Chapter 13: Grampy Miggins
The boats the group were in pulled up on the beach.
“Where are we?” Glen asked as he hopped out of the boat.
“Miguel, do you still have the map?” Miranda questioned, turning her gaze to Miguel.
Miguel took the map from his shirt pocket and spread it apart, placing it on the sand.
“As I said before, we were going south from where we encountered Blackbeard. Thankfully we are near the main land by about 100, 000 miles east.” He peered closer to the map.
“We're at...” Miguel's eyes widened for a moment before finishing, “Uninhabited...”
The group looked at each other with horrified faces.
“Does that mean...” Marcy was about to guess when Quintin gasped, “We're on a deserted island! Away from society, home...my poor tea shop!”
Giles turned to Quinton and grabbed his arms, “Get a hold of yourself, we'll get off this island somehow.”
“Somehow?! How long will that take?! We'd end up living here, maybe become cannibals!”
Marcy smirked, “Not if I drink your blood first.”
The elf tilted his head in confusion, then Marcy smiled to show her vampire teeth.
Quintin screamed like a little girl and grabbed onto Miguel, “Miguel help me!”
“Marcy, why'd you do that?!” Giles turned his head at his sister in anger, while Marcy rolled her eyes, “Couldn't help it.”
“Would you guys cut it out?” Sonny interrupted as he stepped in between them.
“Sonny's right, we need to keep our heads.” Annie added in.
“We'll just get back on the boats and row to Spain.” Sierra said as she walked towards the water when she looked out in the distance and gasped, “Guys, the row boats are gone!”
Everyone looked up and saw the boats float away into the distance.
They all screamed at the top of their lungs and ran to the water.
But they were all too late, the boats were too far out of the sea.
“Sam?” Miranda turned to gaze at Sam, who collapsed onto the sand.
“Sam!” Annie ran to his side.
“Is he alright?” Miranda asked as everyone gathered around the shark boy.
“He's probably tired from pulling us away from Blackbeard and his ships.” Sierra guessed.
Miguel looked up ahead to find a jungle, “We have to find shelter before sundown.”
Suddenly, a faint sound was heard in the distance.
“What's that sound?” Quintin questioned.
Everyone stood still for that moment to really pick up what they heard.
It sounded like the strumming of a banjo mixed with horrible singing.
“Singing?” Tommy said.
“And we thought this island was deserted...” Patti chuckled.
“Well whoever else is on this island, they could be our only ticket to where we're going.” Miranda said as she began to walk, “I'll scout ahead, just take care of Sam.”
“I'm coming with you.” Miguel announced as he stood up and walked to her side.
“No, I'm fine going alone Miguel.”
“I won't risk it. You need at least someone to watch your back if there are vampires around.”
Miranda thought about it for a moment...
She took a deep breath, then replied, “Fine, I'll let you come with me.”
Miguel smiled as they both walked into the jungle.
“I want to ask you something...” “Yes Miguel?” Miranda listened as she used her sword to cut through the leaves and branches.
“How long did it take for you to become a Vampire Slayer?”
“Since the Massacre?” Miguel raised an eyebrow.
“Uncle Al taught me everything I knew. Whether it would be fighting or using my wits. We divided our training sessions into rules. Number 1 being...”
Before finishing her sentence, Miguel inadvertently walked into a nearby tree, “Watch where you're going...”
It was when she felt something landing on her shoulder.
Miranda looked to her right to find a squirrel.
She quickly thought, “What is this squirrel doing on a deserted island?”
She studied the squirrel, it had a brownish-red fur line and a golden fur line on the stomach.
It also had a small blue helmet upon his head, along with a pair of goggles wrapped around it.
“Hey there little guy,” Miranda greeted as she stroked it's fur.
Then it spoke in an angry tone, “Hey, I just had a bath this morning.”
Miranda stood there with her eyes wide.
“I'm so sorry about that.”
“So, what do you need here?” the squirrel said with a child like voice.
“We just got here and we need to find a way to the docks in England. We heard that someone else is here and maybe they can help us.” Miranda explained.
Miranda looked back and lifted Miguel up from the ground.
“This is my best friend Miguel.”
“And you are...”
The squirrel gasped, “THE Miranda McLaura? The Lost Princess of Avelie? The Last Human Princess?” Miranda nodded slowly.
“Pardon me princess, I didn't mean to yell at you before. My name is Arthur.”
“Oh no, I don't really need that mushy princess stuff at the moment. And it's alright. We need to find this person on this island that can help us get off.”
Arthur thought about it for a moment, then snapped his fingers.
“Oh sure, I know of someone here and I can take you to them. Follow me!” Arthur said as he lifted himself into the air.
His sides flattened, making him fly into the air.
“He's one of those flying squirrels.” Miguel added in, walking to her side.
“Let's go!” Miranda ordered as she ran after the flying squirrel, with Miguel following close behind.
They can hear the music getting louder.
“How can you trust this squirrel? How do you know he's not gonna lead you to the vampires?” Miguel questioned as they ran through the jungle.
“Does he look like the fellow that would work for Thanatos?” Miranda asked when Miguel looked over to his right, whispering, “Sort of...”
“What?” Miranda chimed in.
“Oh...uh...no he doesn't.” Miguel answered.
Miranda smirked, “That's what I THOOOOOUGHT!” her sentence ended when she and Miguel tripped over a log.
They looked up to find an old man sitting in a chair near a fire pit with a banjo in his arms.
He had a long white beard, pointed ears unlike the elves, a bald head, and a big, red nose.
Beside him was a large steamboat in a small river.
“You 'Kay there kiddies?” the old man asked as he stood up out of his chair and put his banjo aside.
“Yes sir, we're fine.” Miranda answered as the old man grabbed her hand and helped her up.
He then helped Miguel to his feet as well.
“What brings you kiddies all the way out here to this island?” The old man asked.
“It's a long story, but we came here for help. I have others waiting on the beach and one of them is exhausted.” Miranda explained when Arthur flew onto the old man's shoulder.
“Wait a tic, there's more of you?” Arthur question with a surprised tone in his voice.
“Oh and by the way, this is THE Miranda McLaura!”
The old man widened his eyes, “Well I'll be! HA HA! The Princess is here!” he danced in joy, when Miranda dug her face in her hand.
“I'm Grampy Miggins by the way.”
“Nice to meet you Grampy.” Miranda smiled.
She then looked to her left at the steamboat.
“You have a steamboat?” she questioned.
“Sure do, I got it when I was just 15 years old.”
“And how are you now?” Miguel questioned.
“A hundred and five.” Grampy answered when the two looked at each other with surprise.
“So you're the oldest person living?” Miranda questioned.
“Nah...I'm probably the third or fourth oldest. That vampire king is the oldest out of everyone, then there's that one lady, then the king's general, and then there's me.”
Miranda froze and swallowed hard, “And...do you happen to know...how old the vampire king is?”
“Don't know exactly, but I heard that he lived to be over 1800!”
Her eyes widened.
All of a sudden, she felt sweat falling down her forehead, her world was spinning, her stomach felt funny, and she couldn't stand up for very long.
“Miranda, are you okay?” Miguel asked as he held her up.
But then, the girl fell to the ground and fell unconscious.
“Guys, she's waking up!” Annie announced as everyone gathered around her.
Miranda fluttered her eyes open to find her friends' smiling faces.
“What happened?” she asked as she lifted herself from the bed.
Grampy walked into the room while washing a plate with a rag, “You fainted 'cause of the lack of food in yer system.”
“When was the last time we ate?” Sonny questioned, looking to his left to Annie.
“The Tea Shop...”
“We were technically drinking there. The last time we ate was at the birthday party.” Sierra corrected.
“Which was like a week ago...” she finished.
“Where's Sam? Is he alright?” Miranda asked.
“He's just relaxing on another bed next to yours.” Giles replied, pointing to a sleeping Sam.
Miranda sighed in relief, “I'm glad everyone is alright.”
“I got some chicken and fish cookin' in the oven for everyone, and as soon as it's done, you can wake up sleepin' beauty over there. A couple friends of mine will be here shortly to bring in more food.”
“Thank you so much for your hospitality, Grampy.” Miranda thanked as she pushed her covers out of the way.
“Eh no problem, kid.” Grampy smiled, “By the way, what brings you kiddies all the way to this island?”
“We were on our way to the nearest docks to England so we could get to Siberia from there. But we got attacked by Blackbeard and-” Miranda explained when Grampy raised his hand, gesturing the princess to be quiet.
“You don't need to explain anymore of this, I understand your story fully.” Grampy said when suddenly, he heard the screeching sound of a tea kettle in the kitchen.
“Oh, that must be my tea kettle!” Quintin ran out the bedroom door and scurried to the kitchen.
“And perhaps the food,” Grampy ran out as well.
“I call the chicken leg!” Everyone else ran out as well, except for Miranda, Marcy, and the sleeping Sam.
Miranda and Marcy glanced at each other with confused expressions on their faces.
All of a sudden, they could hear voices coming from outside of the boat.
Miranda poked her head out the window, then did Marcy, “Over there,” Marcy pointed to a group of shadowy silhouettes emerging from the jungle.
Marcy observed at the silhouettes until she got a clear image of them, then noticed that each of them had fangs sticking out of their mouths, “Vampires!” Marcy gasped quietly as Miranda placed a finger over her mouth; gesturing her to be quiet, and hid under the window.
“Vampires?! How many are there?” Miranda questioned as she looked up at the window.
Marcy took a deep breath before answering, “I didn't see them quite clearly, but I have to guess that there are three of them walking this way.”
“Are they Thanatos's soldiers? If they are, what the hell are they doing on this island?”
“I'm not too sure.”
“Wait, did Grampy say something about having a couple of people over?” Miranda asked when Marcy slowly nodded.
Miranda looked out the window, “Hmm...it looks like the vampires are carrying something with them.”
“Dead bodies of Grampy's friends no doubt.” Marcy looked out the window beside Miranda.
Miranda squinted her eyes at the vampires, they were going to the boat's entrance.
“They're coming this way!”
“We have to take some action now before they hurt everyone.” Marcy said when she looked up at Miranda, “You think we can handle them?”
“You bet.” Miranda smiled as she began to climb out the window, while Marcy leaped out.
They landed in front of the vampires, then aimed their weapons at them.
“Don't take anymore steps on this boat.” Miranda commanded as she took out her sword and pointed it at the vampires.
There was only silence.
“That was an order, not a suggestion!” Marcy yelled as she aimed her rifle at one of the vampires.
“Well boys...” the short vampire in the middle began, “Looks like we have to fight our way in.”
The vampires put the supposed bodies aside, and clenched their fists.
They then jumped into the air and attacked the two girls.
Punches were thrown at each other, and kicks as well.
They beat each other up black and blue until Grampy, Arthur, and Quintin ran outside to find the commotion.
Grampy yelled at the top of his lungs, “What in tar nation is goin' on out here?!”
The five stopped fighting to look up at the old man with surprised looks.
“THEY STARTED IT!” the vampires pointed at the girls.
“No, you attacked Grampy's friends and killed them, then you were gonna attack Grampy!” Marcy yelled back at them.
“Look, there are the bodies!” Miranda pointed to the supposed bodies in the shadows.
When Quintin shown a light on the object, it was revealed to be piles of fruits and vegetables.
Miranda stammered in confusion, “But...I...”
Marcy blushed in embarrassment, “If those aren't dead bodies, then are you...?”
“We're friends of Grampy.” a tall vampire answered with glee.
Miranda stood up, “I'm so sorry for attacking you, and making false accusations about you.” “As am I.” Marcy added.
“We're very sorry too. We thought you had Grampy trapped and we didn't know what was happening until you guys came along. I guess the jokes are on us as well.” the short vampire apologized.
“Since you guys got off on the wrong foot, the way we can fix this problem is not only by introduce each other, but to explain what's goin' on before you guys decided to accuse each other.” Arthur reassured.
Miranda and Marcy glanced at each other before looking back at the three vampires.
“In that case,” Miranda began as she held out her hand to the vampires, “I'm Miranda McLaura, and beside me is my friend, Marcy Xyloto.”
The three vampires then gasped in amazement, dropping to their knees, and bend their bodies forward, as if they were bowing to her.
“The princess is here!” the tall vampire with orange skin and large jaw said.
“At last, we have a saviour to protect us from the vampire king.” the short vampire added, when Miranda suddenly froze from where she was standing.
“Yeah,” the third vampire with pale blue skin and pointed chin agreed.
Miranda's mind went blank for that moment...
“She's the one that held off Count Thanatos...” that is what she remembered a person said back in Botta Hill.
“She's my hero.” she heard a child's voice in her mind.
But the last voice hit her like an arrow, “We will show her support as we did the queen in the past.”
There was silence within her mind...
“A saviour? Their only hope to stop Thanatos from reigning anymore terror? Is that what everyone sees me as?” She questioned herself, before taking a deep breath.
“I'm no saviour...those innocent people put their trust within my hands...and I abandoned them when they needed my help most.” Miranda noticed tears within her eyes.
“And worst of all,” she whimpered, almost crying within herself, “Those innocent people from the massacre were killed ten years ago, and I was too young and weak to do anything to help them. My mother's blood was on the lips of Thanatos, and I didn't do anything to stop him. Uncle Al...Catty...I watched them die in my arms when I should've helped them fight their battles. No...they were all my battles.”
It was when Marcy inadvertently made her snap out of it by a single tap on the shoulder.
“You know, these guys go way beyond our expectations, now don't they?” Marcy smiled at Miranda when she put on a fake smile.
“Yeah, maybe they're not that bad after all.” Miranda complimented.
“Hey Grampy! The food's getting cold.” Sonny interrupted as he ran outside of the boat.
Then he turned his attention to the three vampires, “Who are they?” he asked.
“Oh...we haven't introduced ourselves yet, have we? My name is Movan, and these two are my older brothers, Marco,” the short vampire pointed to his brother with the large jaw, “and Flea.” he then pointed to the pale blue skinned vampire, who happened to be picking his nose.
“Um hello, our delicious, wonderful food is getting cold.” Sonny yelled the group.
“Right, we're coming.” Miranda replied, wearing the same fake smile.
“Okay boys, bring in the fruits and vegetables.” Grampy ordered as the three did so.
As Miranda walked behind her peers when she frowned from what she thought about moments ago.
Beside her, Marcy could sense sadness in Miranda's eyes and soul.
“This is unlike her, what happened?” Marcy questioned herself as she looked away.