"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 memories (Vlad)

The Vampire: Vlad III AKA Vlad the Impaler AKA Dracula AKA…

You've got more interesting names to call him though. "Fagula" comes to mind.

All those movies nowadays that they make about how vampires and werewolves can't get along were no doubt inspired by you and the bisexual bloodsucker.

Yeah that always pissed you off. He was always considered a "ladies man" and yet he was buttfucking his sycophantic manservant Renfield on a regular basis. Fucking pretty boy got all the best looking women throwing themselves at him, while he was getting some massive man meat in his elitist aristocratic undead ass on the side. Blood wasn't the only thing he was sucking on.

That pretty boy also got all the best roles; got all the fame, got everything better and he didn't deserve any of it. He came from fucking money. He was goddamn royalty. He was all those things that humans admire and strive for, looks, money, power, famous, and eternal youth. You didn't really stand a chance in terms of popularity. Here you were a dirty ruthless "animal" that ripped people apart, while HE was Mr. suave and sexy that seduced his victims. Making death erotic rather than violent.

In short, humans saw him and saw what they wanted to be. While they saw you, and saw what they were.

Its one of the reasons why you have a big dislike for the undead. They aren't natural. They don't have that primal instinct that all living creatures have on some level. Humans and Werewolves both have it. Even all the Alien creatures you've had rare encounters with have a primal instinct due to the evolution that existed on their home worlds. The Undead don't. They're without emotion. No matter how much they try to mimic it. Any emotion they have is only due to their remembrance of how they reacted to events in their former lives. They don't BREED naturally. Vampires are just fucking overgrown parasites and leeches in your superior opinion. All they do is try to exploit, hide and lie. And most idiotic humans fall for it. Now there's a whole sub-culture of wannabe Vampires out there. Nobody wants to be a werewolf though. (Granted you'd probably hate a wannabe werewolf, but that's not the point.)

It's not "sexy" enough. It's not "dark and mysterious" enough, basically it's not GAY enough.

But being a Vampire sure is gay enough though, so let those stupid ass human wannabes go ahead and pretend and worship Vampires. They always find out just how much their "Masters" truly value them and it's normally as food and at best a "pet".

Werewolves don't lie. If they're going to kill you, they'll be up front immediately, they won't string you along. At least you've always been that way.

Fagula just represents everything you hate about his kind. All of which makes you wonder:

Where the hell are the Van Helsings of the world, nowadays?