"So you had me in mind eh? Well that proves it. You think I'm a joke because that's how you wrote the character."
"What? No! I just…"
"I see your time with that bloodsucker was well spent. Learning how to exploit and leech right? Look maybe you can pull this shit with those puppies over there, but I ain't fucking one! I don't need the money that badly. I'll go fucking live my twilight years in the forest and DIE there as nature probably intended. I don't need this shit."

As you turn to leave, Mary shouts at you.

"Yeah, that's right go on leave Mr. Lone Wolf! You'll fucking die alone, you stubborn bastard! I tried to help you! Erik tried to help you and you don't appreciate any of it! That's why none of your children speak to you and…"

You run back over to her and slam her into the wall. You stare at her face to face as she struggles to get free. She's strong, but you manage to keep her pinned. She really pissed you off and you were already pissed off to begin with.

"Fuck you, and fuck Erik! You two don't know shit about me, never did. I'm through with the pair of you! In fact I think I'll be taking something with me since you're so worried about me being alone…"

You release Mary and go over to the wolflings who look a little worried that you're going to cause harm to them. Many of them cast their eyes downward.

"Hey, you want to be REALLY tough? You want to really raise some hell? Come with me. If you want to stay under the thumb of this patchwork dead bitch and be exploited and mocked, stay here.

Your statement alone convinces all of them. They all follow you, even the one you made an example of. Mary attempts to call everyone back, but it's useless, you've taken control of the pack and they'll do what you want now.

And right now you want to get into a fight. You think about all the people and creatures that wronged you in some way and only two of them keep coming to mind consistently.

One is that fucking Dr. Victor Frankenstein. If it wasn't for him, Frankie and Mary wouldn't have been created in the first place which also means you wouldn't have gotten yourself into trouble all those years ago. You wouldn't have had to put up with his "children" taking jobs away from you. Not to mention he sued you once.

But the one who you REALLY despise, is that bisexual bloodsucker. Fucking Dracula or Vlad, or whatever the hell he's calling himself these days. The disgust you have for him and the reasons are too numerous to list here.

You go kick Vlad's ass

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 wait a little longer

You figure he really can't be that long now, and decide to wait. Soon you see Renfield come back, he tells everyone to quiet down on orders of his master.

"Excuse me everyone, I know you're all anxious to hear what my master has to say, but I have been informed that he will not step into this room until a certain infestation has been taken care of first. Namely THAT ONE OVER THERE!"

Suddenly all the Vampires, Ghouls and Human servants look at you and advance! You're beyond out numbered. You put up a good fight for someone in your position, but ultimately you are scratched, bitten and sucked dry. And not in the good way either. You are then skinned where your pelt is hung up over Drac's fireplace, where he always brags about how he defeated you single handedly.