'The Story That Lasted Thirty-One Days'

There was a faint whisper in his head and suddenly, he was alone, just him and a voice he'd heard but once and never forgotten and found himself in place others had forgotten.

They began to converse.

"I know this place."

"Yes, this is the prison you trapped me in, it's a dark and lonely hell."

As she spoke it was the first time in over two hundred years, he's felt afraid, but this time he was in control. He was ashamed, he felt some compassion for her, but then he was after all a good man and witnessing others suffer was not a pleasure.

"Almanac, she pleaded, you must set me free from this eternal agony."

He felt compelled to reply.

"Why would I free you to feast upon my kind, do you think I am out of my mind?"

"You think I'm evil, feasting upon your people, do you feel the same compassion when you feast on defenceless animals?"

"No that's not the same, but from somewhere deep inside he knew what he said was a lie and so did she."

"You forget, I have been inside your head I knew then that you had a good heart and was already making plans for you to remain by my side forever, as my moral compass, but that bitch Halloween took you from me."

She felt him pulling away, the mention of her name returned him to the melee, he had more important issues, the Vampire Queen and her pleading could wait till later.

He looked at Halloween, who now wielded a proboscis in one hand and the Weir Wolf's blade in another, she looked invincible as she cut her way through blood and bone toward the doorway.

Even in the thick of battle, she'd sensed his momentary absence and return and looking in his eyes, she asked.

"What's kept you, the parties already started?"

He smiled and jumped ahead of her, to cut the spinney swishing trunk from a Snozzle and used it to beat it, sinking its spines deep into its skull and then ripped a gaping hole in its head, exposing its tiny brain.

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