The Family At 6969 Mockingbird Lane

Lightning crackles, the boom of thunder reverberating through the empty branches of the barren forest. Tumultuous waves crash upon the jagged rocks below the desolate cliff situated at the very ends of the earth, the ominous caw of ravens and howl of beasts calling out from the dense fog surrounding the lone, shadowy structure perched on the edge… It was an absolutely beautiful day.

The deafening gong of church bells shakes the manor, the grand, musty doors of each room slowly swinging open. “Rise and shine, everyone! Breakfast is almost ready~!” A soft, sultry voice rings out shortly after. Lilith was always the first out of her coffin. The voluptuous vampire queen’s curvy body sways as she floats from counter to table, setting breakfast down for everyone as they come down to join her.

Fred slowly lumbers up from the lab, grunting as he stumbles into the kitchen, his seat bending under him as he collapses into his chair. Lilith leans in to give her husband a brief peck on his cold, clammy cheek, setting a steaming plate of… meats… down before him. Lilith softly dabs the grease and oil dripping from the bolts and screws jutting from her husband’s head, though her attention snaps immediately to her son as he pounces down the stairs to join them.

Lowell snarls as his fuzzy little figure is immediately snapped up and smothered between his mother’s monstrous, pale melons. “Good morning, baby~! How’d you sleep…?” She purrs, smothering him in generous kisses until he worms his way out with a primitive grunt. He was too hungry to humor his mother right now, his tail wagging as he hops up onto his seat and digs his fangs into the hunk of…. meat, on his plate… He wasn’t really one for conversation, though neither was his father…

Kiya is the last out of her room, her bandages loosely draped around her tan, slightly greenish-hued body, wobbling into the kitchen with her Grandma Lucille. They both had to dig themselves up in the morning so they were usually up last, though Lucille at least had the decency to throw a robe on before coming down. Kiya’s glittering tiara, adorned with snakes and jackals, was all she ever wore besides the pale bandages that wrapped her body, though the crooked strands now only really covered the… sensitive parts.


“Oh, Mother, would you help me set the table?” Lilith sighs, stirring a large pot of… meats. Lucille cackles, grabbing a couple plates. “Still relying on me after all these years, eh~?” The old witch grins wryly at her daughter, Lilith rolling her eyes. Her mother hadn’t aged a day since she first died. She looked more like Lilith’s older sister than her mother, kept young by witchcraft, her body immortalized in death… And yet she always had to pull the age card. They were all a couple of millennia old for the most part.

Before long the table is all set, the family all digging in to their plates of… dubious meats. All but Lilith herself, her lips pressed to a tall glass of deep red blood, leaving a black lipstick mark on the rim as she takes a sip. She was trying to watch her weight. Immortality didn’t guarantee a healthy weight. She didn’t want to wind up like Grandpa Alfred. Lucille was still very distraught about him…

“Any exciting plans for today…?” Lilith coos, her eyes softly looking over her colorful, loving family… All of them sort of half-nod as they stuff their faces. She smirks, licking her plump, black lips… She knew she had plans. What the rest of them did with their time was no matter to her, as long as she got to have her fun… She was so… So… Thirsty...