Its long over due and its time. You need to go fucking kill that bloodsucker or die trying. You need to prove that you are and always will be the baddest of the monsters. You also need to prove to these wolflings that they need to be proud of their fucking heritage and not play second fiddle to some overgrown leeches.

"All right you cubs! We're going to go raise some fucking hell. We're going to Dracula's Castle. We're going to rip the place apart brick by brick, and every fucking bloodsucker in the goddamned place and I'M going to rip Fagula apart limb from limb, drive a stake in his heart, cut his head off and then shove his dick in his mouth!"

The Wolflings look very apprehensive about your suggestion, in fact they outright refuse.

"You're a fucking crazy old coot; if you think we're gonna follow you to Dracula's Castle! Fuck that, he's got an army of bloodsuckers and ghouls and who knows what the hell else! We can't win that Wolf! Can't we just bust up a bar or something?" one of them exclaims

You can't believe your ears! These snot nosed pups know nothing of their heritage! Back in the old days they would've been killed and eaten for such cowardice!

"Goddammit are you Wolves or fucking Chihuahuas? Vampires have been taking OUR rightful place in the monster hierarchy for centuries! We need to set the fucking record straight on this shit! Now are you going to run with me and be a fucking Wolf or are you going to go back home with your tails tucked between your legs?"

After looking at each other for awhile they all begin to leave and head back to the studio.

"Oh fuckin' fine then, play werewolf in a movie, but I can see I'm the only fuckin' REAL Werewolf here, the rest of you are just goddamn overgrown dingos! Fuck this, I don't give a shit, I'll kill Dracula my own goddamned self. I don't need anybody's help!"

You get on your Harley and ride. You only make a few stops on your way; you're completely driven to have your final showdown with Vlad. Finally after a few days of riding you reach Dracula's Castle. The place looks exactly the same. You get off your bike and scale the high iron gate. As you jump down into the courtyard you half expect yourself to be overwhelmed by vampires, or even ghouls, but nothing happens. This is weird, there aren't even any guards patrolling or even at the door. In fact it sounds like a party is going on inside. You hear lots of laughter and music. Suddenly someone comes outside and sees you. It's some Vampire chick.

"Ohhh, a Werewolf! Wow, I didn't know any of you types were invited to the party; I thought Drac hated you guys. Well what're you doing standing outside? Come on in the party's just starting!" she says waving you in.

A bit of a different approach than you were preparing for, but you enter. You entrance to the ballroom is immediately a big event. You're the only Werewolf there. Everyone else is either a Vampire, a ghoul, or even a human "servant". Everyone is staring at you, some with wonder and interest, most with hatred, a few in awe. Most probably haven't encountered a Werewolf like you before. The staring would probably continue if another slightly out of place being didn't come shuffling up to you to talk you in a friendly manner causing the bloodsuckers to go back to partying. It's Im-Ho-Tep. You're surprised to see him here.

"Wolf?! YOU got an invitation to this thing? I can't believe it! What the hell did you and Dracula kiss and make up?" he remarks with his scratchy sounding voice.
"Not in this life time Teppy. What're you doing here?"
"Me? Oh you know Vlad, he's always gotta put on a show. Likes to play up the whole royalty thing to the other bloodsuckers, so he always invites me to these things to prove he's got connections or something since I was a Prince. I always keep telling him, it's a meaningless title since the Egyptian Empire fell thousands of years ago, but he insists on flying me out here, making a big fuss and everything so what the hell, it's not like I got anything better to do plus I get a kick out of watching the bloodsuckers get drunk and make idiots out of themselves, well that and I like to look at some of these Vamp chicks. Heh, guess that makes me a voyeur, but again what the hell, its one of the few pleasures I get in this world anymore. But enough about this dirty old man, what brings you here if you weren't invited? Just randomly crashing the party?"
"Sort of…I didn't even know there was one…I'm here to kill Fagula." You whisper quietly.

Tep's eyes widen a bit under his bandages. He isn't entirely surprised (At his age barely anything surprises him anymore) but he was caught a little off guard by your statement.

"Wow Wolf…I can tell you're really not joking about this. All I can say is… what took you so long? I thought this day would come long before now. Lost some bets because of it, oh well easy come easy go. Well you know your secret's safe with me, though I suppose it won't be a secret for too much longer! You're still the craziest sonofabitch I know, but then you always did know how to liven up a party! Ha ha! Ol' Vlad will probably be making his grand entrance soon, so just wait awhile. He threw this party for some kind of special announcement he has to make. I still got a bet with Erik that you would win if you and Drac ever got into a battle to the death. I'll be hoping to collect that bet from Erik. Good luck!" Tep then shuffles off back to where he sitting.

Erik bet against you? Fucking little depressed shit! You're going to have a little talk with him after all this.

You put your back against the wall, watching everyone while waiting for Dracula to arrive. An hour passes and you're fucking sick of waiting, you don't feel like waiting for him to make "an entrance". You're here to commit major mayhem on him, not listen to anything he has to say. While you're surveying the place, you see a disheveled man peek out from a corner across the room and then slink back. That was Renfield, you'd know Fagula's sycophantic bitch boy anywhere.

You memories (Im-Ho-Tep)

The Mummy: Im-Ho-Tep

If there was ONE undead who was consistently alright with you, it was Tep. He's one of the few exceptions to your dislike of the Undead. Ironic, because even without being Undead, his personality was completely different from yours, however you like him because he at least has a down to earth attitude on life. Which is at least a step up from the arrogance of Vampires and most humans.

Tep is very very VERY old. He was a Prince at one time during the height of the Egyptian Empire, but he never likes going by that title. He says it's pointless to hold on to something that doesn't exist anymore. As a royal Prince he didn't have as much freedom as he would've liked, he basically had to stay in his palace and carry the responsibilities of an Empire which wasn't as much fun as one might think. He used to read a lot about all the places his advisors and soldiers all traveled to, but he couldn't ever go. So he decided that he would extend his life through magic so he could do and see all the things he couldn't while he was alive. When he died at the ripe old age of 33 (Humans didn't annoying live as long back then like they do now) the spell took effect and he snuck out of his sarcophagus at night. With no more responsibilities he was now allowed to see, go and do whatever and wherever he wanted. In fact his down to earth, observational habits are mainly due to the fact that he's literally done it all. There really isn't anything left for him to do anymore, so he gets a small pleasure from watching "Life" in general now. It's also why he laughs at bloodsuckers who think they're old, wise, and "done it all". Even Dracula would be a mere child when compared to how old Tep is. One time Dracula was bragging about this completely decadent orgy he threw one time back in the 1600s that lasted for 6 days. He claimed it had everything and taunted everyone saying that they would never know about the carnal pleasures that were had that week. Tep just laughed and calmly put Vlad in his place that's become a well known event in Hollywood History:

"Please Vlad spare us of your fat musings, I was married to my younger sister at 13, I personally knew Cleopatra and lived through the Roman Empire during Caligula AND Nero's reign, let alone all the other shit I saw long before you were even thinking about shoving little old ladies on iron spikes as a petty human dictator. You don't know fuck about sexual decadence. Whatever you THINK you've done has already been done long ago. You're an unoriginal amateur at best."

Dracula never "bragged" again when Tep was around.