Lulove spiraled back and forth between numbness and pain. She watched her beloved guests be massacred before her and the invaders dance upon the beach where so many happy memories were made.

"Why.....why do I have to watch? Can you please put me into a dungeon? Please. I don't want to see this anymore!"

The Mad Knight stood with the other servants, plate of hors d'oeuvres in hand. "We must all watch the parties. It teaches us our place, maid."

"Absorb what is happening. Become numb to it. Learn to stand as a good servant does. Expressionless, like a statue."

"The closer you are to the object you were born to be, the easier it is for their eyes to pass you over. Maids who cry. Maids who scream. Maids who defend their friends...."

"Those maids die first."

"Though, I suppose if you're looking for a death, you know what to do. Just be warned. It won't be a quick death."

"You're one of the vampwelf goons! You helped cause this!"

"In time, you'll help cause this too!"

"Think of all the FUN you'll have. Part of the Drakken family. Following behind their bloody paths!"

"He's totally lost it......All the servants have." Lulove whispers under her breath. A terror crept over her. How long would it take for the brainwashing to consume her as well? When will she look upon the parties of torture with humor?

The Silver Tiger stumbles through the crowd. The vampwelfs ignore him. His daughter's status as "The High Witch" has made him untouchable in their eyes. Someone calls out to him. A woman being bled into a punch bowl weakly mumbles his name, asking for help. His heart stops as he backs away. "Hhha......Her last memory is going to be of a hero ignoring her calls for help...."

"Mr. Silver Tiger." Lulove whimpers as he nearly backs up into her. "Why aren't you captured?"

"Ah well....The Silver Tiger may have made a fucking small mistake. He may have given the drakkens a dragon that allowed them to do all of this, but the Silver Tiger promises, he did this with only the best in mind!"

"This is YOUR FAULT?!?" Lulove snaps, attempting to launch out of the stock that held her in place.

"The Silver Tiger was just trying to protect people...."

"SHUT UP WITH YOUR STUPID HERO GIMMICK!" Lulove screams before a rock is hurled at her.

"Hey stupid maid! Stop yelling at my dad!" The young notail had been playing with the other vampwelf children, using a bat to get the "treats" out of a hung alien.

"I agree that his super hero gimmick is stupid but you gotta be stupider if you think my dad caused this. The VAMPWELFS caused this. Not him!"

"But it is my fault that they got the power they needed. I...I just wanted to do the right thing and I murdered all these people."

"He SHOULD feel terrible for this!"

"Hey lady......" The child grabs Lulove's snout and holds it shut as she pulls her head forward so Lulove and her could be eye to eye.

"You're not yelling at the Drakkens. You're yelling at my dad. Who has no spine."

"Is it cause you know the Drakkens would do something horrible to you, something that'll leave you alive but wishing you were dead? So you'd rather pick on someone a little bit weaker?"

"CAUSE I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW, I'M A DRAKKEN NOW, AND I'LL MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE DEAD!"

The Silver Tiger grabs his child. "I'm sorry. She's...always like this."

"Dad, you need to fucking learn how to own it."

"Own it....?"

"Yeah! Like when some dumb furry dragon is like-"

"Oh you're a monster!......."

"You go..... "YEAH, I MOTHER FUCKING AM!!!! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT, BITCH?!?!""

"And maybe you stab them a lil to make sure they stop asking you uncomfortable questions."

"But only a little, that way they tell everyone else how scary you are!"

"You....want me to.....pretend?"

"Dad, you're playing as a super hero, I think the cat is out of the bag that you're a nerd who loves to roleplay."

"I don't think this will make me feel better, kitten."

"It won't, but it WILL stop people from bothering you. I mean, just look at the Mad Knight!"

The Mad Knight poses with one of the dead bodies with one of the other vampwelfs, laughing along with the murderer and his catch.

"I don't know if I wish for that to be me, kitten."

"Yeah, well, you better find a way to cope real fast, cause you, me, and other dad are going to be living with the Drakkens for the reeeeeeeeeeest of our lives! Or until we get lead poisoning and wander into the woods, never to be seen again. Which ever one comes first." The child wiggles out of her father's arms, grabbing her baseball bat and rejoining the other children at their games.

Edger finds it hard to enjoy the event. Too much weighed on his mind. "Ah, my beloved Lady Lucetta. How are you enjoying this evening?"

Lucetta shimmied lovingly next to her husband, clueless to his apprehension to join the swathes of drunken dancers. "Now, don't take this the wrong way, my darling, if this is the way you swing, then by all means, swing."

"It's just a bit, ah... how do you say, old-fashioned?"

"It's quaint, don't get me wrong. But so terribly... gaudy! So sincere! What's a woman to do for some filth?"

"I agree, my dear Lady Lucetta. Even though I have grown up with these balls, I could never really enjoy them as the others do. And well, when I became castellan, cleaning up after them and losing maids gave me an even bigger disdain for them."

"Maybe as a special event it would have been enjoyable. A red wedding would be a delight, but I swear, this is the only type of party House Drakken throws."

"A simple dance with less "dying entertainment" would be nice. I heard that in House Elzenstein, the live entertainment stays....well....alive! When you kill so many violinists you start to only be left with the terrible ones."

"I'm inclined to agree. The corpse in the punch bowl gets a touch old after the fifth or sixth ball."

"How about this, my love?" Lucetta leans in, and lowers her voice as much as the party rabble would still allow to her to be heard, "Do you know what happens when you kill all the able-bodied bartenders on the beach?"

"Endless happy hour!"

".....Although I'll admit, I'll miss the tableside service. Or know how to mix my own drinks. Hm. Maybe not."

"Yes...I was about to comment on how the last living bartender is currently in the punch bowl. I just do not get it. Why kill her and make her into punch? She would have been far more useful alive. It's not like her blood is alcoholic. She tastes like everyone else."

"Oh. Her blood isn't actually alcoholic?-" Lucetta idly swirls her tacky party drink. Disappointing.

"Ah, but if it's drinks you want my dear Lady Lucetta, I do know a certain castellan who often trains the maids to mix drinks. Maybe we could have a ball for two away from all this nonsense?"

"...Say, my dearest. I do very much enjoy the sound of that, let's get out of here. Surely they left at least one or two of the delivery boys on the island alive."

"Do not worry dear Lady Lucetta....as scandalous as it will be...."

"I do not mind acting as your delivery boy should it come to it."

"Oh, my! How daring of my castellan."

Lucetta hooks an arm around her husband, shepherding him away from the crowd. "Next thing I know, you'll be preparing the food itself. I could scarcely even imagine it."