BLOOD TOUCH--Welcome to the Gratista Vampire Clan

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 It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye...or an arm...or a liver, leg or spleen... A bet made by of one of Peter's friends leads them into more than just inviting 'the new kid' to join them in a few Halloween pranks--it brings them all closer to their own deaths.

(PG: Mild Language, Paranormal Violence)

    Grendel made an inhuman noise. Richard and Mark froze at the bottom of the stairs just as they were about to check on their friends.
    Celine grabbed two very prison-like cuffs attached to chains that were hidden under the bed. Peter’s eyes widened.
    “What the hell…?!”
    “Peter, help me, quick!”
    “What are you doing to him?”
    “Just help me, damn it! Cuff his other hand, then get his ankles!”
    Halfway up the stairs, Mark nearly pissed his pants. Richard wasn’t sure whether to be happy his theory was correct or if he should flee for his life.
    Back in the bedroom, Peter grabbed Grendel’s ankle, noticing it was hairier. He grimaced before putting the cuff around it. Celine however, was having some trouble. Grendel squirmed in his restraints, not wanting to have all four limbs locked down. He kicked his leg everywhere, giving Celine some hassle. He howled again, his body expanding, splitting his clothes.
    Celine and Peter watched as Grendel’s face elongated, the bones popping and splitting with the hideous transformation. The screams of pain were too much, as Peter covered his ears.
    Fur continued to grow on Grendel’s body; his feet cracking, reforming into a more dog-like shape. His toenails and fingernails yellowed and formed points. The skin on his face had burst and peeled away to expose a very bloody, wet, canine one.
    Grendel’s jaw and nose shaped into a muzzle; his ears stretched into points. His eyes were completely feral. ‘Grendel’ wasn’t in them anymore, but some wild, man/wolf-thing. Grendel managed to scream Celine’s name one more time before it became another howl.
    Grendel jerked and thrashed on his prison-bed. Peter was too stunned to move. Richard and Mark stood in the doorway just in time to see Grendel break one of the wrist restraints. The boys screamed, making Grendel focus on them. He snarled, fangs dripping saliva. They screamed again, backed into a corner, got freaked out when they touched the wall, then tore out of the room like two madmen. Celine and Peter remained frozen.
    To Grendel, Richard and Mark were now prey, especially since they ran. It gave him more of an incentive to break free, and he worked the last two restraints.
    “Don’t you have any more of those chains?” Peter whispered to Celine, keeping as still as possible.
    “Even if I did, he won’t let us near him now.” Celine clutched her triquetra charm, then grabbed Peter’s hand, holding it tightly.
    Grendel broke his other wrist restraint, reached down, twisted off the ankle cuff like it were nothing, jumped off the bed, and bounded out the room, completely ignoring his sister and Peter.
    The two guys had barely reached the bottom of the stairs when Grendel appeared at the top. The boys raced for the front door, just making it out before Grendel jumped down the stairs in a single leap. He landed with a loud thud, shook himself, growled at the open door, then leapt forward.
    At least Richard was smart enough to jump into the station wagon. What he didn’t expect was to not see Mark in the car beside him. Richard slammed the car door shut as Grendel smacked his face and paws into the glass. He barked and snapped at Richard who backed against the opposite car door, yelling at the top of his lungs, covering himself with his book bag.
    Mark was making his getaway through the cemetery. He had to do quite a bit of climbing to get into it, then searched out a crypt he could hide in. Werewolves couldn’t eat through stones...

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Terrell, an insensitive, lecherous and selfish hard-ass when it comes to the game of life, gets a hard deal of his own when he gets paid an unexpected visit by....himself.
(PG: Strong Language)

    Terrell went into the bank and filled out a withdrawal slip as his doppelganger watched.
    “Write out the whole two hundred, not a partial amount.”
    “I am, will you shut the fuck up?” Terrell whispered harshly. People turned and looked at him.
    “Everyone’ll think I’m nuts if you don’t shut up,” Terrell said softly.
    “Well, you don’t have to answer me out loud. Just nod or something.”
    The guard standing beside the door watched Terrell carefully.
    “Are you ready?” it asked. Terrell nodded. Then the spirit looked at the guard.
    “Trouble’s coming.”
    “What do you mean?” he asked, then slapped his hand over his mouth.
    The guard walked up to him, and Terrell froze in place.
    “You got a problem, son?”
    “No,” Terrell answered curtly. The doppelganger slapped its own forehead in response to Terrell’s impudence.
    The guard folded his arms. “You been drinking?”
    “This early in the morning?!”
    The doppelganger groaned. Terrell glanced at him, and the guard noticed.
    “Let me see your I.D., son.”
    “What the hell is this? Why are you harassing me?!”
    Everyone in the bank was looking at him now.
    “I think you better calm down real fast, son.”
    “I’d calm down if you left me alone!”
    “Just put your hands in the air son, and nothing will happen to you.”
    “NO! I’m not some fucking thief! You can’t do this to me! I did nothing wrong! I’ll sue you AND this fucking bank!”
    “Terrell, just be quiet! You’re only making it worse,” the doppelganger said as it looked around.
    “Well if you hadn’t come into my life, none of this bullshit would be happening!” Terrell shot back.
    “Who are you talking to, boy?!” the guard asked loudly.
    “No one!” Terrell glanced at the doppelganger again.
    “Don’t blame me for your problems! The only reason why I showed up in your pathetic, so-called life is because you need to be helped before you wind up in Chaos!”
    “Who are you looking at?!” the guard asked impatiently.
    “Will you stop talking about Chaos?!” Terrell yelled.
    “Say what?” The guard gave him a weird look.
    Terrell made a break for the door, but the guard was quicker than him.
    “You need some help, son,” he said, taking his walkie off his belt, then slammed Terrell’s butt into a chair, holding him by one shoulder. The guard called for the cops, mentioning he had a possible ‘302’ that needed to be picked up.
    “Let me go! Get the hell off of me! And stop calling me son! There’s nothing wrong with me! It’s my dapple… doppelganger! He keeps talking to me! Keeps telling me to change all my bad ways!”
    “Just sit still, son. Someone will be here to get you.” The guard sounded bored.
    “For what? Will you get the hell off of me?! Isn’t it pretty obvious that you aren’t supposed to see him? He’s a fucking ghost for crying out loud! I’m the only one that can see him because he’s MY ghost!”
    The doppelganger was sitting in a chair right beside him, shaking its head. Terrell looked at it in a panic.
    “Make yourself appear or something! Help me out here!”
    “It doesn’t work that way.”
    “Some good you are!”
    The guard merely shook his head as Terrell continued talking to the air.
    “What the hell’s a 302?” Terrell suddenly asked the guard.
    “You’ll find out soon enough,” he replied.

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