"Great Grandpa Vlad, we—" the young Devein gets cut off as the First Vampire turns his gaze to him. It eventually returned back to the ghoul.

"It wasn't planned," Howleen finds herself telling him as she rubs her stomach. "There was this party and somebody spiked the punch. I had no idea what happened until the next morning."

"And when did you approach him once you realized you were pregnant?"

"Actually, he approached me," she looks up at Bram with a smile. "I wanted to leave him out of this. I was too afraid of ruining his life. But he is persistent on sticking around."

Vlad hums for a moment. "One more question," he squints his eyes at the ghoul. "How many great grandkids can I expect?"

"Uh, three."

His eyes widen "Three?" Vlad looks over at Bram who nods. "Three?" he turns back to the ghoul. "You have any idea what the fertility rate is for vampires? We'd be lucky to have one born once a century. There's a reason most choose to adopt and turn others," he faces Bram and smirks. "You must have some strong genes, my boy."

"Um, thank you, Great Grandpa Vlad."

"You two love birds are lucky I'm a sucker for a good romance story," he backs away and leans forward as if to bow. "For whatever you two choose for your future, you both have my blessing."

Many of the vampire students cheered hearing this.

Charlotte holds her hands to her chest as she lets out sigh of relief. She was so fearful of what may happen that the woman nearly felt her heart start beating.

Howleen turns to Bram. "Is that a good thing?"

"It's wonderful," he hugs the ghoul.

"Unacceptable!" Allister yells. This cannot possibly be the conclusion of the Great Vlad Transyl. "You cannot be serious? Allowing a mut to be a part of the Devein clan," he throws an arm towards Howleen and several werewolves can be heard growling. "Only a pureblood is good enough for the Devein name! That's why we chose the Fangtell's daughter."

"Oh, please," Vlad turns to him. "It was never going to happen between her and your boy. That ghoul obviously plays for the other team," he jerks a thumb in the direction towards Gory and Catrine. The vampire ghoul looks down shamefully, refusing to meet her parents in the eye. "And what's all this nonsense about pureblood? I never cared about that garbage. Not sure whoever thought I did. Look at Lala," the First Vampire waves at the pink vampire who happily waves back. "She's not pureblood, the ghoul started out human after all. I don't love her any less for that."

"That shouldn't matter!" the Devein hollers. "That ghoul is too different from us!" he points at Howleen.

"Different, shmifferent. Lala is different because she's a Vegan. That ghoul refuses to touch blood. It's that difference that I admire. She doesn't let people define who she is or who she should be."

"That doesn't matter because she's a dog!" At Allister's declaration, all the werewolves start growling at the slur. "No son of mine will ever be with such a ghoul and I'll use all my power as a Vampire Lord to ensure that!"

"So, it's not who the ghoul is that you have a problem with. It's what she is," Vlad's current cheerful mode shifts to a stoic one. "Is there no way you'll reconsider?"

"Nothing in my unlife will ever make me waiver."

The First Vampire sighs. "I really wish you'd hadn't said that. But you act like a boob, you get treated like a boob," he snaps his fingers and one of his attendants produces a large book and sets in his lap.

"What are you doing?" Allister asks as the old vampire opens the book mid-way.

"This is the Ledger," Vlad starts turning the pages. "Every time I find that a vamp that would be too much trouble than what they're worth, I keep track of everything. From the good to the rotten."

The head of the Devein family scoffs. "What could you possibly have on me?"

"Does the name, Miranda ring any bells?" Vlad smirks, seeing Allister losing his composure. "She was such a lovely woman if I recall. A human by chance. But that never stopped you."

"Allister," Charlotte speaks up. "What is he talking about?"

"N-nothing, dear," sweat starts running down his head. "This senile old man is making it up."

"This senile old man was called here by you, to solve your problem. Aha!" the First Vampire stops at a page with an envelope and opens it. "To my beloved Miranda. I still remember our last night to the date. You mention the day. Yada, yada. Bunch of lovey dovey stuff. Most of which I will not repeat with the youth present, and then you mention that you will no longer be able to meet up anymore but your unbeating heart will remain hers," he hands it over to Charlotte. "Love, Allister. You even signed it with your seal. There's a picture with it as well."

The woman's grip tightened as she read the letter over and over again. Bram and Howleen had stepped over as they to were curious. But their eyes linger not on the words, rather they were on the small portrait of the woman and the two could not help but feel that she seemed familiar.

Allister glares at the First Vampire. "How come you never brought this up?"

"Because you took care of things. You made sure that poor woman had more than enough wealth to live. Which came in handy after your daughter was born." That causes a gasp from everyone. "Didn't know that did you?"

"I have a half-breed for a child?"

"Actually, she was born without the vampire gene. Which is rarer than a vampire being born at all. She was in fact a human as well," Vlad explains. "She was such a sweetheart. Always asking about her daddy and when she can see you. Sadly, the poor girl died in a tragedy at the age of sixteen along with any family on her mother's side. But funny thing. Her desire to learn who you are was so strong it followed her even after death. It became her passion to figure out mysteries. For she never crossed over to the next plain of existence. In fact, she's here! In this very school," he looks around and calls out, "Spectra Vondergeist!"

All eyes turn to the ghost ghoul. The reporter drops her iCoffin as she has been recording the entire scene up until now.

"Ah! There you are," Vlad waves her over. "Come on and say hello, my dear."

The ghoul surely but hesitantly hovers over to them. She shyly waves at them.

"Bram, my boy," the oldest vampire turns to the young Devein. "Let me introduce your half-sister, Spectra."

Bram holds the tiny portrait in front of the ghost in front of him and sees that they look alike. "You are my sister?"

"Then that means…" Spectra with a shaky voice turns to Allister, "You're my dad?"

The anger is evident on the older Devein's face. "That's preposterous! There's no way this lowlife could possibly be a child of mine!"

"I have her birth and death certificate as proof," Vlad pulls out a pile of envelops. "Along with several letters from your beloved Miranda, naming you as the father. That poor woman tried telling you of the child's existence. But you rejected every letter. Sending them back with money as you assumed that's the reason she tried contacting you."

"This date…" Charlotte spoke up, shaking with hatred. "This date you mentioned in the letter," she glares at her husband. "This was the day Bram was born."

Allister's eyes widen. "Now, Charlotte. I can—" he is stopped by the slap across his face.

"You were supposed to be on a business trip! But now you're telling me that when I spent countless hours of labor in excruciating pain to give birth to our son, you were fooling around with another woman!?"

"I can do whatever I want!" Allister shouts. "I am a Vampire Lord! No one can touch me!"

The First Vampire lets out a chuckle. "Not anymore," he said that in a singsong voice. "You seemed to have forgotten the Infidelity Clause."

The head of the Devein family went paler than thought possible for a vampire.

"Infidelity Clause?" Bram asks.

Vlad turns around to the young blonde vampire. "You see, when your parents signed their marriage contract, your old man suggested an Infidelity Clause. He told your mother that it's to show his devotion to her. Everyone else assumed that it was because your father thought your mother would cheat on him. In truth, it's because he believed he'd never get caught," he turns his chair back to Allister. "The Clause clearly states that if an act of infidelity is to ever occur, then the one who committed the adultery must forfeit all assets to their spouse. And I mean all. Wealth, properties, businesses, and even titles," the old vampire smirks. "You can't even call yourself a Devein anymore."

Allister stares at the First Vampire with mouth agape and wide eyes. He then turns to Howleen. The cause of his troubles and he was seeing nothing but red. "This is all your fault!" he jumps at the ghoul.

The expecting wolf turns away in hopes of protecting her unborn pups. Bram quickly steps in front of her, willing to take the full force of his father. But nothing happened. Opening their eyes, they see that Allister is being held by the Attending vampire's.

"You release me this second!" he shouts. "You cannot do this to me!"

"You have no one to blame but yourself," Charlotte declares. "I put up with your ridicule and biased ways for all these centuries because I thought you needed to be in Bram's life. But now I see he would have been better off without you. We are through. I don't ever what to see you again." She walks away.

Vlad then moves up to him. "Now what should I do with you? Most of my ideas are rather old fashioned and though effective, are pretty much illegal these days."

"I have an idea!" Cleo shouts as she runs up to the old vampire and starts whispering in his ear.

"Oh… really… uh-uh…" he starts laughing. "I like you," he tells the mummy before turning back to Allister with a huge grin. "I'll be sending you to Skull Shores where you will be making huts alongside the Tiki. You might get a chance to get off the island on one of the passing ships. But as I recall, they only go there once every four to six months."

"No!" the former Devein shouts.

"Get him out of my sight!" Vlad orders as he turns to address everyone. "Who you love is your choice. Nobody else's but yours," he faces Bram and Howleen before turning to Gory and Catrine. "No one and I mean no one can define that."

"Thank you, Mr. Transyl," Howleen says.

"Blech!" he moves towards the werewolf ghoul. "What's with this Mister nonsense? We're about to be family after all. At least call me Great Grandpa Vlad."

Howleen smiles. "Very well, Great Grandpa Vlad."

That seems to have made the old vampire happy. "Such a nice ghoul," he then whispers not so quietly to Bram. "Don't let this one get away, my boy. Somebody might steal her."

"I don't plan on it, Great Grandpa Vlad," Bram takes the ghoul's hand and tightens his grip as if he was afraid to let her go.

"Now, then," Vlad turns and rides his chair over to the Headmistress. "Headmistress Bloodgood. It's a pleasure to meet you. I admire all the work you have been doing here with this school. Uniting all walks of life."

"Thank you, Mr. Transyl. And the pleasure is all mine," the Headmistress shakes hands with the First Vampire. "Never have I thought to be in the presence of the greatest vampires in all of monster history."

"You flatter me," he chuckles. "Now, Headmistress, I need to have some private conversations. Would you care to loan me a room?"

"You may use my office, Sir."

"Very good," he then turns to Bram and Charlotte. "I would like to start with the Deveins.

End

NOTE: Vlad Transyl is an OC I created.