Were-Vamp Anthology

Spirit Pickup

What if Christian was a ghost and his living family came to get him? Inspired by the show, Ghosts. Don't own any rights to that portion of the story. Just thought it'd be fun to incorporate some of it.

In an old manor up the hills of town, "I can't believe this place became a bed and breakfast." Sarah said as she and her brothers Jacob and John exited the vehicle they were in.

"Looks the same on the outside." Jacob observed the antique building that is dark grey with huge windows and white shutters and trimming.

"We are declaring war on you and taking the house." A British accent caught their attention. Looking over, they spotted two men dressed as if they were in the revolutionary war. "We shall attack at dusk." The man in red told the man in blue.

"So be it." The man in blue spoke. "But just so you know that me and my army will defend this house to the bitter end."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

"Then I shall see you in battle." They parted ways.

"Those two seem looney." Jacob said to his siblings.

"Let us check-in." John muttered. "Before we lose our reservation."

They grabbed their luggage and headed inside. The interior has dark hardwood flooring with dim lighting and furniture that is old but refurbished with a staircase leading upstairs when you enter the foyer.

"Welcome." A girl in her thirties greeted them. "You must be the Dubois. I'm Sam. Unfortunately my husband is out of town for a few days, but let me check you in and show you to your rooms." Sam headed to the front desk.

"Drafted?" They heard a familiar voice. They glanced up to see Christian talking to the man in blue as they walked down the steps.

"All men in this household must be on the battlefield." The man in blue told him.

"No way, Captain." Christian waved his hands and shook his head frantically. "I'm not a fighter. Those Brits will cream me."

"C'mon little buddy." The Captain put his hand on his shoulder. "We need all the help we can get."

Christian made a face. "Fine."

"Good man. Now, the battle commenses at dusk at the foyer."

"The foyer?"

"Of course. We must defend our territory."

Christian made a dead-pan face before noticing the three guests. "Guys?" Christian breathed out.

"Hm?" The Captain questioned before following his line of sight. "Our guests have arrived." He rushed down when a few guys dressed in dirty white clothing with blisters on their faces approached him.

"Reporting for duty, sir."

"What's this now?"

As the Captain spoke to them, Christian cautiously walked down to the three people.

"Hey little brother." Sarah muttered awkwardly to the young red head. On the verge of tears, Christian jumped in to hug them. "We've missed you too." She said as they returned the hug.

Christian pulled away to get a better look at them. "You guys are all grown up. And your clothes are so different. How's everyone? What's the outside world like?"

They opened their mouths when Sam approached them. "You're all set. Now, if you follow me to your rooms."

As she was walking away, "Meet us in my room in twenty minutes." John requested.