Karitori: Kyōdai

[Im Back from the Dead, mother**ers.]

Part 0: Beginning of the End.

Arc 1: New Reapers.

(A day after M. Jäger brought Annah to his castle.)

(Inside M. Jägers castle. He is sitting inside his darkened room, in front of a desk with a piece of a paper in front of him and a candle next to it, to light the room up. He has a fountain pen in his hand, relaxed and concentrated he begins writing, the words finally come to him. But just as he writes his first letter, loud heavy rock music, starts blaring from the room across from him and he loses all concentration.)

M. Jäger: (He is wearing a red double breasted vest, over a white shirt the sleeves rolled up. With black pants and neat shoes. He has a black tie hanging from the collar of the shirt, tucked neatly into the vest.) (He snaps the pen in half, the ink drips down onto the page he was going to write on. He looks at the door.) *Muttering* Im going to kill him. (He walks into the room across from his, where ”Highway to Hell ” – AC/DC is playing from several large speakers in the front of the room and a man is sitting on a couch, asleep.) Harker! Harker!! HARKER!!! (He kicks one of the speakers, breaking it in half, Harker jumps awake.) Wake up, you useless shitbag!

Andrew Harker: (He has long dark brown hair and hazel eyes. His build is rather slim and thin, and he stands at 58ft tall and looks around the age of 16. He is wearing a dark red shirt, with light blue jeans. Casual clothing, for a casual day.) Oh hey whats up, Drac-…

M. Jäger: Hmmm…

Harker: I mean, Jäger…

M. Jäger: Please… turn the music down, I am trying to write.

Harker: Right… sir!

(M. Jäger walks out of Harkers room and while he stands in the hallway, he lets out a sigh of frustration. He is approached from behind by his right-hand woman, Maya Westenra. She has a stunning beauty about her, her long jet black hair is tied neatly into a ponytail, her ocean blue eyes can pierce a soul, even one as strong as M. Jägers. She stands at 510ft (177cm) tall and her body is slim and somewhat athletic. She is wearing a formal and clean outfit, a black suit jacket over a black shirt that has a white vest over it. She is wearing a white waist cloth over sleek black pants with neat black shoes.)

Maya: Sir, your guest is awake and is awaiting you.

M. Jäger: Thank you, Maya. Is there anything else?

Maya: Yes, I believe the undead council is very unpleased, by last weeks… ”talk ” with the Basilisk. Vlad is holding them off, until your arrival. What did you do to the Basilisk, might I ask?

M. Jäger: (He walks off to Annahs room.) We had a disagreement. Thats all. (He walks into Annahs room, where she sits rubbing her eyes.) Hey there. How are you feeling?

Annah Zitalia: Honestly, I… don know how to feel.

M. Jäger: (He sits on the bed next to Annah.) Yeah, I know that feeling all too well.

Annah: (She looks the room.) Where am I?

M. Jäger: Somewhere, where you won be harmed or hated. You
e safe. Maya will get here in a minute, shell give you clean clothes and something to eat.

Annah: T-… thanks.

M. Jäger: Don mention it. One more question, do you have a sister perhaps?

Annah: (She looks at the necklace.) Honestly, I don know. Ive had this with me, my entire life. Its never left my side, even when I lost it, it would come right back to me. It feel likes its… a part of me. I only have a faint memory of another in my life, but further its all a blur.

M. Jäger: (He stands up from the bed.) Whatever it may be, you may stay here for as long as you want.

Annah: Thank you.

(Inside a large circular room, with several seats sitting all along the room, these seats are filled with undead creatures over thousands of years old. In the center of the room stands a man wearing an all black suit with slight white stripes. His white hair is neatly swept back and his orange eyes give off a soul piercing stare. He has a very slim, somewhat slender build and he stands at 59ft (175cm) tall. He is Vlad III, M. Jägers oldest friend.)

Vlad III: Please Council, I ask for your patience. Mr. Jäger shall be here in a short while.

Arne, representative of the Draugr: We have waited long enough, if Dracula does not show up-…

Vlad: May I please ask of you to not use that name? Dracula is used to inspire fear and dread. M. Jäger is a name of ”hope ” and… ”courage. ”

(The door to the council room opens and inside walks M. Jäger.)

M. Jäger: (He walks over to the podium where Vlad stood.) Ill take it from here, thank you. *Clears throat* Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for your patience. I ask only now for your cooperation. We live in a time where monsters are actively hunted, forced to live in the shadows, as much as we all hate this. We must agree that it is the only way for us to stay safe. I killed the Basilisk because not only did he attack first, but he threatened our entire way of life.

Sere, representative of the Wraiths: And what about your violent outburst on the slave traders? Did that not threaten our way of life?

M. Jäger: It was the opposite actually; they were being sold for the highest bidder. I saved them from a life of servitude. My men are cleaning up the mess as we speak.

Zoal, representative of the Liches: And what about the civil revolution happening among the vampires?

M. Jäger: Yes, I am aware of Redcurses insolence, but do not fear, he shall be dealt with, we are searching for hideout on a daily basis, he cannot be far.

Zoal: And what if you fail to kill him? Shall we rule under him them?

M. Jäger: If we fail to defeat him, then our hope lies within one man.

Sere: And this one man being…?

M. Jäger: Van Helsing…

(At the Reaper Training Grounds, Sam is sitting at a table with Isabel and Erik.)

Sam: Well this is sorta awkward, three strangers who died at the same time. Sounds like the start of a bad joke.

Isabel: How exactly did you two die? I remember saving you from the truck, but after that… its kinda blank.

Erik: He… kinda got us both struck by ANOTHER truck.

Isabel: It would seem that theres a high concentration of semi-trucks hitting teenagers.

Sam: So it would seem. Listen I-… Im sorry for dragging both of you into this. If I had just looked both ways, then we wouldn be in this mess right now.

Isabel: Relax, Its okay, you
e human, and all humans make mistakes. Even if they
e really terrible ones.

Sam: ”Really terrible ” is an understatement, in fact its the understatement of the century.

Erik: Like she said, relax. I mean we
e still kind of alive now, aren we?

Sam: Yeah… yeah, I guess so. (He starts slowly standing up.) Ill be right back, I gotta go to the bathroom real quick. (He looks around the area.) The bathroom being…?

Erik: Its at the back of the mess hall.

Sam: Thanks.

(As Sam walks towards the bathroom, he walks past a man sitting next to table on their own. As he passes the man, he whispers to himself, ”No, we
e NOT going to eat him. I don even think theres anything but bone on him! ”)

Sam: (He turns to the man.) Excuse me?

The man: (He has short black hair with no style to it and brownish-red eyes. He has a rather normal build and height of 59ft (175cm) although his shoulder appear slightly bulkier, but it is most likely due to the dark brown leather jacket that he wears over a red flannel shirt. His pants are black jeans, tucked neatly into a pair of black boots. He speaks in a faint Irish accent, somewhat mixed with an American accent. He looks around the age of 22.) Nothing! Nothing!

Sam: It… sounds like you said something, to me. Something about eating?

The man: Im just, remembering a line that just came into my head. I want to use it for my book.

Sam: Oh cool! Whats your books name?

The man: Umm… it has a working title.

Sam: Whats it about?

The man: Oh you know; monsters, fantasy kingdoms, elves, and all that nonsense.

Sam: Cool, Ill check it out someday! Lastly, whats your name?

Carter Vekter: Carter. Carter Vekter.

Sam: Nice, anyways I gotta go to the bathroom.

Carter: (He starts speaking as soon as Sam walks into the bathroom.) See? You can go five seconds without eating someone.

(A large drab green centipede emerges out of Carters back, through a small hole that it dug through his skin. It looks as if it is attached to Carters spinal cord. It turns to face Carter head on, it has small green glowing eyes attached to its antennae.)

The Centipede or ”Centy ”: (He speaks to Carter telepathically in a deep, almost demonic voice.) Yes, you were correct. He did not have any meat of him, he was like a skinned turkey that was left in the desert sun for too long. In other words; he is royally **ed if the wind blows faster than 5km/h.

(They both hear the sound of glass shattering and turn to where it came from, a man stands over a broken glass cup and looks on in shock at the centipede coming out of Carters back.)

The man: Sacre Bleu!!!

Centy and Carter: Well… SON OF A BI-!!!

(End of Chapter 6)