Aw maaaaaaaan! Me and Teddy had the same reaction

hahahhahah And I missed you like the little planets missed the Death Star...oh...wait

OHHH hence 48 HOURS!!!! Wow, that was a bit slow of me hehe. In any case nice way to tie things in You know, except for the loose ends Madison, Madison, tsk, tsk. Hopefully Freddie can get better and knock some sense into her for a change ;P

Ahh, I know my comments make no sense right now...time for bed I think...not now but later...hyes.

Brillient chapter! I liked this one the best! (: (: (:
Nahh the wait is so totally worth it, and hahahaha having to re-read what you wrote
LOL!
Can't wait to read the next chapter.
And thank you, the story has been major good!!!!

Some part of me must like being humiliated because I did this ...

What I do when I'm not writing fanfiction. My fiction!

Its' not like anyone is going to read it and its not likely to get picked up by the publisher but maybe someone will give me concrete feedback. And it gives me an excuse to continue writing that story. I uploaded the first four chapters of something I'm working on that's not Harry Potter FF so ... wanna see what I write when I'm not writing Otty? Lemme know what you think ... there or here. And I'll have an update for here soon ... I promise I'll finish this story soon ... LOL

♥ you all ...

Hey ~Otty. It's so very late, and I need to go to bed, but I couldn't stand not commenting on your new chapter by now. I wanted to wait till I finished reading what you write when your not writing fan fiction, but, too many things have been happening that kept me from even getting to finish it yet. I will finish it though as I love your writing. And I find the story enjoyable to read. But anyway, back to this one. Have I mentioned I love Teddy so much? He's very confident in his abilities, even when things become dire. I can't believe he didn't have his wand though. Did he not have it on him cause he knew the company he would find himself in? Didn't want to take a chance on it getting taken from him maybe. I loved this part, and laughed at his creativity about picking up the wand in the Forrest. I'm thinking he's got more useful weapons in his great coat. You never know about Teddy, except that he's always prepared one way or another.
Well, ~Otty, I need to make this be enough. I do love your brilliant writing, and you never cease from amazing me with the style you're able to write in. Deep, but easy to jump into without fear of drowning. I'll let you know about your other story when I'm done reading it. For now, I'll be waiting for your next post.

Shall of course read your fiction

“If I were an spice where would I be hiding?” Ottery thought to himself as he walked down the corridors of the castle, disguised as just another vampire guest of the evil dark lord Dracula. “No wait, its supposed to be a plant.” He smacked himself on the forehead and silently wished Teddy was with him to remind him of these things.

Then perhaps by divine providence, the alignment of the stars or sheer good luck, perhaps God was listening and feeling particularly kind to Ottery, but a door went flying past the dark haired boy, just missing his nose impaling itself on the wall opposite the room it came from and flying after it came Teddy D. Bear. Ottery's quick thinking caught him mid-flight.

"What the--?!" Teddy exclaimed as he floated in mid air, his deadly flight arrested by the dark haired boy's quick thinking.

"I guess I wasn't meant to die without you, Teddy," Ottery replied suddenly succumbing to a fit of coughing. He lowered the boy slowly to the floor. In an instant three vampires were around them.

The leader of the vampires grabbed Teddy by the throat and slammed him against the wall, the other two grabbed Ottery and slammed him into the floor. Then seemingly out of nowhere a dark shadow appeared and grew to encompass the whole other side of the hallway. Then it slowly shrunk down to the size of a very tall man. Standing there surrounded by what were surely two hounds of hell was Dracula and next to him a young girl, Evangeline. She was holding a crucifix in one gloved hand, where it didn't burn and a stake on the other hand. She winked at the boys.

Now what is going on here," Dracula complained. "You all are disrupting the rest of my guests."

"Well ... it seems ... your goons here ... were ... harassing my ... pal," Ottery complained. "See if ... I ... ever stay ... here."

"Ottery, silence your foolish tongue," the dark lord of vampiredom exclaimed calmly, "I meant my important guests."

"Ottery, it's a trap!" Teddy exclaimed.

"I ... think ... the ... choke hold ... kinda ... gave it ... away, Teddy," the boy replied.

"Now, about you becoming a vampire Ottery," Evangeline remarked. Here Dracula ran a long nail along his wrist and caused it to bleed. "The dark lord is going to give you the pleasure of being your sire."

"Okay," Ottery thought to himself, "What now?"

Teddy as if knowing what his friend were thinking answered, "I swear I thought this was supposed to get better not worse."

Jewel


'Cause if you wanna go, baby, let's go
If you wanna rock, I'm ready to roll
And if you wanna slow down,
We can slow down together
If you wanna walk, baby, let's walk
Have a little kiss, have a little talk
We don't gotta leave at all
We can lay here forever
Stay here forever

AN: Thank you all for reading ...

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The end!? what!?!?
Just like that?!
*read extra* Ooooh i get it now!
Brillient post! Ah Evangeline, i do have such a thrill to read your name in the chapters!
And it was a pleasure in reading the story

Eviee

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Oh. Eeeeeeeeeeevil. But oh no, Drackie's gonna get them! Runnnn poisoned Otty run!

And yes, I'm reading your oh-so-steampunk novel too slowly

Wait, the end? Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Hello ~Otty. You are to cute! I read all things OtterySt.Catchpole, even the spoilers. I will admit though I was fooled for a sec. when you said The End. I was going to object most strenuously. Glad I followed the dots to the bottom of the page.

OK, so now for the story. Ottery better be careful with those head-smacks. He might in his weakened condition do himself in, or at least knock himself to the floor.
My thoughts exactly! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Ottery can't become undead or anything else. Oh wait! Maybe Ottery is a space alien. Does he have a tail he keeps hidden? Maybe he can turn Super Saiyen and pull a "Kamehameha" Ah... sorry, I should get serious with this. The gang needs to show up now, before something really awful happens. I mean, it's like Teddy said, They need to save Ottery before the worst happens.

Great post ~Otty. I'll be watching for your next.

As if I could ever truly end a story in this way, my dear sweet friends LOL I've neglected you all too long. You signed on for an Ottery story and you're going to get it, all full of love, heartbreak, EPIC (even if its just fail) and drama and love ... and you know it ... so here goes. Just remember kids, it ain't over 'til the cows come home ... (I'm from Texas so ...)

I wanna rock-n-roll
I wanna give my soul
I'm wanting to believe I'm not too old
Don't wanna make it up
Don't wanna letcha down
I wanna fly away
I'm stuck on the ground
~Save You by Matthew Perryman Jones


Tiffany had had a long day. A really long day that had started simply enough with making Teddy coffee, fending off his crude advances, setting him straight about how to properly treat a girl, threatening his life, then dealing with the disposal of a bottle imp, a small infestation of cosmic roaches which aren’t as comic as comic roaches, and then the boys had let her in on the whole story of their plans to save Ottery from the evils of his own happy nature. That had been two days ago ...

Now she just wanted to sit back with a long cold drink in one hand and Teddy’s strong hands massaging her neck. Not that she would ever say any such thing to him. Tiffany would have rather swallowed a can of living scorpions than even hint at the possibility.

She was lying on the bed, turned over to the bedstand and picked up a copy of a book that lay there. It was not the Bible. She sighed, “Well aren’t we just full of ourselves,” she remarked. Her fingers deftly flittered through the first few pages to the first story page of Bram Stoker’s book. When suddenly the doors of her bedroom suddenly burst open.

“Tiffany!” Angel exclaimed.

“What?” she screamed her wand in hand.

“It’s all a trap. Dracula never wanted to give Ottery the antidote. He has it. He wants Ottery to become a vampire anyway.”

“And you know this because? But more importantly you’re screaming this at me when you know we’re likely to be overheard because …”

“They already know!” the boy screamed turning around and firing a couple of hexes.

“Finally!” Tiffany yelled, laughing. Clearly being around Teddy was beginning to make her a little too wand happy. She pushed Angel back and with her magic slammed all the doors leading to her bedroom shut.

“That isn’t going to keep them out forever,” the boy remarked.

“No, but just long enough for me to get to my potions box,” she remarked winking as she kicked open her trunk which was at the end of her bed. She kicked it open and Angel gasped as he saw a small room full of potions and weapons like a mini portable dungeon.

“You were a Slytherin?” he asked.

“Does it really matter sweetie?”

Tiffany winked and asked him to wait as she disappeared down into the dark, dank, portable dungeon. Meanwhile the vampires slammed against the door like angry bulls trying to crash into a china shop. Angel sighed. Where the devil was that Mexican boy and his crazy dragon? They had a bloody dragon why wasn't he rescuing them or something? And where the devil was Ottery?

He heard the sound of tinkling glasses and bottles, one smashed and there was a curse, and Tiffany rummaged down in her dungeons. The door began to bend and splinter.

Every instinct in him screamed for him to flee and save his own life but ... there was something crazy, mad, happy and lovely about Ottery and he didn't couldn't see that snuffed out in the world. He could feel the darkness descending and story coming to a close. It wasn't supposed to end this way, he was supposed to be on deserted island sipping rum and living off the stolen pirates treasure he had accrued. What had ever possessed him to be a superhero when he was clearly a thief?

"Why couldn't I be a werewolf?" Angel complained aloud.

Suddenly, Tiffany's face popped out of the trunk a necklace of garlic on her neck. She flung another around the boy's neck and asked, "Are you serious? I could make you one for about fifteen minutes, nothing permanent but ..." she smiled wickedly holding her hand out so that he could help her out.

Angel sighed. "Why not? I'm already dying for this boy, why not go out as a werewolf as well, no?"

AN: Thank you all for still reading and no you didn't seriously think I was going to go straight back to Otty and his impending peril ... LOL but what's Nick Fury doing, anyways? And Diego Cerberus ... ??? El dragon tambien!!!!! OMG! So many plot holes to patch sometimes I feel like I'm trying to keep a sinking ship from taking anymore water ... speaking of ships ... y el Ron? You should all be asking how his ship is sailing ...

Hey ~Otty. Thank you for posting! You're welcome of course, and one can always hope right, but, I know better than to expect it. All in ~Otty's time. How can he be so surprised at this?! This ^ surprised me too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Angel should find a way to put his airship in his pocket! Oh well, I'm still thinking Ottery hasn't played his Ace yet. He's waiting for the full house to make it work for him. I just wish everyone would get there before his time runs out. This is why Angel is my least favorite hero. Normally he thinks only for himself, and what good would helping someone else be but to benefit himself. But then again.... he isn't all that bad after all.
Ahhhh.... This fits in with what I was saying about your timing. I'm confident all the story arcs will be looked into and concluded somewhere along the line. I have no worries, just curious as to how and when.

Great post ~Otty. I'll be watching for your next.

It's really the end? I mean no more? *cries*
I LOVE reading this story and it's crazy chapters
It's sad to see it end but i suppose it has to sometime.
I really want to know what happened to Otty though, i mean did he become a Werewolf? Or Not? Gosh all the questions

Thank you for writing the whole story in the first place (:

Eviee <33

No wait Ms. Evi3e it's not actually over it was a joke ... Otty is going to ... don't leave, yet. NOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

You were joking? gosh! i am so gulliable
Technically i can't go the story is subscribed

I am back! *dances*

and it's just Eviee (:

Ooooo another Chappie! *reads*

But now that you're gone I can see
That love is a garden if you let it go
It fades away before you know
And love is a garden it needs help to grow
~Jewel, Love is a garden


Hermione’s spirit quest ...

Hermione had never thought that she would ever find herself riding on the back of a buffalo through long flat lands filled with head tall grass but then again being Harry Potter’s friend had put her in ever more awkward places and situations. She giggled at the whispered joke that Silver Wind had told her.

When she stopped laughing she asked, “Do you mind if we stop? I’m so tired of all this traveling.”

“There’s a forest up ahead,” the buffalo told them. “That, I am afraid is as far as I can take you both.”

“Thank you so much dear mister bison,” Hermione replied hugging the creature.

The bison blushed. It wasn't often girls cuddled him.

Once there, standing at the edge of the plains where the forest ended or began they dismounted their large hairy steed and walked a little ways into the forest. Hermione sensed something, calling her, but she turned to say goodbye and found that the bison was gone. Silver Wind nodded towards the forest.

"This is your quest, tenderfoot. You lead the way."

Then as if the trees were speaking in the movement of the wind through their branches and the leaves, Hermione knew or at least sensed where she needed to be. She could not tell what they were saying. Her guide walked past her, and signaled her to follow. She pushed past him and lead the way. They walked a ways through the underbrush finding no paths, or walking perhaps where they were not because something pulled at Hermione's heart. It seemed as if the forest were telling her where to go.

They heard the rippling of water and found a little river there. Hermione bent down to take a drink, she stopped and turned to her guide, after all what did she know about being out in the wild and Silver Wind nodded that it was all right to drink from. Still, what were the trees trying to tell her?

The frizzy haired girl bent down to drink and got a face full of water splashed on her face. Hermione spluttered and fell back onto the sand. She could hear the sound of Silver Wind’s laughter but along with it was another and she wondered who else was there.

“Hiya toots,” came a sharp little voice and she looked to see an otter swimming on his back holding a shell in one hand and winking at her. “I heard you’re looking for company …” he said suggestively.

Hermione splashed the little otter back. "I'm looking for my spirit animal you pesky little fiend." She took a handful of water and drank.

"I totally peed in the water, you know," the little otter remarked. Hermione spluttered and Silver Wind and the otter laughed.




Ron Weasley walked the streets of London alone late at night. Tall for his age, delightfully charming in his naive adolescent swagger, and with eyes so sad they could melt pure gold with a look he had gotten into a muggle pub or two and come out better of spirits than he'd gone in on thanks to a few friendly women but now he found himself walking down a street alone. Wondering where the devil the bloody hospital was and why was he going there anyways. Lately it seemed he spent a lot of time at St. Mungo's even so far as visiting his old Professor Lockhart and Neville's parents. Anything so as not to spend another moment in that room with her. And the terrible thought that she might never awaken again.

Still he could never go so far away that he couldn't be near her if she did wake up. How he missed her. But Harry needed him too.
He didn't know what to do. And his heart ached for it.



AN: I know it doesn't seem like this will ever end ... and likely it never will, so leave now friends and save your poor souls LOL, but no. Seriously, I'm wrapping this up soon, it's just ... so many ... characters. *cries*

Hey ~Otty! I've been trying all day to comment on this wonderful, brilliantly written chapter. I love, "Human Nature" by OtterySt.Catchpole, and I as much love this side story you are writing. I mentioned before how much I loved the very beginning of this epic story, when Hermione is looking at the picture of Silver Wind and reading the book Ottery had given her. He is the first character you introduced into the story, in a very casual way I might add. How was he going to tie into the story, and as the story progressed he wasn't mentioned again until this side story. I can't imagine the depth of your ability to create in your mind and put it to words the story arcs in this story(s) I must comment you for being able to keep everything in order, and tie things together, even as far back as the very first sentence of Human Nature to the present chapter. :tackle: Please don't think you have to hurry on my account. I wish it could just go on and on and on.

Now about this chapter. I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love it when you write about Hermione with Silver Wind, and the cryptic messages you have in there for us to figure out, or just read and enjoy the hallucinations in her coma. I for one sit and think forever about this and that and what it means. I think I have some pretty fantastic theories that of course I will not disclose. ("nobody likes spoiled milk" I was once told)
I am however having a little bit of difficulty theorizing what this means. You are too good at your craft ~Otty. And this leads into one of my favorite parts of this chapter: So hilarious! I will say though, this part fuels my theory.

Pay no mind to the negging feeling that you are being channeled. It is only me in disguise trying to dig deeper into your written word, and what's in between the lines.

And finally, poor, poor Ron. What is there to say, but have heart Ron. We're all pulling for Hermione. (along with Ottery I whisper quietly, as this chapter is all about Hermione and Ron )

Well, this has not been short and concise, but oh well, that only happens once in a blue moon with me.

Great chapter ~Otty! I'll be watching for your next. I'm on the ~Otty Express for Destination Super Epic FanFiction!:choochoo:

You're the bestest Connie, and too sweet. Do you have chat? We should talk, sadly we can't here as often ... and I'd love to do e-mail but I'm worse at that. But thank you for the sweet comments and ... here we go, time to finish this fic.



Dragons have many names by which they're known. Diego's friend was no different. Young and surly was an apt description of the creature, who was far away from his natural habitat in side the volcanoes of Hawaii. Still The-one-with-a-thousand-names had come to aid in the rescue of Ottery St. Catchpole. He had come as a personal favor to Diego Cerberus, who like Ottery was one of the few mortals who had ever understood dragonkind. Diego could sing/say the name of him and Ottery at least tried humming since he couldn't whistle. But that was more than most mortals and wizards and witchkind had ever done for dragons. The world had become the dominion of man and the dragons had found themselves over the ages relegated to more and more obscure habitats.
It was nice to be out in the world, but even so, he would not have bothered for just anyone. And now he found himself sitting bored in the great cavernous hangar bay of the flying rock fortress of Lord Dracula. Completely bored out of his wits. He could smell the undead all around him. A walking pestilence on the earth but he could do nothing ... he had served his purpose likely as the 'getaway' car for Ottery and his friends, now just came the quiet waiting time.
He lay pretending to sleep with his eyes closed and his head resting over his paws, his long dark dragon claws capable of cracking and breaking the white cool marble beneath him easily. The distant sound of swords clashing caught his attention but still he let his eyes stay closed and instead focused all his other senses on what was transpiring just outside in the hallway.

That's it for today ... back soon ...

Hey ~Otty. I was just thinking about this the other day as I was looking through your past chapters. I was wondering what became of our dragon friend. He's awful cute there waiting for his people friends to come for when they're making their get away. The cuteness of a dog, the patience of a cat, and a master of deception like a Werecat!
I hope nobody tries to sabotage him while he waits. Oh well, he could just toast them and eat them. But wait a minute... If an undead person thing would be eaten by the dragon...would he be undead still in the belly? I don't understand these creatures. I do know I'm afraid of them. OK, so I'm trying to think who likes sword play. I remember some sword play on the airship once in another ff of yours. I think it was Freddy! Is Freddy better now, and they're there, Madison and Freddy... OK wait a minute. I'm thinking I better just wait for you to tell me. (Us) My imagination is going to get me in trouble. Loved your post ~Otty. I'll be watching for your next. I gotta go take a look at another interesting ff that's not on this site, and see if there's anymore written there. Hope you can post soon. I'll be watching.

Great chapters! which i had to catch-up on sorry! *hides*
i hate that this ends soon
but pamspams

Eviee <33

Great new Chapter Otty! but I must say, I miss the songs...

An explanation ... I wrote the end of the story right here right now. Okay not the whole ending but the really climactic climax ... so why can't you see it? Well, its a first draft and very raw and honestly, you've all been with me and with this story for so long I couldn't bear to give you that. You all deserve better.
Its all going to explode very soon ... otherwise I wouldn't dare even think about pulling out this song ... Seriously. My post must be worthy of this song ... cuz this song is just ... awesome ... *cries* Awesomeness must be met with awesomeness ... Bonnie wouldn't have it any other way. Neither would Clyde but ... so my apologies for this not being a very long update ... but I will update really soon as I am really psyched at what's going to happen.
I love what I wrote but I need to sleep on it and expand it and make it a million times better and it wouldn't be half as much fun if I posted it and then just reedited it.
So ... I love you all for your patience and time and Droo I'll get on fixing that last post so it has a song ... I love my readers you all deserve the best so I'm working on it. For now ... a hint. Yes, I can introduce new characters this late in the game its what I'm famous for


Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream
of what I need ...
~Bonnie Tyler (Holding out for a hero)

Clearly the situation had reached what in some circles would appropriately be called a snafu (can I say that here?) and the whole thing had become something synonymous with a word rhyming with food bar. Normally this mean finding the nearest exit but this was a favor, a very important favor and it was likely going to get him killed. And the worst part was he wasn't even fond of this Ottery kid, he'd heard so many things about. But some favors could simply not be ignored anymore than some loves and blood debts were by nature bloody. Still a vampires nest. Honestly, lately life had really been wanting to kick him in the tenders. This just wasn't fair.
So there was a werewolf running around the castle, someone was slaying vampires, and Ottery and his sidekick were about to get turned. Was this the eleventh hour? It sure as heck felt like it. But would it be too soon to act.
"Only in gravest circumstance ..."
But Ottery was famed for his grave circumstances, everyone knew he lived on that edge. He sighed he would wait to play his hand, as he watched from the shadows, perhaps now was too soon.

Brilliant! and a new character :O
I wanna know what happens next! soon!
pamspams

Eviee <33

*Otty leaves his sanity here* :O

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream
of what I need ...
~Bonnie Tyler (Holding out for a hero)

O: Usually when I toss and turn at night what I need is chocolate ...
T: I usually just need to kick someone's *Otty stops Teddy*
O: Cow. I'm sure you meant to say cow ...
T: Whatever ... let's end this.

Clearly the situation had reached what in some circles would appropriately be called a snafu (can I say that here?) and the whole thing had become something synonymous with a word rhyming with food bar. Normally this mean finding the nearest exit but this was a favor, a very important favor and it was likely going to get him killed. And the worst part was he wasn't even fond of this Ottery kid, he'd heard so many things about. But some favors could simply not be ignored anymore than some loves and blood debts were by nature bloody. Still a vampires nest. Honestly, lately life had really been wanting to kick him in the tenders. This just wasn't fair.
So there was a werewolf running around the castle, someone was slaying vampires, and Ottery and his sidekick were about to get turned. Was this the eleventh hour? It sure as heck felt like it. But would it be too soon to act.
"Only in gravest circumstance ..."
But Ottery was famed for his grave circumstances, everyone knew he lived on that edge. He sighed he would wait to play his hand, as he watched from the shadows, perhaps now was too soon.



It's a heartache
Nothing but a heartache

Hits you when it's too late
Hits you when you're down
It's a fool's game

Nothing but a fool's game
~Bonnie Tyler (It's a Heartache)

The age old battle of werewolf and vampire played out in front of Tiffany. The potion that Angel had drunk had transformed him from a skinny little kid into a large hairy two legged monster, shaggy and angry, he had become a creature of pure instinct. The overriding instinct like that of the wolf one of undying respect, affection and loyalty to the alpha of the pack in this case the pretty girl standing next to him. In a room where he, Tiffany and a bunch of vampires stood, blades drawn and pretty foppish clothes from different eras, it was easy to see that the other poor suckers never stood a chance.
“You’ll never escape alive.” the dandiest of the vampires dressed like an old Hollywood movie mogul exclaimed, adjusting his cravat.
“Now that our master has found his prey, and has him exactly where he wants him, there’s no use for the rest of you,” a flapper vampire remarked.
“Which means we get to feast on your blood,” added an elegantly dressed cowboy vampire. He spun his six shooter on his finger. “Yes. I’ve got silver bullets, werewolf.”
Tiffany merely smiled, scratching the werewolf’s head behind his ears. “Angel, strike!” She exclaimed.
Bullets flying missed the werewolf as he jumped and loped across the bedroom with reflexes as quick as those of the vampires. Tiffany ducked and picked up her weapon.
Crossbow in hand, quarrel still in the weapon unfired, Tiffany stood back and watched the boy werewolf unleashing his rage. She had meant to lay covering fire for him but Angel needed no cover.
The cowboy vampires guns where the first things to hit the floor clattering. In seconds he was across the room dispatching another vampire with his claws even as they tried to bite him. He snapped swords with his bare paws, unaware of the cuts that barely grazed him, and the bites that the vampires inflicted on him. His claws tore into the prettily dressed creatures, sent blood and assorted organs and body parts as well as slices of silk, ties, finery and clothing flying around the bedroom.
The creature moved swiftly, destroying the vampires leaving piles of dust, blood and death in his wake as Angel cleared the room of anyone but himself and Tiffany.
Finding himself alone with the girl the werewolf boy sat down and howled at the moon seen through parting clouds from behind the large French doors of the bedroom that led to the balcony.
“I love werewolves,” Tiffany remarked scratching the boy behind the ears. “But times run out, we’ve got to find Ottery.” She ran across the room and kicking her trunk open went down the steps into her portable dungeon. Angel moved over but being too large for the door stood at the entrance whimpering. Tiffany was out in a few seconds wearing a red cloak and holding another article of clothing in her hand.
“Smell this boy. Think you can find the scent?” she asked. The werewolf howled in the affirmative.
She pet him and said, "Good boy, c'mon, we've got to find Ottery, and quickly."
He ran out of the bedroom. Tiffany smiled and ran out of the room after the werewolf .


I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

Elsewhere in the labyrinthine floating rock castle of the dark lord of vampires ...

A stake through the heart, a rosary attached to a pair of gaucho's bolas around a vampires neck, and open flasks of holy water went flying through the hallway and before them all a young boy whose black cloak flew behind him like the wings of swift death leaving only piles of dust where vampires had been standing.

"Where the hell is he going, Ottery‘s in the other direc--? Oh Shhhh!" the boy said as he ducked out of the way of a flying stake, hiding back in the shadows.

“Quien demonios?” He didn’t recognize that boy. Diego had kept an eye on the human guests and the goblins and monsters and elf slaves hiding in the shadows but whoever that boy was in the shadows he was no vampire and he was no one he recognized. Still the human was with them and there could never be any mercy for anyone who dealt with darkness. The world was black and white. Whoever had been hiding in the shadows moved swiftly and with amazing reflexes if he could move from one of Diego’s throws. Cerberus was neither slow or a bad shot, so that could be the only explanation and that was not hubris as the many dead vampires around him proved it. Sooner or later their paths would cross … and a smile flickered on the boy’s face. He would clearly make a worthy opponent.

Cerberus did not arrest his run. Time was well past of the essence, it was all ready too dam late. Every vampire seemed to be standing between him and his dragon. He had not been able to find Ottery’s cure. The team were split up, and everyone who had been so sweetly accommodating suddenly seemed to want to tear out his heart, or sink fangs into whatever major vein they could get closest to.

Essentially things were well past cool, but in war this was always the case, someone was always dying, the last seconds had trickled past, the clock was running down, the bombs were going off, the world was shattering, Armageddon was at the door knocking it down, and all was lost and it was up to him, Diego Cerberus to put it all back to fine. Boy was this getting old.

“Esto de ser super heroe como que ya basta, no?” he thought to himself.

But there wasn't anymore time. He needed the dragon and he needed him NOW! Ottery was as good as dead or rather undead if he didn't get to him before Dracula. Time was run out. Of course the crazy boy’s silly little plan had gone to seed it had been ridiculous and crazy, just like him. Which is why Diego needed to save Ottery, the world needed more of his ridiculous craziness.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” the boy screamed unsheathing his blade, a whispered spell and a slap against the blade turned it into solid silver and Storm Wind glistened like the moonlight hacking and slashing through the hordes of vampires that were trying to stop him.



"Don't you DARE!" Teddy screamed at the wall he was pressed against. "You really don't want to be ticking me off!" Of course this was followed by a set of obscenities regarding the dubious parentage of the assorted vampires, where he would stake them given half a chance, none of them places that would actually kill them, and what they could all do with themselves (and it was not of the picnic on a Sunday variety). More vampires moved to restrain him. There were already ten of them holding him against the wall and still the boy struggled.

"Don't worry Teddy it's all going to be all right ... I mean ... right?" Ottery said, as Evangeline grabbed his hair and held his head back. She dragged him towards the Dark Lord of vampires, kicked him behind his knee and sent him crashing to the floor. “You know normally this isn’t how my dates go …” she stood in front of him and slapped him hard across the face.

“Have some respect Ottery, you’re about to be bestowed the greatest honor a vampire can have. His Dark Lord is going to welcome you to the club of darkest night.”

Ottery wiped the blood away from his mouth. “Yeah, no.” He made to stand up and Evangeline went to push him down. “Sorry witch this isn’t how its supposed to go!” he yelled, “Normally I don’t hit girls but you’re dead,” he slammed a crucifix into her heart and she screamed. Moving with a swiftness that defied description for someone at death’s door Ottery moved to stake Dracula.

“Please,” the vampire said, grabbing hold of the stake he crushed it into a million splinters and slapped the dark haired boy across the room where he slammed into a wall next to Teddy and slid down.

“Ottery what the …” Teddy asked and pushed.

Evangeline screamed and made to rush at him but Dracula’s hand stayed her. He snapped his fingers and two vampires were picking the boy up off the floor.

“I’ve cancelled out your sorcerous little spell Ottery. I never took you for the diabolical type siphoning your powers from someone else,” the count remarked eyeing the boy with interest. “Perhaps there’s more to you than I know. But soon enough when I’ve drunk your blood and you’ve shared mine there will be no secrets between us.”

“I had to stop you. You’ve no business … in this … war,” the boy said, quietly.

“So you created this elaborate ruse to get yourself poisoned to get to me?” the count exclaimed.

“Flatter yourself,” the boy replied to which Evangeline slapped him again. Ottery stuck his tongue out at her and continued. “Finding … finding myself poisoned … I did … the only …thing that made … any sense.”

“You improvised?” the dark lord began to laugh at that.

“Ottery!” Teddy yelled.

“It’s all going to be okay … I’m always … improvising … on the … on the … on … the fly.” The boy said slumping forward.

Two vampires ran over and picked him up, holding his arms back they held his weak form feet firmly planted at his knees. Evangeline walked over again and pulled his head up by his hair.

"You will be all right Ottery, as soon as you drink our master's blood," Evangeline whispered sweetly into his ear.

Dracula pulled back his cloak to reveal a pasty white arm and running a long dark nail across it he cut himself. A thin snaking trickle of thick dark red blood began to run like a river.

"Now drink," Evangeline said shoving his mouth towards the open wound where Dracula's blood seeped out.

"You all ... don't have ...Coke or ... Mountain Dew?" the boy asked struggling to keep his head back with the last of his strength.

The clock struck midnight.

The boy's lips grazed the wrist of the Dark Lord his blood tainting the dark haired boy's lips, and everything happened all at once ...

*Ottery is pondering how mean he is* Do I end it now? Or do I come back and write more later? LOL

Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder end rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet

I'm mean ... LOL


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Riding a dragon is not an easy thing in the craziest of circumstances, but trying to do it while you are holding on to his neck and the creature is using his claws to break through tons of rock makes things a lot more interesting but that is exactly the situation Cerberus found himself in as The-one-with-a-thousand-names or as Ottery had come to call him, Victory Ascendant or just Victor when the situation called for it, tried to make his way to their friend.

"What the devil?" the Dark Lord asked as he lost his footing the floor beneath him rocking. Ottery fell back and Teddy found the opening he had been waiting for.

"Lord, the dragon!" a vampire ran into the hallway screaming. “Its gone insane … burnt a whole squad of goblins into crisps and now its coming here. Trying to bore through the castle.”

"He’s the least of your worries, suck wood you walking bloodsucking piles of dust!" Tiffany screamed as she fired off a wooden quarrel from her crossbow. In a second she was shoving the pointy wooden end of her crossbow through the heart of another vampire even before the first quarrel had flown through the vampire who had just entered the hall.

Above her Angel sprang into the middle of the room his claws finding no purchase on the marble floor he slid a little before he lunged himself at Evangeline who ducked. Dracula slapped the werewolf away like a fly and the wolf crashed in the form of the body of a boy slamming hard against the wall.

Teddy threw everyone off his back, spun around and grabbed the first thing he could get his hands on, a pen in the pocket of a vampire. He stabbed it in the heart, watched as it poured out gushes of blood, kicking him away he pulled at the pocket watch another vampire was wearing used it as a garrote wire twisting it around the neck of another. Still he knew this was little and useless if he didn't get his hands on a weapon and soon. Only a wooden or silver stake could kill a vampire not a pen, and the pocket watch was neither but gold.

"Ah useless jewelry!" he exclaimed shoving the vampire at his friends.

"Teddy!" Tiffany yelled and flung a wand at the boy. It fell in the hands of a vampire who had jumped and grabbed it before the boy could catch it. The floor shook again causing the marble floor to pop up where the dragon was slamming against it. Teddy grabbed the vampires hands and shoved the wand through his heart.

"Keep your hands off my wand you stupid wonker! It's a wooden stick!" He yelled angrily and turned wand in hand. The power emanating from him was considerable.

"What is the meaning of this outrage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1" Dracula exclaimed, his voice resounding throughout the hallway knocking everyone but Teddy off their feet.

AN: Just between us Miss E (hehehe that sounds cute) me being meaner would have come out more clearly had I actually uh, I don't know ... finished this bloody fic. And it is bloody because a lot of vampires die here ... *sighs* Next post, people start dying. If I kill off characters then I can't write them anymore ...HA! I'm trying sooooooooooooooooooo hard to end this but I just ... can't. Nothing sucks more than a rushed ending and I just ... won't ... rush it. But Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh. I want this fic over so I can get on with the story ... you know? *sighs* Whatever. I'm working on this ending until I die or this story ends ... aaaaaaaaaaargh.