My Son Drac Intro
An old Wizard is pacing around a lab, poking at some things and nodding at others. All kinds of lights are flashing and warbling. He sighs and looks out the window, seeing that it is becoming night. He smiles and leaves the lab.
From the lab, the Wizard makes his way to a side room and opens it. All the lights are off and it is incredibly dark inside. The Wizard, however, has the ability to see in the dark and has no issue entering the dark room.
“Rise and shine, my children…the sun has set and it is safe for thee now,” the Wizard says.
The Wizard walks on over to the first bed and pulls the blanket down a little, uncovering a young woman. His mission currently is to be an expergefactor.
“Mary...” the Wizard whispers before continuing on to the second bed.
When he pulls the blanket down on the second bed, he reveals a young boy.
“…Drac,” the Wizard whispers.
At first, neither of the two wake up. The Wizard sighs and turns away. As soon as he is not looking, both the woman and the boy pop awake. The Wizard senses the sudden movement behind himself and smiles in amusement.
“Silly kids...I know you are awake,” the Wizard says.
“Good evening, Mr. Fartlek,” the two say in unison.
“Good evening, indeed! If my predictions are right, tonight will be a wonderful night of you two cleaning my lab for me!” Mr. Fartlek says and laughs.
“Aw, man!” Drac whines.
“Get your breakfast and get to cleaning!” Mr. Fartlek says and leaves the room.
“I can’t believe that guy...we’ve just woken up and he’s already talking chores! Who in their right mind would want to be a responsible individual and clean up the place they live in?!” Drac complains.
“He is a Wizard, Drac...that is typical Wizard behavior. You shouldst know that by now,” Mary says.
“I suppose so. We’ve lived here over 100 years and have repeated these same conversations so many times,” Drac says.
“I see you are frustrated and so am I. However, I have an idea,” Mary says.
Drac grins.
“I’d love to hearest thy idea!” Drac says.
“We trick the Wizard into thinking we are going to be useful, and then we slip out the door and have fun again!” Mary whispers in Drac’s ear.
“Aw, man! That would be incredible!” Drac says. “Especially if I get to hang out with thee.”
“Yeah,” Mary replies. “Sure.”
“Hurry or I will cancel breakfast!” Mr. Fartlek yells.
“Coming, Mr. Fartlek!” the Vampires say.
The two rush out the door and head to the kitchen where Mr. Fartlek serves up two bowls of blood.
“Reheated sheep blood,” Mr. Fartlek says. “Careful, I may have warmed it up too much...”
“Aw, man! I prefer pig blood!” Drac whines.
“You get pig blood all the time! Today, you get sheep blood! Try it, you might like it!” Mr. Fartlek says, getting upset.
“Fine; I thankest thee, Mr. Fartlek,” Drac mumbles.
“We are very thankful for thy help, Mr. Fartlek. He’s just grouchy because he woke up from a great dream,” Mary says.
Drac stares at Mary.
“Oh, great, you’re reading my mind again!” Drac says and blushes.
Mary smirks.
“Heh heh heh...silly kids,” chuckles Mr. Fartlek, and then he announces, “The brooms are by the back door!”
After consuming their bowls of blood, the two Vampires each choose a broom and begin sweeping.
“Good job!” Mr. Fartlek says, plopping down into a recliner.
“I thankest thee, Mr. Fartlek,” Mary says.
“Hey, dost thou mindest if we open the door? It’s getting hot in here,” Drac asks.
