Of the Undead and Found Families

The bottom two floors and the basement housed the attraction, whilst the third floor was reserved for Frank and some of his more permanent guests, with a few cabins dotted round the back for overflow.

Frank dashed upstairs and grabbed a a large hand bell, he used it like a crier to gather everyone in the back of the house. This year had been particularly quiet so there was only about 12 of them, and most were familiar faces.
"Alright, most of you know the drill by now. Business is back so I'm announcing the cut off date. Anyone who is still here in three days has the stay till the season ends. There's alot to do and I can't be arsing around trying to keep track of whose coming and going all the time."
Frank could already take a guess about who would stay, and who would go. He didn't have any expectations of the pair of rather narcissistic Naiads, they'd only come to stay out the way of the campers in the summer. The Fey that had followed Lindsay would stay as long as she did, and she always helped through Halloween. She had a soft spot for kids. Frank left up the concealed stairs to the third floor. He needed a coffee and a cigarette.

He was leaning out the window watching the dusk paint the sky.
"You know those things'll destroy your lungs." Ray appeared next to Frank and took a cigarette from the box offered.
"Perks of being dead. You however still have a heartbeat."
"You're more likely to loose me to rabies than cancer." Ray eyed up a crushed hat slung in the corner.
"So what did Patrick do to warrant the murder of his sense of style?"
"Oh no, no its nothing Patrick did. It's just stress you know how it gets. And there's a group of Lycans coming through to take up some of the manual labour. I've gotta get them briefed, I've gotta get the winter stocks. We've still got to rebind Pat's wards..." Ray put his finger on Frank's lips and got swatted off.
"Yes, all the normal worries we deal with every year. And every year you stress out, spike your coffee and power through without taking it out on your friends. What's different?"
Frank laughed.
"I thought no one knew about my coffee." "You don't need heightens senses to smell it. Some days we wonder if you just switched the water out completely."
"I guess I'll have to change my tactics then." Frank lit another cigarette and with that the conversation was done. Frank wasn't going to open up. And they had to get ready for tonight.

Lindsay and the Fey were guides tonight, in matching witch costumes. Most of the staff just went with their natural forms if they weren't part of the themed rooms for the night, but Lindsay liked the costumes and it made the other fey even more excited to help. Frank was patrolling the hall of mirrors. Having no reflection made it even more fun spooking the guests. He didn't need a mirror to know he was frightening.

His skin was so pale it took on a bluish tinge, making his tattoos scream in contrast, his eyes shone a deep red, and his fangs so long and sharp they often cut his own lips if he wasn't careful. Frank thrived off the fear and excitement of the patrons. In his little bubble two worlds that daren't mix anywhere else came together and everyone loved it. Of course it was risky as hell but since Patrick had perfected the memory spells everyone was alot more relaxed. Frank was lurking near the exit when someone caught his eye.

There was nothing remarkable about them. Just an unkempt teenage boy But they looked very pale, and someone fainting always looks bad, so frank began to tail him. The more he watched the more he felt like something was wrong. The boy was very frightened,disoriented and seemed to be alone. Alarm bells were ringing in Frank's head. Normally signs like this meant drugs, and he didn't want police turning up and searching the place. Frank radioed in for the other staff to keep an eye on the kid as he went round and contact him immediately if anything happend.

Frank's hunch had been right. Something was off with the kid and he passed out in the human sacrifice room. They found him in the small gap between the wall and the altar. Swamped in a black trench coat the boy look small, fragile, being so pale he almost seemed like porcelain. It was only as frank tried to move him the smell hit. Blood.

Notes

AAAH second chapter Jeez.
The whole thing has been made a bit smother after finding I didn't have to completely hand transcribe my draft
And thanks for reading this far <3
luv u lots
Wren