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Happy Halloween!!

Spooky Greetings to all.

I hope you all have a crackling night that doesn't end up in a boo.

Have great fun with your movies, sweetie eating and haunting season.

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HOPE YOU HAVE A SPOOKTACULAR READ.

PLEASE BE A KIND GHOUL WHO GIVES OUT TREATS BY SLASHING THAT VOTE BUTTON.

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Dick remembers when monsters were feared more than they were hated.

How the world carried on spinning without fluttering it's eyelashes over the monsters created on the planet. 

How monsters stayed to their own turf and it was the humans fault when they stepped foot on such hunting grounds. 

How monsters were higher on the food chain compared to humans. 

But everyone grows old. 

Time waits for no one and carries on turning.

Mankind evolving and the human race's own thirst for blood grows. 

That the monster hiding under your bed wasn't the real monsters anymore. 

People were the real monsters and the created monsters were left to stand as the victims of men's actions. 

Dick remembered that on October the first, this haunted manor would be filled with creatures of the night and the scariest monsters ever created. 

How they'd gather for this single night and gossip over their plans for the rest of the month. 

The joy and laughter shared among those that understood them best. 

How they'd all gather and stand strong together when one monster was in danger.

But now, Dick found himself staring towards the empty manor instead. 

No howls of the wolfman. 

No dropped limbs from the zombies. 

No pranks from the ghouls to be seen. 

No Goblins stealing. 

No glowing from the Mr Jack O'Lantern.

No crackles from the witches. 

No whispers from the ghosts. 

No old fashion words spoken by the vampires. 

No more bandages accidently stepped on when passing the mummies. 

No more gargoyles flighting around outside, almost bumping heads. 

No tripping over the invisible man. 

No more monsters left to gather. 

Dick cursed Frankenstein for making him his monster.

He wasn't meant to out live so many other monsters. 

His flesh should have rottener off and he should have taken his last breath long ago. 

Yet, he stood still alive and witnessing the lost of so many of his fellow monsters lives. 

"We need to leave, pretty bird" Slade tells him from where he leans against the doorframe to the kitchen, knowing this place wasn't safe for either of them. It hasn't been for years now. 

"What if someone comes?" Dick questions back, knowing it was hopeless but can't bring himself to just leave. No one comes, not in a long time not if they weren't human at least. 

"You know they won't" Slade firm states, eye knowing as he it stares towards his lover. 

"Some might still be alive. I'm still alive" Dick weakly chokes out, numbed and stitched on fingers gripping at the counter's side edge. 

"And they'd be smart enough to never set foot near this place again. It's a trap for monsters now" Slade reminds him with a sigh as he pushes from the door, knowing no monster was foolish to come here anymore if they were still alive. They're only not being chased out of the manor or caught in a trap due to their own experience and more human like appearance. Leaving any humans keeping guard to overlook them or not even notice they're monsters just yet.

"I thought we were meant to be the monsters. Not them" Dick whispers with broken eyes staring out towards the dulled and lifeless garden. Not a single flower left to grow now the ones that cared for the land were gone. 

Slade only frowns, old memories over how much life and beauty the manor once held filling his mind. He had never hunted the manor on the first of October, knew it was a special gathering for all monsters. He had been paid to slaughter and wipe them from the planet but they had respected.

The manor on October the 1st had been such a breath taking sight. 

Slade had never once thought over hunting monsters and destroying them during such a magical night. 

But other humans held no respect or morals, they used the one night to try and kill as many as they could. No rules were written down silently. Mankind had taken the game into their own hands, changing the rules to only work for them. 

And now, as Slade glances from the cracked windows to the dusty Kitchen, he was reminded over how much the monsters magic had been lost. 

Slade, the monster hunter who could never die. He was cursed, long ago, when he was stained in so much monstrous blood that he'd never notice when his own blood mixed with it. 

He had not seen his curse as a curse at first. He saw it as a perk, left able to kill as many monsters as he wanted without fear of death. To always heal and stay alive during his hunts and fights with creatures of the night. 

But then his standing as a hero turned into the title of a monster. His immortality had grown fear in his fellow man's hearts. That he was seen as dangerous and ungodly as the monsters they had created. 

And Slade was left without a home within his own people no more. Hunted as if he was a monster himself and forced to stay in hiding if he wanted to live a life without forever being killed.  

He finally understood why monsters were monsters. 

Monsters were created by human's, forced to live in a world where they didn't know what they were or why they were given life. The first meeting they ever witness was fear from the very people who had made them. To be forced to hunt those who hunted them out, both sides as scared as the other. 

Slade learnt who the real monsters were in the end, and they weren't the ones he had once hunted. 

"The real monsters are normally the ones who point their fingers at someone else and blame them to be the beast" Slade tells his lover the honest truth, knowing mankind would forever stand as the monsters due to never accepting that they were one themselves. 

"I only wanted one more night with them all. To have one last dance with them all" Dick confesses quietly as he runs a hand over a shelf, remembering how it'd use to be filled with cups from all over the world that monsters would bring for themselves and their fellow monster friends to drink from. 

"They all dance with the reaper now" Slade admits with a frown, hating how silent and still the manor was now. How'd it'd forever stay as now. 

"I wasn't meant to outlive any of them. I never should have" Dick weakly chokes out, staring out towards the corridor beyond the kitchen doorway, picturing his deceased friends racing down them in a hurry to grab the served food or dance to the next song played.  

"Do you wish for me to survive alone?" Slade questions as he steps over to his lover, hurt in his eye.

"Never" Dick hisses back as he spins round to face him, eyes horrified over such a thought. 

"Be blessed that you have survived all this time. Otherwise I would have been alone to live a long and dulled life on my own" Slade whispers softly, stroking a finger under his lover's bluest eyes, eyes that held so much life and heart to them even after all the suffering he's witness. 

"During the next full moon, let's dance together. I want to cherish their memory" Dick smiles back sadly, taking hold of his lover's hand and lacing their hands. 

"As long as you sing the song for us to dance too" Slade promises as he pulls their connected hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to the stone cold hand. 

"Looking boo-tiful tonight!" Dick compliments the man before him with a charming smile, loving the man's monster patterned clothing he's worn for tonight's visit. 

"I might have made some effect today. Trying to impress a certain someone since Halloween's not the same if I can't be witch you" Slade casually comments with a smirk as he leads them from the kitchen, ready to take them both home and never dare to return to the manor again. 

And Dick's crackle of laughter echoed through the empty manor hauntingly.