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Avocado - Chapter 5 - By Oculus (with art by Carpdime & Waggytail)

Avocado - Chapter 5 - By Oculus (with art by Carpdime & Waggytail)


A tribute to Carpdime’s Avocado (and Waggytail's Candy)
By Oculus (with illustrations by Carpdime and Waggytail)
Chapter Five: Auburn & Candy

(continued from Chapter 4 )

The rays from a gentle sunrise could be seen from the window, as the old woman was giving Avocado a bath.

“Hee hee, dat tickwes!”

Bathtime! (Artist:Waggytail)
Most fluffies are afraid of water, as they hate how their fluff soaks up the water, adding more weight to their body. However, a few fluffies like Avocado enjoy bath time, and especially enjoy the thrill of making splashes in the water.

“Spwishy spwashy!”

“Please stay still Avo, I’m trying to get you clean.”

“Otay gwamma,” says Avo, a little disappointed.

After ten minutes of washing with soap and water, followed by drying with a towel, the old woman proceeds to comb Avo’s mane. He was still a small foal, about the size of a guinea pig, but he was cheerful and effervescent like a young human child. He had the amount of sleep a healthy foal of his age needed, and thus was bright and active. Despite his tiny size, the old woman was able to neatly comb Avo’s mane, like as though it was hair on a prepubescent human male.

“And there you go! A handsome young boy,” smiles the old woman. She then proceeds to take a mirror and show Avo his neatly combed maned and clean fluff.

“Avo wook nice, gwanma!” squeaks Avo, his voice cracking as he raises his two front hooves to clap.

As she fauns over Avo’s appreciation of his appearance as well as his enthusiasm for his first day at school, she is reminded of something. And for a while, her smile grew a bit dim.

“Gwamma? Wuts wong?”

The old woman was caught off-guard by Avo’s sudden observation. She proceeded to correct herself and smiled quickly.

“Oh nothing Avo! I was just happy about how you look.”

She then proceeded to place Avo in his pet carrier. The old man was currently getting dressed in the master bedroom and was getting ready to take Avo to the daycare.

“You have a good day at school, okay? School may seem scary, but you’ll have fun!”

“Otay gwanma!”

As Avo said this, the old man came into the dining room. Placing his hand on the handle of the carrier he then said, “Alright Avo, it’s time for school!”

As man and fluffy departed the house, the old woman waved at them, and said loudly, “Have a good day at school, Avo!”

As she watches the car depart from the house, the memory that she tried to suppress came back. Her eyes started to well up.


The Auburn (Artist:Carpdime)
She was a young woman with bright auburn hair. Eyebags were starting to form under her dark blue eyes. Immersing her hands in the stream flowing from the faucet, she scooped up the water and brought up to her face. As she massaged her face, she opened her eyes, and stared at herself for a good half-a-minute.

The Auburn-haired woman came from a broken home, and she never knew stability in her early years. As it was a sensitive matter, she refused to discuss or mention it, leaving only rumours and gossip to speculate among those who barely knew her. Some opined that she was caught in the middle of a messy divorce and was treated as a pawn between two rivalling parents desiring her affection. The nosier of the chatterboxes heard from the grapevine that she was actually illegitimate, and that she never really knew her father, being born to a single mother. Whatever the case, she was an introvert for most of her life and kept to herself. At some point, the Auburn was making the beginning steps down a wrong path. She started mixing around with the wrong kind of company, who took advantage of her meekness and insecurity, and tempted her with vices like illegal substances and truancy.

However, she was not without real friends. Intervention from her friends and then the family that really cared for her took her away from this darkness. She spent many a month in rehabilitation, and had to retake a year in high school, having to relearn the many things she abandoned in her bout of truancy. But the allure of being a rebel kept calling her back, and she could feel herself slipping, her desire to return to the life of a wild child beckoning.

And then, one day, there was the announcement of the fluffy pony biotoy. The creature intrigued her. To many, they were just playthings, a corporate product marketed to young girls, which ended up attracting a male demographic for some bizarre reason. However, when she first saw the biotoy in the window, she looked at them with incredulity. Their happy demeanour, their babbling chatter, their stupid smiles. But, as she looked at the eyes of the fluffies, in both the foals, and the adults, she saw an innocence that she once felt as a child, before the madness happened. She remembered a toy she once owned, an MLF plushie that she lost in the madness. And now here were these toys made flesh, like the figurative Velveteen Rabbit.

She didn’t just want to own one. She wanted to know about them. The one in the window looked the most like that plush, and she went out of her way to understand every aspect of her. Upon finding out about the new job of teaching at fluffy daycares, the Auburn went back to her studies with a newfound determination. Over time, she managed to get a certification as a qualified biotoy caretaker and was now working toward a degree in animal psychology and behaviour.

“Mummah am otay?”

The adult Waggytail fluffy was looking at her owner curiously, wondering why she was staring at herself in the mirror for so long.

“I’m okay, Candy. Let’s get ready for class.”

Candy (Artist:Waggytail)

“Hello little fluffies!”

And then the Auburn introduced herself by her real name to the fluffies. She had to start the class a bit earlier, as she had to prepare a quick orientation for the newcomers. Surveying the five newcomers who was going to join the class, Auburn noticed Avocado, who was looking quite handsome with his combed mane. Auburn understood that he was a foalcan fluffy, and yet, she could not help but be moved by his immediate friendliness that previous Friday.

In Auburn’s arms was a much older, and bigger, fluffy. At this point of time, the only other fluffies that Avo had seen were the glimpses of the fluffies on television and his owner’s computer screen, and the fluffies he saw while he was at the airport and during the flight. So, for him to see so many foals his age, as well as the adult fluffy, was a new experience to him.

“And this here is Candy. Candy is a fluffy, like all you little boys and girls, but she’s much older, and is also a good mummah.”

That was the first time Avocado heard the term ‘mummah’ used in reference to a female fluffy that was a parent.

“Huwwo babbehs! Fwuffy name am Candee! Candee wiww hewp babbehs wearn nyu thingies!”

“We will be teaching you various lessons for the next few months until you become “big” fluffies!” says the Auburn, slightly tired, but still maintaining her interest despite the routine nature of the job. She continued, “And the first thing we will learn today, is the Alphabet. I’m sure some of you know your alphabet by hard.”

“Avo knu awfabet!”

Avocado said this, as he raised his two front legs in the air in enthusiasm. Auburn was a bit surprised, as she knew that most foals who were taught at home wouldn’t remember the alphabet that well, a reason they had to be sent to the daycare to improve their knowledge retention.

“Alright, Avo, can you sing the Alphabet song?”


Ay Bee Sea Dee Eee Eff Gee…”

The Auburn smiled, as Avocado recited ten letters. However, Avocado kept going past the letter K.

“Okay, that’s-“

“Kyu Ess, Tee Yiew Vee!”

Auburn look on in incredulity as Avo kept going. However, Avo was starting to stumble with a particular letter in the Fluffspeak alphabet.


Auburn smiled and was about to tell Avo to stop when suddenly, Avo blurted out “Dubwoo!” having conquered the difficult of saying “Double U”. Beaming, he finished the song with “Ecks, Wai and Zee.

Fwuffy knu da A B Cs, necks time fwen wiww sing wif fwuff!”

“Avo am so smawt!” said Candy, as she clapped her hooves together in praise.

Auburn was a bit taken aback. Knowing that she had to stick to the lesson plan, she quickly adopted a smile, and congratulated Avocado.

“Very good, Avo! And now we will learn some other new things today.”

For the first session, Auburn was teaching the foals about toys.

“This here is a ball,” said Auburn as she pointed to a picture of the ball. Following her owner, and with an actual toy ball under her hoof, Candy repeated the word but in fluffspeak.

Candy teaching the foals (Artist:Waggytail)
“Dis babbehs iz a baww!”

“Baww!” said all the foals.Some said it with question marks, while others, like Avo, knew the toy well enough.

Because fluffies speak fluffspeak, and are incapable of learning international standards of English, the model of teaching that has been adopted at most fluffy daycares is a system where foals get not one but two teachers. The main teacher, the human teacher, teaches concepts to the fluffies, while an adult fluffy, ideally a female who has raised foals, plays an assistant role. The idea is that the human teacher provides a specific concept to the foals and the fluffy mare will relay the lesson or idea in fluffspeak. Documentation comparing foals raised purely by humans and foals raised purely by their fluffy parents have found that the mixed model provided the best results.

Just as she did with toys, the Auburn did a similar session with animals, particularly pets that fluffies might encounter.

“This is a dog. Dogs can get angry very easily. It is why they bark and can become barking monsters. Fluffies should not disturb sleeping dogs, otherwise they will become barking monsters!”

“Dis babbehs, am a guud boi! But some guud bois can be bawky munstahs wen dey nu hab guud sweepies! Memba’ babbehs, nu tawkkie wen guud bois hab sweepies! Wet sweepie gud bois sweepies!”


After the lessons, a timer went off on the Auburn’s watch. This signalled the mandated break time, during which the foals were supposed to play among themselves. While this play was monitored, foals were encouraged to play without the presence of a human, as a means of developing independence. Of course, a camera would allow the caretaker to observe the foals interactions and from there, notice any problem behaviour. As the lesson concluded, she and Candy gathered all the foals together.

Candy teaching road safety to the foals (Artist:Carpdime)

“Otay babbehs, nu wunnies nao. Hold da taiw in fwont and fowwow Candee!”

Remember the road safety lesson Auburn and Candy had taught earlier, Avo instinctively used his mouth to hold the mare’s tail with his teeth. A younger foal did the same to his tail, and another likewise, until they formed a secure chain. Once a few orderly lines of fluffies was assembled, Auburn and Candy marched the foals to their play area.

East Side Day Care (Artist:Carpdime)

While walking through the corridors, Avocado was amazed by the various activities he could see in the daycare. While the daycare had different rooms for classes, it also had many rooms specialized for that one necessary part of fluffy life – play. Crossing the foyer, Avocado could see the fluffies playing outside. Some were enjoying a quick dip in a pool of water, while one was busy picking flowers. The Auburn brought Avocado and his classmates to a larger playroom, and the first thing that Avo saw was a plastic castle. From the few adults who were playing in it, Avo could tell that it was designed with the older, more grown-up fluffies in mind. Not too far from the castle, some of the adults fluffies playing on a seasaw, and some were making a tower of building blocks.

There was a padded area where the foals were playing, watched by a few fluffy mares. Both Auburn herded Candy and her foals into the pen, as she gave the instruction.

“Alright fluffies! Remember to play nice!”

Within the padded pen, Avo could see the various play areas designed for foals within this padded pen. There was a maze for the smaller foals that they could enter, and slowly to find their way, but was big enough so that a mare or a human teacher could come in and collect the foal if it got lost. Some of the other foals were playing catch or a basic game with a ball. A few of the younger foals were suckling from a mare, who was singing the mummah song.

As Avo kept watching the foals around him, Candy went up to him.

“Gu on Avo! Nu be shy!”

Avo shakes his head, as he turned to his teacher. “Avo nu am shy, mummah Candy. Avo wuv wookies!”

Although Candy understood that Avo was a little bit more introspective and thus enjoyed watching things, the goal of playtime was also to develop bonding among the foals. Candy looked around, until she saw one blue foal huddled in a corner. The foal had a green tail and had his face to the wall, not wanting to be seen.

Candy used her hoof to direct Avo’s attention to the blue foal as she said, “Poor babbeh am aww scawedies. Twy to make fwens wif babbeh, Avo.”

Avo recognized the foal as the same one he met when he was that flight. Feeling curious, Avocado approached him with a greeting.



“Fwuffy am Awocado! Nice tu meet yu, fwen!

Wut am fwen name?”

The blue foal was a bit nervous. He remembered what his owner told him about strangers. But there was something about Avocado that seemed reassuring. That, and he wasn’t a stranger, nor was he a bawky munstah or a meowie munstah. Rather he seemed gentle, like his daddeh.


“Huwwo Bwuubewwy! Babbeh am Avocado!”

Blueberry hesitated. He looked down at the ground, as he quietly whispered, “H-huwwo Avo.”

Sensing his timidness, Avo had an idea. He said to the blue foal, “Fowwow babbeh!”

“Bu-bu Bwubewwy am scawed.”

“Nu wowwies, Bwuubewwy!

Avo turned his back on Blueberry, and wagged his tail, as he said “Howd da taiw!”

Blueberry, being in Avo’s class, remembered this lesson. Bringing his mouth to Avo’s tail, he let our green foal guide him to a set of building blocks, which were made for his size. Upon reaching the blocks, Avo then asked Blueberry, “Fwen eba pway wif bwockies?”

Blueberry shook his head.

Avocado smiled, as he then said, “Babbeh wiww show fwen how pway wif bwockies!”


It is the end of the day. As the dim glow of dusk bathed East Side Daycare, the various owners who sent their fluffies for the Morning shift were coming to collect their foals. There were also a few who were sending their foals and fluffies for their evening class, these fluffies usually belonging to various professionals that worked the night shift and had some nocturnal fluffies.

“Bye bye mummah!“

“Bye bye fwens!”

The Auburn rewarding good foals with treats (Artist:Carpdime)
The old man had come to collect Avocado from the daycare. However, while the other foals had been dismissed, the Auburn wanted to speak to the old man.

“I must say. I am genuinely surprised by Avocado.”

“Oh, and why is that?”

“In our classes, we have to teach fluffies to differentiate living things, or ‘fwens’ and ‘munstahs’, from non-living things. Most foals take months to be able to understand this idea, but Avo seems to grasp the concept quicker than others.”

The old man chuckled, remembering the incident with the RC car.

“Also, I’m surprised that Avocado knew his alphabet.”

“Well, my son played the MLF Alphabet singalong to him when he was staying with him.”

The Auburn raised her eyebrow at that remark.

“That’s even more surprising. Even with training, a lot of foals tend to forget the Fluffy alphabet and can only remember the first ten letters. Avo here was able to remember all the letters, even W.”

“So, what are you saying?”

The Auburn looked at Avocado. For his good behaviour, as well as his outsnatdning performance, the Auburn gave him a packet drink, as well as some treats.

Foal with packet drink (Artist:Waggytail)

“I don’t know. It’s too early to tell, but I do find him a little remarkable.”

As she said this, Avo had finished his drink. Upon placing the drink down, he noticed the old man and, in enthusiasm, called out to him.



“So how was your first day at school, Avo?”

Avo was now back at home. He had finished his dinner not too long ago. He was seated on the lap of the old man, who was relaxing on a large leather couch.

“Oh gwanpa, Avo had wots and wots of fun! Avo pway baww, pway wif Bwuubewwy, had sweepie times, and had sketties!”

“That’s nice and all Avo, but did you learn anything?”

“Ummm…. Weww….. Canddee tawk about aww da many type of animaw fwens. Wike, guud bois, biwdy fwens and meowie fwens!”

“I see. What else did Candy talk about?”

Avo rubbed his forehead a bit. Then, he remembered something.

“Mummah Candee say, wen fwuffy wawk on cwossing, wook weff’, den wight, then hold da taiw in fwont of fwuffy!”

Ah yes, road safety. The old man figured that Avocado was learning about basic road safety.

“That’s right Avo. But do you just cross on any part of the road, Avo?”

“Nuu, gwandaddeh! Thewe am speshul pwace. Wike, got speshul wines. Oso, dewe be bwightie pwace wif tuu daddehs!

Ib red daddeh, fwuffy nu wawkies! But, if gween daddeh shinies, fwuffy can hab wawkies!”

The grandfather smiled, as he nodded his head.

“That’s right Avo. You don’t cross any part of the road, you look for the one with the green man and the red man. And you only cross the road when the green man is shining.”

As he says this, the old man uses his two fingers, and ruffles up Avo’s main with glee, as he cheerfully remarks, “You’re a smart little fluffy, arent’cha?”

Avo, amused by the ticklish effect of the gesture, giggled and said “Dat tickwes, gwandaddeh!”

The old man smiles. He then remembers something.

“Oh Avo, do you remember daddy?”

Avo’s face lits up. But then, remembering that his owner had to go to school, he sighs a bit.

“Babbeh wuv daddeh! Bu’, daddeh hab to go to skool.”

“Well Avo, you’re in luck. Daddy’s hewe!”

Avo’s raised an eyebrow, as he looked quizzically at his grandfather.

In response, the old man brought out a tablet PC. With one press of the button, Avo could see a picture of his daddeh on the screen of the tablet PC.

However, it was not a picture, it was a video.

“Hey Avo.”

Avocado’s face lit up. For the first time in a few days, he finally got to see his true owner again.


The old man then placed Avo and the tablet PC on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Setting up a support for the tablet PC, Avo waddled up to it. He started to prance up and down, gleeful at the sight of his daddeh again.

“Daddeh! Babbeh miss daddeh wots and wots!”

“So, Avo, I heard you had your first day at school today?”


And so Avo told everything about his first day of school. Though separated by thousands of miles, the power of technology allowed the young man and his fluffy to remain connected, despite their respective academic obligations.

“I’m happy your first day went well, Avo. Now remember, you gotta study hard! There’s a lot to learn at school!”

“Yus daddeh!”

“Remember to listen to your teacher! And to Candy as well – she sounds just like your mummah!”

Avo nodded, as he proudly said “Avo wiww do babbehs bestest at skool!”

Getting ready to end the call, the young man smiles, as he then says “Well Avo, daddeh needs to go to bed now. You take care, okay?”


In a gesture of longing, Avo walks up to tablet, and attempts to hug the screen.

“Babbeh miss yiu,” says Avo, as he kissed the figure of his father figure on the screen.

A streak of wetness flows the right eye of the young man, as he smiles.

“I miss you too Avo. Goodnight.”

As the call concluded, the young man looks pensively at his notes. He did not feel comfortable telling Avo that Candy was just like Avo’s mother, as he knew full well that Avo may have never had a mother, being from a foalcan. But he remembered the story he told Avo before.

Whatever the case, Avo was going to do his best at school. And perhaps he should too.

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The Piano Pact (Drac's Ascension Part 11 & 12)

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Part 12 was added because I released part 11 on accident a little while ago, just wanted to give those that already read part 11, part 12 too! :)
After Drac played Contra and a collection of other NES games for a while, he checked his phone.
"Damn, I'm sorry, Rex, time is slipping away from me here. I gotta get going."
"Ah, come on, we're just getting started," Rex groaned.
"We've been playing for an hour."
"Exactly, gotta go at least two."
Drac sighed as he looked over at Rex. His goofy smile and glowing eyes behind his thick-lensed glasses made Drac crack up.
"I'm sorry I can't stay here much longer. I really oughta meet with Nika."
"You about to pop in on her too?"
Drac smirked. "Nah, I'm gonna give her a call."
"But you didn't call me?"
"You had nothing going on."
"You didn't know that."
Drac rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna give her a call outside," he got up from his seat and went into the alley behind the strip mall. The only light came from the back of buildings with industrial bulbs. There was no one around except someone taking out the trash. Lighting up a cigarette, he dialed Nika. The phone kept ringing to a point where Drac thought he was about to reach voicemail, but she picked up.
"Whatcha need?" Nika said.
"Dinner. Wanna get some?"
"Something wrong?"
Drac chuckled. "No, not at all. Just wanna see you and talk about some things."
"A phone call doesn't suffice?"
"What the matter with you, got a date?"
"I'm just breaking your balls, relax, will ya? Meet you at Ocean Prime. Can you be there in an hour?"
"Uh yeah, I'm leaving from Rex's, so I should be there soon."
"You were just at Rex's? Shit, something happened, huh?" Nika said, Drac could hear her lips curving upward.
"No. Maybe. We'll talk."
"Alright, I need to finish up this drink, see you soon," Nika hung up before Drac was able to ask where she was at.
He finished smoking his cigarette and said goodbye to Rex. Getting back in his car, he headed towards downtown Indianapolis.
The restaurant was dimly lit with large glass cubes emitting dark yellow light. Polished rosewood comprised the interior with black cushioned chairs and booths. There was a crowd of people waiting to get a table as Drac came in to talk to the host.
"Drac, it's good to see you. Glad to see you're dining with us tonight. How many?"
"It's just Nika and me, thank you," Drac smiled.
"Right this way, sir," the host turned around, and as they departed, people around them glared and whispered to each other. The host escorted Drac to a tucked-away corner of the restaurant arriving at a rounded booth with its own shutters for extra privacy.
"Your server will be with you shortly," the host said, and he returned back to his post.
Without waiting long, a server came up to Drac's table.
"Mr. Drac, a pleasure to serve you, how are you this fine evening?"
"Stupendous. I'll take two zombies. Thanks."
"You got it," the server slipped away.
Drac felt a firm pat on his shoulder. "Get up, ya clown. Lemme hug ya."
He grinned and stood up to hug Nika, an athletic demon with high-cheek bones and a rounded chin, wearing a dark purple dress. They both sat at the booth that could seat at least five more.
"How was Chicago? Shitty, crowded, and pretentious?" Nika smirked.
"I actually want to live there."
Nika grinned. "Funny. Where's the server? I need a drink."
"I'm serious, Nika, I think I want to move our operation to Chicago, and I'd want you and Rex to come with me."
"I've been here like five minutes already, and the server is nonexistent. I need something strong."
"Relax, I ordered you a zombie," Drac eye-rolled.
"And what do you expect me to thank you? That's the least you could do when you're in the middle of telling me this shit. You couldn't wait to tell me until the server dropped off the drink?"
"You're someone who likes to cut to the chase. I'm sorry, I didn't think it would hit you this hard."
"It's not hitting me hard," Nika scoffed. "It's just a lot to take in," she furrowed her brow and tapped the table with her long red nails. "See? I knew this would be a disaster of a dinner. There was something in the tone of your voice over the phone, you bastard."
"It's not a disaster. We're just talking here, wanted to get your input on things. You and Rex mean a lot to me, and I don't know if I'd go if I knew you two weren't coming."
The server came by and dropped off two zombie cocktails.
"We're going to take a while to order, thank you," Nika dismissed, and he bowed his head as he spun away. "Thank the Dark Lord this cocktail's here," Nika gulped a mouthful.
Drac explained what happened in the meeting with Marcia and how all of her knights had been killed.
"Yeah fuck that, I have no interest in going. Not to mention, Tyrannus?" Nika shuddered. "He's always given me the creeps. Wouldn't want to work with him closely."
"You wouldn't. We'd be working under Marcia, she'll keep him in check. Don't have to worry about a thing."
Nika frowned. "I still don't understand how you're actually considering this. Demon outfits in the US are impressed we've gotten by with only three knights. We're not bringing in the blood like we used to, but we're rolling in the money. You really want to leave that?"
"Chicago is even more money, even if you do a bad job. I've also heard about their blood numbers, and they're getting a lot of business. It's more dangerous, but it's more notoriety. We could have seats at the big kid's table. Demons look at us and think we're minor league-ers. We've got a chance at making history."
"I don't know, the business with El Lujo, my nightclub, and some of my other rental properties, I'm doing tremendous. Business has been booming for me. People are eating up all these expensive rates," Nika chuckled. "The guy supply I feel like might be a little dried up around here. It's been a while since I've had a worthwhile date," Nika took a swig of her zombie and wiped the corner of her lip.
"There's plenty of guys in Chicago."
"No duh."
"There's another thing I wanted to bring up," Drac took a sip of his zombie. "I'm going to need the presidential suite this Saturday for someone coming into town."
Nika's brow arched as high as it could go. "Who on earth are you having over?"
"You don't need to know."
"I kind of do because it's booked. You can't just lay this information on me last second."
"Who do you have staying there?"
"You don't need to know," Nika mocked Drac with a deep voice.
He smirked with amusement. "They're coming from Chicago."
"Marcia?" Nika guessed like a game show answer, grinning from ear-to-ear.
"Ooo is it, Abbadonna?"
"Alright, that's enough of that. You've had your fun," Drac shook his head, and Nika giggled.
"It's just someone important to me, and I want them to stay and have a nice time. Sorry, I didn't have more notice, this was a little bit of a last-minute thing. Perhaps I can offer my place for you?"
"Your downtown skyrise?" Nika's jaw dropped. "You're really about to offer your place for my guest to stay?"
"Like I said, this person is important to me."
Nika thought about it for a moment. "I mean, I have a loft downtown here, I guess they can just come stay with me if I sleep on the couch," she sighed. "You owe me one though."
"Don't bother turning in blood next week, how about that?"
"Damn. This person really does mean a lot to you. Hey, if you insist. I'll happily take that deal," Nika shook Drac's hand across the table, and they continued to drink their cocktails.
"Just promise me you'll think about Chicago. I think I'm going to help out Marcia and see what happens from there."
With a deep, heavy exhale, Nika nodded. "Alright, you have my word. I'll think about it, prick," she smirked.
Tyrannus sat in his tinted, parked Cadillac, smoking cigarette after cigarette. No radio, music, or sound in the vehicle. His attention was fixed half a block away at a building.
"I have to thank you for your bravery and loyalty. Many other demons would cower at the idea to do what you're doing."
Tyrannus turned to the passenger seat and grinned at Fenny, puffing on a stale cigar.
"It's all to avenge your honor," Tyrannus grinned as he pulled out a pouch of blood and took a sip.
"But I have to say I'm also a little disappointed in you," Fenny shrugged.
Tyrannus gaped and couldn't bear to meet his gaze.
"Don't you want to know why? Or is it already obvious?"
"Shut up!" Tyrannus screamed.
"You do realize you're doing something worse, right? Drac only killed me. You're out here murdering four other knights."
"I didn't lay a finger on them!" Tyrannus roared, shaking the steering wheel, so close to popping it off. "They died because they aren't strong enough to take on a couple of demon hunters! That's not my fault!"
"You seem pretty defensive," Fenny snickered, sinking further down the seat, resting his legs on the expansive dashboard. "Because you tipped them off... but killing Drac is just one way to start making up for what you've done. If you hadn't let your other companions die, I'd say these two wrongs make a right, but you're so deeply in debt to the ghosts of your fellow knights you're ruined. And it's tragic to see too, you were my favorite Chicago knight. I should've moved out your way and started from the bottom. Hell, I'd probably still be alive, because even though you'd sell me out, I'd kill those demon hunters," Fenny put his hands behind his head. "And then I'd probably kill you after I found out."
"Enough!" Tyrannus barked as he smashed his fist on the passenger seat, but nothing was there. He tapped the cushion and rubbed the bottom, exhaling a deep, relieved breath.
"Keep your eyes forward, you dumb bastard," Fenny said from the backseat.
Tyrannus stared forward at the building he had kept his eyes on all night, and saw Drac walking outside with Nika next to him. They were wearing winter coats as they chatted outside for a moment, moderate foot traffic passing by.
"That's the next roadblock in your path to becoming the king of Chicago."
"Should I dust Nika?" Tyrannus' lower lip quivered as he pressed his car on.
"Nah, I wouldn't do that... Yet. Let's take our time. Gotta stalk the prey. You can't just go in on a murderous spree. Don't worry, Tyranny, you'll get there. Just gotta be patient."
"I'm tired of waiting!" Tyrannus punched the wheel with his right first, nearly denting it.
"Relax, take a deep breath, hell, meditate for all I care but trust me, you don't want to be flooded when you're driving. When you feel ready, follow Drac."

Part 12
When morning broke in through the tall curtains of the massive guest room, Catherine had rushed out of bed. Peeling back the double doors, she sprinted down the vast echoey hall adorned with armor and swords, showcased like a museum. At the end of the hall, she pushed open another set of two thick wooden doors. Sunlight came in through the white curtains, giving a diffused glow. Inside, Lawrence was attached to the strands of medical equipment, his eyes were opened slits.
"Lawrence! How are you?" Catherine ran by his side.
"I've been better," he chuckled. His voice was frayed, distorted with gravel, but it contained his humor and charm.
"I'm so glad to see that you're awake, I've been thinking about you all night."
"Don't worry about me, I'll be okay. Could've been a lot worse."
Catherine grabbed his hand. "Which is why I'm worried. Worried about you and everything else, even our careers... Hannah too."
"Oh no, did you tell Hannah?"
"No, I don't know what to do. I don't want to worry her. School is coming to a close for the semester, and I wanted to see how you were doing first."
“We shouldn’t tell her. You know her, she's got a fiery passion about things. I could see Hannah scolding at us to retire, or maybe worse, seeking revenge."
"But what if she wants to see you or visit? What are we going to tell her?"
"That I hurt my leg, she doesn't need to know the details. Besides, I've got the best doctors working on me. This might all be gone as if nothing happened. See?" Lawrence moved his left leg up but yelped.
"Lawrence! You have to rest and take time to heal. Yes, the doctors you have are important, but keep in mind it's all about how your body heals."
"You're right, I'm sorry," he groaned and heaved out an exhale. “Like I said, I think it's best to keep this under wraps from Hannah."
Hannah drove from Northwestern's campus to Florence, Indiana, a place she once called home. Going into town for the first time in a year felt so foreign even though it was precisely the same. A couple of roads improved from construction, and a new business was opening in a strip mall, but aside from that, it was the same, but it felt so different. Why was that?
Pulling into Melanie's driveway, she texted her friend and rushed up to the house, gleefully knocking. Mrs. Sato answered the door, and the two of them shared a hug and an excited: "Hello! It's been so long!"
"How have you been enjoying Northwestern? That's so amazing you go to school there," Mrs. Sato said.
"It's going great, just playing a lot of piano as I'm sure you can imagine," Hannah laughed.
"Melanie says the same about Indiana. Crazy to imagine the two of you were just playing together in high school a year ago. Anyways, she's dying to see you, go on up to her bedroom, I'll stop talking your ear off."
"That's okay, you can talk as much as you'd like, but if you insist, I'll go up to Melanie's room," Hannah walked up the steps in front of the house's entrance, she was confused for a moment which room was hers, since there were five other closed doors, but she remembered it was the one, second on the left. Right? She knocked on the door, and it swung open. Melanie wrapped her arms around Hannah.
"You're here! I'm so glad we're doing this, please come in!"
Hannah swiveled back-and-forth in control with her foot while leaning back in the desk chair. Melanie reclined on a massive bean bag.
"It can be tough sometimes," Hannah said. "A lot of the kids that go to Northwestern come from rich families from all over. Many of them in my program have these insane opportunities lined up, and I'm over here without any connections to the music industry or anything. I feel like I'm just trying to rub two sticks together while everyone else on campus is walking around with a flamethrower," Hannah said. "I don't know, sometimes I debate my career path and if it's something I really wanna pursue."
"Yeah," Melanie sighed. "Indiana is kinda like that too, but it's not overwhelming. There are some down to earth people who are pretty cool. One of them is planning on coming to the party tomorrow at the El Lujo... Which I still can't believe you got for a Saturday night."
"It's El Lujo, you don't have to put 'the' in front of it," Hannah snickered. "But yeah, thought it would be fun."
"How did you hook that up? Do you know someone? Or did you really just fork over that kind of money?"
Hannah debated how much she should reveal.
"C'mon, spill it," Melanie encouraged.
Hannah told Melanie what happened after Drac and Fenny came to her house one night.
"Wait, so that hotel is owned by demons or something?" Melanie sat up straight.
"Uh, I'm not really sure, but trust me, it's okay, Drac is a-"
"Hannah, I don't know how I feel about this. After what I experienced with that, I don't know if I want to be put in danger again. They could easily be setting up a trap."
"Melanie, we're fine," Hannah said through half-closed irritated eyes. "They're not setting up a trap. It'll be a good time, they'll have alcohol there for us! Some of the finest wine. Tell your mom you're going in case you're worried about something happening."
"I don't know, I'm going to have to think about this."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't've even told you. It's not going to be a big deal. It'll be a blast, plus the pool there is incredible. You, me, and our friends will be treated like royalty who are 21!" Hannah had an infectious smile.
Melanie imagined how much fun it would be, her crush from high school was also going to be joining them for the party, and she had been daydreaming of having a sultry conversation with him in one of the rooms in the presidential suite.
"I mean, I guess it's too late to cancel now," Melanie said with flat lips, but then they curled up.
Tyrannus sat in his car, watching the other corner of the street where Drac came striding out of a staircase, pacing down the sidewalk. Tyrannus kept the vehicle at a smooth creep, a block away from him. There was enough traffic that allowed his snail's pace to appear inconspicuous. Once he saw Drac enter the Capital Grille, Tyrannus surveyed the restaurant from his car. Not being able to see too much through the tall narrow glass from the outside, he punched the wheel and parked up the block.
"Have you ever heard the expression, a cooler head always prevails?" a sly voice from the passenger's seat said, followed up with a snicker.
"Shut the fuck up!" Tyrannus snarled, darting his eyes at the grinning Fenny.
"Take a deep breath or twelve. Seriously, hone in your focus. He might be in there for two minutes or a while."
Tyrannus inhaled a long breath and released it through a slow exhale. Fixing his attention back to the building, watching small groups of people file in and out every few minutes.
Drac was sitting at a booth in the middle of the restaurant, surrounded by other crowded tables. The chatter from the guests wasn't too loud over the gentle live piano.
Hannah came in wearing a blue dress and a wide smile.
"Hey, Drac, how are you?" Hannah beamed, sliding into the booth after they greeted each other with a hug.
"Been doing okay. But that's already too much about me. How are you? How's Northwestern treating you?"
Hannah told him about everything she had told Melanie.
"But one thing I'm concerned about is what going to happen after I graduate. Like, all of the kids I go to school with have connections to people in the industry or are they going into education, which is something I'm not sure I really want to do, or others go into performing in an orchestra," Hannah added.
"And none of those other things appeal to you?"
"Well, they do. It's just, I won't be making that much money for a while. I'm scared of graduating and failing. I don't want to be like that guy playing at the Capital Grille."
Drac turned around in his seat and observed the lone piano player, hardly anyone paying attention. "Hannah, don't say that. Besides, that guy's not a failure. He makes good money. How could you possibly fail? I saw your talents live, you could be a studio musician or be a piano player for a famous band or something. Or go on one of those talent shows and get a record deal."
"But the talents will run out at some point," Hannah frowned.
Drac thought of what to say next with care but didn't break eye contact with Hannah. "You know, I bet if you were to perform a show at the Red River, you could headline it and come close to selling out. People in the area know you, they would love to come out and support you. You have a popular YouTube page. You could tour the country playing your songs."
"And just do that forever on an endless loop? The same songs every night? Every tour? It'd drive me nuts, I might even consider trading my soul at that point."
"Oh, Hannah, don't say that. What else would you want to do? I thought piano was your passion?"
"Ugh," she sighed. "It is, but I'm just so worried about the future, it's so uncertain to me. Part of me even thinks about going into demon-hunting sometimes... not to make you feel uncomfortable or anything, but it's just my parents were able to make a good living off it and provide me with everything. I think I could learn a lot from them and be good at it, rise up the ranks, and... What's up with that look on your face?"
"In case you've forgotten, I'm still a demon."
"Well yeah, but I wouldn't go after you."
"Demons and humans are cut from similar cloths. We have an innate drive to become the best we can. A need for greatness."
Hannah flinched. "I thought you were satisfied with just being in Indianapolis? I would steer clear from you."
"But you don't understand, it's a dangerous profession."
"My parents have been fine," Hannah grinned as if she just delivered a witty quip.
"They're hiding things from you if they say they've never injured themselves or haven't had close calls," Drac tilted his chin down, with a stern stare.
"Geeze, you're starting to sound like one of my parents," Hannah eye-rolled.
Drac touched Hannah's hand on the table for a brief moment. "Trust me, it's a dangerous life, you don't want to do that. Performing piano is incredible, brave, and exciting. I'm sure if you asked your parents, they would say they wished they never followed that path.
Hannah gazed back at Drac and nodded.
"You're an old enough girl, but you're not an adult yet," Drac added. "Once you hit 25, that's around the time your brain finishes developing. But I know I can't sway you one way or another, but trust me, I know these things. Just think about it with some serious consideration of the dangers, will you? Please?"
"Of course."
"Thank you."
"By the way, did you really mean it when you said I could play at the Red River if I wanted to?"
"Of course I did," Drac smiled. "Whenever you want, my doors are open."

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