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I was back in my usual wear, hair and all, still standing above all the creatures of both night and dark, with the exception of my guest. It was my task to begin the third, final, and longest part of this---once was---funeral, with the help of the witches, wizards, and a few strong selected wiccans. It would me the most enjoyable of the three parts. I look around at everyone as I proceed to move my left hand as the conductor of an orchestra on a song beginning with short choppy movements. Soon after I move my right hand upward, as to say crescendo. The witches, wizards, and wiccans took to the sky on their temporary brooms. I kept conducting waving my arms wider and pointing this way and that to show them where they should go. I kept this up until they were higher than I and flying at light speed above the entire city. “Fly al ye, fly high above the sky! Make every day for the past month be night! Let this city fall back to the past, the past to where My Son Gargilre Ferdinand Ectmech at his happiest! Fly witches, wizards, and wiccans ‘til your brooms fade out and all you do is hover in the sky! Keep to this sky ‘til then, and I assure you that I shall do the rest!”

  They kept to flying, and I kept to conducting to one point where I let thunder clap to the sky and frighten the sun completely and welcoming the moon. The witches, wiccans, and wizards stop and hover as the last bit of their brooms meld into the sky and atmosphere, as I slowly begin my decent over the crowd and to the ground. I walk through the air into the main section of the city and stand in the air seventy-five feet above the ground. I look around at the city as it is once last moment before slowly descending to the ground completely, stopping when I am only one step from it. I turn back to the eager, awaiting crowd, anticipation and hunger for a world of creatures of night and dark to run free shown in their eyes. I smile. “Tonight!” my voice echoed across the silent eager crowd. I step higher into the air, ‘til I am to fifty feet. “Tonight you all shall roam this city as if it were in the sixteenth century, which, for the next month, it shall be! You shall roam this town as your own with no fear a persecution! You shall roam and see all the places My Son loved to go! You shall take this time to remember all the swell times you had of him and be rid of any pain and remorse you may still feel! You have danced away most! Now!” I pause for dramatic effect. “You shall live away and bask in the rest!” I open my arms upward, as I let myself fall to the ground, stop inches before hitting it, and step down onto the ground changing it from a twenty-first century city into a sixteenth century town.

  They run. They charge out into the town to relieve their days in this time period. They scurry out and disperse ‘til only Boy Lex, Annoyance Stennex, Miss Remembrance, and Melarvious are left standing at the other end of the lane. I smile and walk over to them. “Well, what would you all enjoy to do? It shall be like this for a month.”

  Miss Remembrance only stands their turning in small circles in one place. “Whoa!” She whispers. “This is,” she pause for a moment trying to find the right word.

  “Phenomenal?” I assist.

  She shakes her head.

  “Cool?” Melarvious helps.

  “Far out?” Lex aids.

  We all look at him, then back at Miss Remembrance.

  Stennex steps up to her and whispers into her ear. “Supernatural? Wicked?”

  “Yes!” She squeaks.

  “Which one?” All but Stennex asks.

  “Both! This is so supernaturally wicked!” She proceeds to lift up and skirts of her dress and skip around all of us. “This is so cool! I cannot believe you were able to do this Dark and Handsome.” She stops and looks at me. “Are we really back in the fifteen hundreds?”

  “Yes, Miss Remembrance, we are, and shall be for thirty days.”

  “You’re wrong Sucky-Ducky. It’s for a hundred and twenty days.”

  I look at Melarvious. “How so?”

  She rolls her eyes and places her hands on her hips. “Sucky-Ducky, did you really forget about how three months equals one month in Sweetie Ferdin’s eyes?”

  I smack my forehead, palm outward, and laugh. “How could I forget? The man believed that there were four months each year,-”

  “-a month for each season,” all of us, but Miss Remembrance and Boy Lex say. The three of us laugh.

  “It was amazing that my wack-job of a brother-in-law was able to remember any holidays or birthdays the way is mind worked.” By this time we were walking among the creatures. “He remembered some just so long as they were at the beginning of his month.

  I laugh. “He did have a system Annoyance Stennex.”

  “More like we had made a system for him and taught it to him.” Melarvious corrects.

  The three of us laugh, while the two newest members wear the most puzzling looks that I have seen in the longest time. I look back at them and smile. “You shall understand before the month is over with.

  Annoyance Stennex and Melarvious laugh at our little joke.

  “Dark and Handsome, do you mind if this guy and I go out on our own? It seems like you three are enjoying your time strolling down memory lane.”

  “I apologize Miss Remembrance. Stay with us though. It shall be less confusing that way. Not all creatures here will give up time to speak and explain on all that went on during this time in Ectmech’s life. At least with us, you know that you shall be able to get a brief description of what we speak of.”

  “Ducky!” Melarvious squeals.

  I turn. “Yes, Melarvious?”

  “Look! It’s the Forbidden Shamrock!” She looks back at me. “Can we go in? Please Ducky? Please?”

  I look at her. “Melarvious, do you not remember who all used to go there?”

  “McGregor, Shamus, Gregory, and Perky. What is wrong with seeing them again?”

  I pretend to ponder a moment before saying, “Absolutely nothing Melarvious. In fact, those four slip-ups are such fine storytellers that the two young ones brains will be aching with information before the first night is through.”

  Melarvious dashes across the cobblestone road with Annoyance, and I close behind. Before Melarvious bursts through the swinging doors, she transforms her black corset dress into a strapless velvet green floor length dress and changes into a freckle faced redhead. She puts on a serious face shoves the two swinging doors out of her way. “Alright! Which one of ye lazy little layabouts is responsible fer ma cattle and half meh heard of sheep fer missin’?!”

  Stennex transforms into a velvet green tux and changes into a freckle faced redhead as well and runs in after her. “Melarvy, stop all this fussin’. I am tellin’ ye that tis was not a squanderer that stole’em. Twas another one of them dark creatures.”

  I laugh to myself as those two reenact the moment we met four special bums.

  “Dark and Handsome, what’s going on?”

  I look down at Miss Remembrance and smile. “You shall soon see.”

  “Don’t be a lyin’ to meh Stennex. I know it was one of these good fer nothin’ drunkards! I just wanna’ know who!” She turns her head scanning about the room and stop once she spots a specific table. “You four!”

  They look from their mugs to gawp at Melarvious. They point to themselves.

  “Yes, ye four, do ye know what has happened to meh animals?”

  The one farthest left shakes his head. “Sorry ma’am, we know nothin’ of your missin’ animals.”

  Melarvious sniffs the air then growls. “Yer lyin! I can smell their blood on ye!” She begins to stomp towards them as I transform into a navy blue velvet suit and top hat and made an old cane of mine appear.

  I step through the swinging doors. “Good evening all!” I stop and spot Melarvious in mid-stomp. “Melarvious? What are you doing here? I thought you were tending to the sheep and cattle as you always do around this time of night.”

  She turns towards me, a growl set upon her lip. “I was until I noticed half of them were missin from the sheep and all ma cattle was gone. I came here fer some answers, and I did.” She points to the four behind her. “The answer is that these four drunkards drank their blood!”

  “How do ye know that tis not be human blood upon us that ye smell?” The one in the middle right smirks.

  “I know for there be no humans within a full day’s walk of this town! ’Tis has nothing more than creatures hear and the humans fear that! We out number them in this part of the country and dare not bother us.” She steps over and slams her hands down onto the table. “You four owe me a hundred and fifty shillin’s,” She snarls.

  “What?!” All four say. “Are ye daft, wumman?”

  “Nay, I nae be daft, but madder than Satan after God plants and icebox under arse. A mortal man a few towns over was willing to pay me that much fer meh entire herd and cattle and you ate far near all of’em. I want ma’ shillin’s!” She punches the table along with each word in her final sentence.

  The four man look at one another then back at her. “Ye say that this man was a mortal, aye?”  The middle left speaks.

  “Aye, he be mortal. He was one of the few courageous enough to dare come to these parts fer some fare lookin’ cattle and sheep.”

  The one on the far right laughs. “And what were ye going to do when he gave you the shillin’s? Suck him and his family dry?”

  The whole pub of drunks began laughing at that.

  “I was nae!” She yells. “I was nae! I don’t drink human blood and all ye gewd fer nothin drunkards and loafers be knowin’ that.”

  They only keep laughing.

  “Silence!”

  They do as I say and look at me with confused and scared expressions both.

  I look over at the four that have caused all this. “Now, I believe you four owe my dear friend an apology. Is that not correct?”

  They look from me, to Melarvious, to Annoyance who has done nothin but flirt with the women in here, themselves, than back at me and smile. “Dark One!” They yell. “It is gewd to finally meet ye again after all this time. We were beginnin’ we’d never see ye again.”

  I look at the four of them. “And who might you all be?”

  The one on the far right stands. “I be McGregor O’Donnell.”

  “Shamus Sham,” the one in the middle right squeaks.

  The middle left. “Gregory O’Donnell, the eldest of the goof ball at the other end of the table.”

  “By a few messleh minutes, Ma’ even said so!”

  He looks to the far right boy. “Stop Yer whinnin’ ye big babeh!”

  The one on the far left intercedes and says, “I be Perky Sham, twin to the scrawny boy with the pale yelleh hair. Ye met all of us the last time you helped Ectmech out of a bit of a tight one.”

  I smile. “Ah, now I remember.” I tilt my head. “Why exactly did you feast upon almost all of my friends animals?”

  “Simple,” they all say. “Shamus has quite the fondness for your short tempered fire haired friend.”

  “I do not!” The pale haired boy squawks.

  “Do nae deny it Shamus. Just be admittin’ now so we can all get on with our lives.”

  His brother stays silent.

  He sighs and continues. “Ye see, Shamus, what with his fondness and all fer ye friend, was buggin’ us about how much he wanted to meet her again. So when we saw her a few nights back, we decided to do somethin’ that would surely get her attention. So we drank the blood from most her animals.” Sir Perky grins as if he were the smartest man upon this earth.

  I only shake my head and laugh. “Alright you two, you may enter now. The reenactment is over!”

  Everyone cheers and applauds as Melarvious, Annoyance, and I take our seats across from four old bums, knowing the rest of our little group was close behind.

  “So old Dark One,” Sir Gregory chirps, as the place dies down and the individual tables go back to their conversations that had gone on before we entered. “How has these past centuries been treatin’ a creature such as yerself?”

  “The same as the always have Sir Gregory.” I smile. “By the way, does Shamus still actually have a fondness for Melarvious?”

  “No!” Shamus squawks.

  We all laugh.

  “Still ain’t hit puberty, yet I see,” Annoyance smiles. “It was always so funny to get this boy worked up,” He says both pointing at Shamus and looking at the boy and Miss Remembrance. “He squeaks and squawks like a teenage boy just hitting puberty, and he’s, what? Three? Four? Five?”

  “Four hundred and forty-three years come a weeks time.” Sir Gregory leans over the table to us. “Me and the young one have been ponderin’ a bit on throwin’ these two geezers a bit of a surprise bash. You want in?”

  “We shall come Gregory, but we shall not be of any part of your usual shenanigans.”

  He crinkles his nose. “Ye was always a stick in the mud Dark One.” He turns his head. “What you be sayin’ Stennex? Are ye in?”

  The Annoyance grins. “You know I’m in.”

  “Alright then,” Gregory sits back down. “So what have the rest of ye been up teh?”

  “Why do they call you Perky?”

  Everyone looks toward Miss Remembrance and her slip-of-the-tongue question.

  Perky points to her. “Who be this little beauty right here?”

  “This is Miss Remembrance. She is an acquaintance of mine, and the gargoyle is a friend of Melarvious.”

  Miss Remembrance holds out her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

  Perky takes her hand, turns in to expose her palm, kiss it, her wrist, and part way up her arm. “Believe me Miss Remembrance, the pleasure surely is mine.”

  I look to Miss Remembrance and see her turning a fair shade of crimson as she slowly pulls her hand back. “So why do they call you Perky?”

  The bums, Annoyance, Melarvious and I all laugh at her reaction. “Looks as if you have still got it Perky.”

  He smiles. “Aye Dark One, I surely do.” He looks over to Miss Remembrance. “And lassie, Perky is nae just a name they call me by. Perky is ma birth name.”

  “Why did they name you Perky?”

  He smiles. “Shamus and mine’s parents name meh Perky for the fact that when I was born, there was a certain part of my tiny body that was both not so tiny and very, very,” he pause for a slight moment, “perky.”

  “Oh…” She blushes more.

  “Perky, stop it before you make the poor girl lust after you.”

  “Oh, come now Gregory. Do ye have teh ruin all the fun?”

Annoyance, Melarvious, and I all walk out of Forbidden Shamrock laughing as Miss Remembrance and Boy Lex exit rubbing their heads. I look over to Melarvious. “Did I not tell you that their heads would be aching from all the information that would be spilled from the bums lips?”

  Melarvious laughs as Miss Remembrance intersects, “Why do you keep calling them bums? They seemed alright to me.”

  I laugh. “Trust me Miss Remembrance, they may look nice and well dressed now, but when this truly happened they were filthy, disgusting, lazy, good for nothing panhandlers that would rather depend on someone else than themselves for a living.”

  “But they seem so nice,” Miss Remembrance pouts.

  “True, but even you, Miss Remembrance, should know that looks can be deceiving.” I walk ahead of them all. “I shall meet with you all at a later date, but as for now I crave my solidarity.” I leave them to reminisce without me, as I venture out to find a good feed. I have not craved or hungered for sometime now, but I know that unless I feed soon that I  shall not be able to hold up for this third part of my son’s funeral for more than a week. I am strong and power, indeed, but to maintain my power I must feed, and I know that it shall take a weeks time to get all the nourishment that I need.