About
He is 43 years old, one third boy, one third bat and one third vampire. Created on October 30th, 1963, he came to be when a drunk vampire, in bat form, was flying out of control and an innocent boy just playing in his backyard thinking about the great Halloween night to come, crashed into each other and the result was "Dracubat"!
Stories
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3
Jun
The trip approaches
Dracubat begins packing immediately. Bullet scurries about gathering some capes and a few outfits that Dracubat might need, especially if he has to go undercover. “Master, should I pull the red and black cape for you?” Dracubat looks at Bullet as if seeing him for the first time. He tries to hide the fact that he is nervous. “Of course, Bullet. That’s a great idea. Just in case something. . .” But he cannot bring himself to finish his thought. Bullet stares at his master wide eyed and runs off to retrieve the cape. Dracubat feels a lump in his throat.
