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Drakeom’s All Hallows Eve.

Drakeom looked out of the window, and smiled. In the town he could see people carving pumpkins, and putting them outside. He rubbed his hands together in glee. All Hallows Eve was the only night he could have fun without getting into to much trouble. People always thought it was the day that spirits and witches were about; really they were about everyday, but most people didn’t notice. He looked up at the sun and sighed, his fun wasn’t allowed to start till dark. Going from the window he began to rummage about, sorting out plans for the night.

No one else in the castle really partook in Halloween, so Drakeom got all the fun to himself. He changed his hat, coat and scarf for a t-shirt and cloak. To adorn his eyes he wore a masquerade mask. Like a thief he left the castle, and walked to the gatehouse. Silently he chuckled, and looked to the ground where some skulls laid. Letting the magic run through him, he spurred it towards the skulls. Five skeletons rose, their bleached skulls looked at him. To each he gave a bowl each brimmed with treats.
“Go through the town, let the people take the treats,” he ordered. Unquestioningly, the skeletons left to go and comply with his wishes. Then he himself slipped away.

Drakeom entered the town, and saw many a kid running about. Some simply wore sheets, pretending to be ghosts; while others had taken much more time to come as phantoms and demons. He chuckled and looked around. The town folk had set up stalls to celebrate the night. Jingling his coin bag, he wondered where to go to first.

He looked down at the water and all the floating apples.
“So, I just grab an apple in my mouth?”
“Sure. Maybe those vampire fangs will help you.”
“Maybe they will,” he laughed and winked, then dunked his head. He opened his mouth and felt the water rush in. He made a grab at an apple, but missed.
“Not quite,” said the stall keeper. Drakeom made another lunge, and caught an apple in his mouth. Lifting his head from the water, he held the apple firmly in his mouth, his fangs piercing the flesh of the apple. There was a sudden scream, and Drakeom turned to look at where it had come from. Several people ran past him, and he spat out the apple into his hand and laughed. One of the skeletons walked down the street. There were a few kids behind it, occasionally coming up and taking treats.
“Which conjurer came up with that?” he asked.
“I don’t know. A nice touch though,” the stall keeper replied. As it wandered past, Drakeom took a handful of treats.
“Sugar mice, candied fruit and toffees,” he laughed, “Hey Kid!” he shouted to one of the children following the skeleton, “Do you like toffees?” The kid nodded. Drakeom threw the toffees, and the kid caught them,
“Thank you sir,” he yelled as he carried on. Drakeom turned back to the man who ran the apple-bobbing stall, and took a bite out of the apple.
“So what do I win?”

Drakeom walked down the street, his money bag lighter, and another bag half filled with sweets. He smiled as he saw more and more people get confident of the skeletons. Stealing down a side alley, he took out a small bell. Looking left and right, he made sure he was alone, and then let the magic run through him. From the bell came orange and black cloth, quickly this formed into a jesters hat, under the brim of the hat came a white smiling mask, and soon the rest of the jesters black and orange outfit followed.
“The Prankster,” he whispered. The jester giggled then disappeared in a whirl of black and orange. Drakeom came out of the alley and continued his night.

The next time he saw the Prankster, he was in the square. There was a whirl of orange and black and it appeared. It dumped an entire bucket of water over one unsuspecting person, who instantly cried out. The next moment it was running towards a small girl, a new pail in its hands. The girl screamed out as it ran towards her, expecting water, then laughed out as she was covered in white flower petals. The Prankster then disappeared. There was a tap on his shoulder, and he turned to see the Prankster. The next moment he had a cream pie in his face, and he heard the manic giggling as it disappeared. He wiped the cream away and laughed,
“Can someone get me a towel please.”

Drakeom carried on walking, and noticed a few kids who looked like they had been attacked by the Prankster.
“You wanna’ get back at the Prankster?” he asked. They nodded rapidly.
“Ok, here’s what we’ll do.”

The Prankster looked around the corner, and sniggered as he saw more unsuspecting children. He was about to take a step out into the street when there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned and saw the Necromancer, then was drenched by him.

Drakeom ducked, and the children threw the flour at the Prankster. The mischievous jester was covered in white. Suddenly it lunged forwards, grabbed one of the children and disappeared. The laughter instantly dropped from all of their lips.
“George?” one of the boys called out, but there was no reply. All of them ran into the square, and sighed in relief. George was climbing out of a nearby water trough, completely drenched to the skin.
“I’m not doing that again.”

Drakeom sat on a rooftop, away from prying eyes. He sucked on a sugar mouse. The undead didn’t need to feed on normal food, but after his death he found he still had a real sweet tooth, or rather a sweet fang. He sat back, and watched the Prankster jump across the rooftops. The flour had already dried, and was cracking and coming off in flakes. He chuckled to himself. This was the best Halloween he had had in a while. Back in Copenhagen most people were suspicious and no fun at all; this place was practically innocent. They didn’t worry about Necromancers in the night and Blood Mages at dawn. The only thing they were suspicious about was the castle on the hill which they correctly suspected vampires occupied. Again he laughed, and wondered if they had known there was a vampire among their ranks this night. Of course not, they just saw another older teenager who didn’t want to let go of childhood fun. They saw a youth who had sharp canines and a painted bite mark.

Slowly he made his way up the path to the castle. He stopped as he heard footsteps following him. Turning, he saw it was the Prankster following him.
“Look, you’re not getting me again,” he poked it in the chest. The Prankster just giggled, and held up a bucket brimmed with water. As it threw it, Drakeom ducked, so it sailed above him. However the water collided with something other than the ground. Drakeom turned, stood and gulped. The Prankster cowered behind him.
“Ahh… Mistress,” he tried to smile, and took a step back from the soaked vampires. Her green eyes blazed with venom. The Prankster only managed to let out a small ‘eep’ before it was shredded apart by her magic. Drakeom watched a few fragments of orange cloth fall to the floor. He turned back and gulped again. His voice was lost from him.
“What have you been up to Drakeom?” she demanded, each word filled with cold purpose. His mouth opened and shut a few times before the words finally came out,
“Halloween celebrations.”
“Drakeom, you are a creature of the night, not of the day. What would you have done if the thirst had struck you?”
“I can control the thirst already. I do not need to feed in that way.”
“We do, else you will grow weak.”
“I do not.”
“It’s not been a year since I turned you, how would you know?”
“Because-“
“Because you don’t. The thirst will take you, and you will kill or take when it does. And when you do, the Slayers will come after you and kill you. That’s why we keep apart from them unless need be. You might have just been a Necromancer, but now you’re a vampire as well. Things have changed. You no longer operate on your own, for you are my servant now, and you will do as I say. And I tell you not to meddle with the affairs of humans.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Now we are going back to the castle, or need I drag you there by the ear?” Taking one swift look at her sharp finger nails he already knew the answer,
“Coming Mistress.” He followed, head hanging. His fun was over, the mischief gone. Again he was a creature to be feared; again his servitude began, and this time with no relief.
'Bye bye fun, hello again Drake Drakeom.'

Description
Drakeom’s All Hallows Eve.

Drakeom looked out of the window, and smiled. In the town he could see people carving pumpkins, and putting them outside. He rubbed his hands together in glee. All Hallows Eve was the only night he could have fun without getting into to much trouble. People always thought it was the day that spirits and witches were about; really they were about everyday, but most people didn’t notice. He looked up at the sun and sighed, his fun wasn’t allowed to start till dark. Going from the window he began to rummage about, sorting out plans for the night.

No one else in the castle really partook in Halloween, so Drakeom got all the fun to himself. He changed his hat, coat and scarf for a t-shirt and cloak. To adorn his eyes he wore a masquerade mask. Like a thief he left the castle, and walked to the gatehouse. Silently he chuckled, and looked to the ground where some skulls laid. Letting the magic run through him, he spurred it towards the skulls. Five skeletons rose, their bleached skulls looked at him. To each he gave a bowl each brimmed with treats.
“Go through the town, let the people take the treats,” he ordered. Unquestioningly, the skeletons left to go and comply with his wishes. Then he himself slipped away.

Drakeom entered the town, and saw many a kid running about. Some simply wore sheets, pretending to be ghosts; while others had taken much more time to come as phantoms and demons. He chuckled and looked around. The town folk had set up stalls to celebrate the night. Jingling his coin bag, he wondered where to go to first.

He looked down at the water and all the floating apples.
“So, I just grab an apple in my mouth?”
“Sure. Maybe those vampire fangs will help you.”
“Maybe they will,” he laughed and winked, then dunked his head. He opened his mouth and felt the water rush in. He made a grab at an apple, but missed.
“Not quite,” said the stall keeper. Drakeom made another lunge, and caught an apple in his mouth. Lifting his head from the water, he held the apple firmly in his mouth, his fangs piercing the flesh of the apple. There was a sudden scream, and Drakeom turned to look at where it had come from. Several people ran past him, and he spat out the apple into his hand and laughed. One of the skeletons walked down the street. There were a few kids behind it, occasionally coming up and taking treats.
“Which conjurer came up with that?” he asked.
“I don’t know. A nice touch though,” the stall keeper replied. As it wandered past, Drakeom took a handful of treats.
“Sugar mice, candied fruit and toffees,” he laughed, “Hey Kid!” he shouted to one of the children following the skeleton, “Do you like toffees?” The kid nodded. Drakeom threw the toffees, and the kid caught them,
“Thank you sir,” he yelled as he carried on. Drakeom turned back to the man who ran the apple-bobbing stall, and took a bite out of the apple.
“So what do I win?”

Drakeom walked down the street, his money bag lighter, and another bag half filled with sweets. He smiled as he saw more and more people get confident of the skeletons. Stealing down a side alley, he took out a small bell. Looking left and right, he made sure he was alone, and then let the magic run through him. From the bell came orange and black cloth, quickly this formed into a jesters hat, under the brim of the hat came a white smiling mask, and soon the rest of the jesters black and orange outfit followed.
“The Prankster,” he whispered. The jester giggled then disappeared in a whirl of black and orange. Drakeom came out of the alley and continued his night.

The next time he saw the Prankster, he was in the square. There was a whirl of orange and black and it appeared. It dumped an entire bucket of water over one unsuspecting person, who instantly cried out. The next moment it was running towards a small girl, a new pail in its hands. The girl screamed out as it ran towards her, expecting water, then laughed out as she was covered in white flower petals. The Prankster then disappeared. There was a tap on his shoulder, and he turned to see the Prankster. The next moment he had a cream pie in his face, and he heard the manic giggling as it disappeared. He wiped the cream away and laughed,
“Can someone get me a towel please.”

Drakeom carried on walking, and noticed a few kids who looked like they had been attacked by the Prankster.
“You wanna’ get back at the Prankster?” he asked. They nodded rapidly.
“Ok, here’s what we’ll do.”

The Prankster looked around the corner, and sniggered as he saw more unsuspecting children. He was about to take a step out into the street when there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned and saw the Necromancer, then was drenched by him.

Drakeom ducked, and the children threw the flour at the Prankster. The mischievous jester was covered in white. Suddenly it lunged forwards, grabbed one of the children and disappeared. The laughter instantly dropped from all of their lips.
“George?” one of the boys called out, but there was no reply. All of them ran into the square, and sighed in relief. George was climbing out of a nearby water trough, completely drenched to the skin.
“I’m not doing that again.”

Drakeom sat on a rooftop, away from prying eyes. He sucked on a sugar mouse. The undead didn’t need to feed on normal food, but after his death he found he still had a real sweet tooth, or rather a sweet fang. He sat back, and watched the Prankster jump across the rooftops. The flour had already dried, and was cracking and coming off in flakes. He chuckled to himself. This was the best Halloween he had had in a while. Back in Copenhagen most people were suspicious and no fun at all; this place was practically innocent. They didn’t worry about Necromancers in the night and Blood Mages at dawn. The only thing they were suspicious about was the castle on the hill which they correctly suspected vampires occupied. Again he laughed, and wondered if they had known there was a vampire among their ranks this night. Of course not, they just saw another older teenager who didn’t want to let go of childhood fun. They saw a youth who had sharp canines and a painted bite mark.

Slowly he made his way up the path to the castle. He stopped as he heard footsteps following him. Turning, he saw it was the Prankster following him.
“Look, you’re not getting me again,” he poked it in the chest. The Prankster just giggled, and held up a bucket brimmed with water. As it threw it, Drakeom ducked, so it sailed above him. However the water collided with something other than the ground. Drakeom turned, stood and gulped. The Prankster cowered behind him.
“Ahh… Mistress,” he tried to smile, and took a step back from the soaked vampires. Her green eyes blazed with venom. The Prankster only managed to let out a small ‘eep’ before it was shredded apart by her magic. Drakeom watched a few fragments of orange cloth fall to the floor. He turned back and gulped again. His voice was lost from him.
“What have you been up to Drakeom?” she demanded, each word filled with cold purpose. His mouth opened and shut a few times before the words finally came out,
“Halloween celebrations.”
“Drakeom, you are a creature of the night, not of the day. What would you have done if the thirst had struck you?”
“I can control the thirst already. I do not need to feed in that way.”
“We do, else you will grow weak.”
“I do not.”
“It’s not been a year since I turned you, how would you know?”
“Because-“
“Because you don’t. The thirst will take you, and you will kill or take when it does. And when you do, the Slayers will come after you and kill you. That’s why we keep apart from them unless need be. You might have just been a Necromancer, but now you’re a vampire as well. Things have changed. You no longer operate on your own, for you are my servant now, and you will do as I say. And I tell you not to meddle with the affairs of humans.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Now we are going back to the castle, or need I drag you there by the ear?” Taking one swift look at her sharp finger nails he already knew the answer,
“Coming Mistress.” He followed, head hanging. His fun was over, the mischief gone. Again he was a creature to be feared; again his servitude began, and this time with no relief.
'Bye bye fun, hello again Drake Drakeom.'