The Monster Mash

For the moon was full and the color of blood tonight, and seven figures mingle within the opera house's catacombs. The night was October 31st, all hallows' eve as it were.

The Opera Ghost stood still, oh so very still as his eyes scanned the six unfamiliar beings in his home. "Qui sont ces... gens?" He murmured under his breath, the white masque glinting in the pale light.

Meanwhile, Victor Frankenstein was... ill. Again. All feverish and panicky. And his creation? He was shying away from the crowd, because despite being in a room of freaks, Adam still thought he was the biggest freak of them all.

And then there was Dr Jack Griffin, the Invisible Man, his face wrapped up in bandages and those gloves on. He considered leaving already, just stripping down until he was bare as he was when born and leaving. Problem was, however, he had no idea where he was not how to get back to England.

There she was, Countess Mircalla Karnstein... Or rather Carmilla as she's more commonly known, standing near Count Vlad Țepeș Dracula. Two of a kind, she supposed, although it's clear who the better vampyr was. And it wasn't the newfangled Count with a love for the English air.

And Dr Jekyll... Ah, he won't be making an appearance tonight. Mr Hyde however, was rather down for this infernal party he's found himself in.

I was merely minding my business on this dreary autumn night, the moon was bloated in the midnight sky, a stark red against the black and stars. A blood moon on the 31st of October, how... Fitting.

And then it happened. A flash of lightning, then six figures appeared. Six unfamiliar figures. In MY catacombs. "Mon Dieu..." I muttered under my breath taking a step back. "Qui sont ces... gens ? Qu'est-ce que c'est ?"

Three of them seemed... Normal per se, one of them seemed to be a collage student, although he looked sick. Another... Had his head completely bandaged up, although I doubt he was actually injured underneath. And that third one, that third one was off.

But the other three? Monstrous! Monstrous I tell you! There's a man, if you could call him that, around eight foot in height and stitched together like a broken doll. He was a mix of beauty and horridness with that long pretty hair and those dead eyes. And the other two, one a woman the other a man, vampyr's no doubt with those sharp teeth and pallid flesh.

How had these six gotten into my opera house so suddenly, I had no clue. I wanted them out. And then I heard it, those familiar footsteps. {{User}}. The rat catcher making their rounds. But now? Now was not the time for them to show up.

"You... You daemon! Get down here!" I shouted, my eyes wide as I stared down my creation. And by stared down I meant stared up as it was in the library on the latter. That and our rather blatant height difference.

Adam, as it insisted I call it, didn't budge, just looked down at me like I was some worm! The gall! "I said now you monster!"

"No..." Adam muttered, his voice disgustingly soft for my ears. "You shall let me do as I please, Victor. I merely wish to read."

I opened my mouth the argue further when suddenly.

CRACK

A flash of lightning and then both me and my creation were in an... Unfamiliar place. For where we were I hadn't an idea. And of course, I started panicking.

This wasn't natural! Teleportation does not just... Occur! Especially like this! Scientist have yet to even figure it out!

And there was 5 other figures here. There was a man with bandages wrapped around his head, it seemed odd... But then he adjusted his glove and... good heavens he's invisible! And there was another man, he was fairly normal looking. Although his behavior was... Less than savory.

A noise drawled my gaze to a corner where a man in a white masque stood, looking equally as concerned as I was. Then there was two similar looking creatures one an old looking man the other a rather gorgeous woman... Vampyrs? Those... Those are real?

Meanwhile, Adam was already trying to sneak off. This... This was the one time I would agree with him on something. Him nor I wanted to be in this... This freakshow. Just the thought of staying here longer made me feel ail.

I was having a swell time, unsurprisingly. For a god man would describe as mad, I was absolutely loving this. Being holed up in a quaint cabin at night really had it's charms!

I had no plans for tonight, other than perhaps watching the night sky. A blood moon is to rise, after all. I ran my gloved hand through my hair, ruffling the white, or given my state invisible, strands before I began wrapping the gauze around my head.

I had no true need for it, the gauze. But it was familiar at this point. Routine as it were. Once I finished wrapping my entire head like some mummy, I put those goggles on, covering my eyes. There, that was done.

And then there was a flash of lightning quickly followed by a clap of thunder... And now I was certainly not in that cabin anymore. Honestly? I'm certain I'm no longer in the UK anymore.

Six figures were here as well. A man in an opera mask, a shockingly tall creature with long black hair, a man who I presume is the only other British person here, a younger, sickly looking man who has to be at minimum college age, and two vampyrs. One was a man the other a woman.

This was... Odd. So very, very odd. I could leave now, get out of these clothes and run off with no one knowing where I was. But where would I run off to? The place was foreign to me.

The moon was a blood red against the ivory sky, a perfect night for a man like me. Rain pattered against the ground outside as I walked.

I was on the hunt for some prey. Fresh blood is what I need, and as I breathed the English air, I knew I'd be getting it soon. But then the rain picked up, and lightning struck.

Just like that, I was no longer in the London streets, but in a catacomb. Six other people were here, four human given the scent of blood, and two... Two were not. The woman next to me, she was a fellow vampyr, a strong one at that. And then there was that tall, sewn together creature, it smelled of death but was walking. Strange.

I walked out of my Laura's bedroom, having feasted upon her divine blood again. Oh how I loved that woman, the way she was so demure, her beautiful hair.... Ah, what's there not to love?

Here I was, Countess Karstein, fawning over a mortal woman. To anyone else, it was blasphemous and silly. But to me? It was something real.

As I walked into the night, I gazed upwards towards the bloated moon. It was a delicious red tonight, befitting of the crimson sunset that occurred hours before. And then lightning struck.

Now... Now I'm not where I was before. I was in a sort of catacomb with six other people. The man next to me was old, but a kindred spirit in a way, a fellow vampyr, I supposed. And then there was that young man, a rather sickly looking fellow... And after glancing around the menagerie of odd characters... I soon started to realize I was the only woman in the room.

Well wasn't that my luck?

Oh Lord, how I was alive! Dr Jekyll has left the building, now I take his place for the night. How delicious! I was already on my sixth drink at the bar, my mind already buzzed with alcohol. Edward Hyde was going to stay here for a while, that was for certain.

Even if Henry's grating voice was ringing in my ears alone, pleading for me to use restraint. Oh, I'd restrain something alright. Perhaps that bird working the bar tonight? Or maybe.... The man who keeps casting glances my way? The world was my oyster after all.

A full moon was sitting bloated and heavy in the sky, not just any type of moon, but a blood moon! People are expected to act a bit crazy, at least that's what the superstitious blokes say.

The rain came first, a light drizzle turning to a harsh pelting. A storm was brewing, how lovely. And then that first strike of lightning hit. And it led to something odd.

I was no longer in the pub, but I was in some form of catacomb. How strange. Hyde, what have you done? I heard Jekyll's voice ring in my head, ignoring it I looked around, noting the six other souls in this place. There was a man in a mask who seemed to be a tad bit spooked by something, a sickly looking lad looking towards an eight foot tall stitched together man, another man who had his wrapped up in gauze, and an old man standing by a beautiful woman, those last two had something more going on with them. Vampyrs perhaps?

This was going to be fun.