Homoween 2019: Hollywood Coven

Day 23: Under the Blood Moon

"So who are you really?" 

"I'm someone whose trying to drive through the desert!"

Derek yipped as he crashed into the side of the van. There were no seats in the back and though it didn't look so dangerous on Scooby Doo, it seemed more dangerous with each new hill and dune they came across in real life. 

"That's not what I mean."

"I know what you mean! You just hold tight onto that vial of blue stuff. If I die, you won't survive this!" Tom said in a snippish tone. "Wolf, how's your throwing arm?!"

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"Are you awake, young Hunter? Yes you are. There you are."

Ian made a few noises as he woke up. He tried to shake his head and move his arms but he was locked down in an old magical shelf box. He could just see out of his peripheral vision that JR was in a box next to him but it seemed like JR was still asleep. And badly injured.

"Hey, hey. Over here-" Channing snapped to get Ian's attention. "There we go. That's right. So, can you talk?"

Ian opened his mouth but all he could do was gasp for air. His mouth felt raw and full of fire, like there was a terrible thirst that he could never quench.

"Give it a second. You're probably not used to spells of my caliber. I'm curious to know what you two were doing in my city," Channing crooned. "And I hope you have a reeeaaaalllly good reason for being here. Or at least an amusing one. Because your answer, oddly enough, will dictate if your friend lives or not. And don't struggle. It's not sexy."

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"You drop those grenades we'll be dead, wolf! You'd better hit on the first shot."

"Should I hit for the head motorcycle?" Luke winced as Derek was jostled around while holding magical grenades- which were famous for their temperamental triggers. Luke wondered if it maybe wouldn't have been better to have stayed and just dug his own grave. At least then he'd have peace and quiet.

"Only if you've got a good blood moon ray on them. Otherwise it'll just be a wild shot of magic. You've only got three so make those choices count wolf or we'll all be dead way before sunrise."

"Where are you taking us, Literariat?"

"You might as well call me Tom, vampire. Formalities seem stupid at this point. HARD RIGHT TURN!"

Derek's whole body slammed into the left side as he cradled a grenade to his chest.

"If you kill me while I'm in a windowless van I will never forgive you, Derek my love!"

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"And there we go."

Ian's mouth trembled with rage. "You have no authority to do any of this!"

"Well that was the wrong answer. And besides, the one with the power has the authority. And really I'm the one with the power-" he said, whispering the last part into Ian's ear. "Oh yeah and your beloved friend JR. Or you know- daddy- whatever. I don't judge. He is kinda cute. A little too rugged to be a Mike but then Mikes have to be moldable. Isn't that right boys?"

You had to be up close to see it. They danced and strolled like normal humans and from the audience you wouldn't see but up close- there was a magical thread along the lips of the Mikes. Without an audience or music they just walked around the stage or stood completely still. Their eyes were too dull to be human anymore. A concerted effort- a siren's bewitchment and the magical thread of an evil magician.