In Your Dreams || Benny Weir COMPLETED

chapter twenty eight

(part two of the hockey episode)

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"Sooo you get accused of grave robbing, and you wanna hang out in a graveyard?"

The three vampires and Mary walk through the dead grass in the cemetery. The full moon shone above them, crows cawed here and there, the crisp autumn air snuck through their jackets. Mary grips hers closer around her, she hated to admit it in front of her fearless friends, but graveyards gave her the creeps.

"For the last time, I do not drain dead people, okay!" Sarah exclaims.

The four pause when they notice movement across from them. Mary recognized the figure, it was the same elderly guy she had bumped into earlier. "Do you think that's the guy?" Rory asks, clutching onto Mary's wrist like a frightened child.

"Rory, you know I love you, but if you don't get your hand off my wrist I will fry you." Mary whispers through her teeth. Rory coughs then chuckles nervously and removes his hand. "Sorry."

"Go away ya rotten kids." The man sneers, shooing them with his hand and keeping his shovel in the ground with the other. "Wanna rob a grave? Dig your own!"

Mary was about to respond, but Sarah had her own ideas. She hisses at him, her eyes glowing yellow. She speeds over to him and kicks him down. He falls with a heavy yell and a groan, while the other three wince.

"Oh, wow..."

"Yeah, way to take down that..."

"Elderly disabled man."

"Ow, my arthritis."

Sarah scoffs and turns to the others, "Come on! He's a grave robber!"

"I only collect spare parts," the man sneers in pain, "it's not like they're using 'em."

"And you're using them why?" Sarah asks.

"For hockey." He replies darkly.

"That sport is a lot weirder than I thought."

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Benny sits at his desk in the magic room, flipping through his spell book. "Athletic ability..." he mumbles.

Suddenly, his phone rings. He grins at Mary's screen name and the picture of her, "Hi babe! Did you know there's a spell that cures athlete's foot?"

Mary chuckles, "Fascinating, love. Did you know your buddy Bolts isn't your average jock?"

"Of course!" Benny smiles and continues to flip through his book, "I'm trying to figure out his tricks so I can do them myself."

Mary sighs. "Well unless you're a pile of dead body parts, it won't help."

"Come again?"

"This old weirdo, the one that was actually doing the grave robbing, says the stone on his mask is called the Eye of Zartak. It resurrects dead limbs into whatever shape you put them in. Benny, Bolts is made up of a dozen dead hockey players." Mary explains. 

Benny's eyes widen, "Do you know what this means?"

"That we have a crazy hockey monster on the loose?"

"No, it means I'll never be good at hockey."

Mary rolls her eyes then walks back over to the others to sit down on the rock next to the old man, "Babe, focus."

"The monsters' not crazy, just slow. 'Good brains hard to find. You know, worms get in and make it like Swiss cheese." The old man says, earning a chorus of disgusted replies from the others.