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Lincoln had made some interesting accomplishments. He had managed to keep his sisters nice and completely comfortable on a family camping trip, survived in the wild with nothing but advice from his sisters, and even managed to teach Leni Loud how to drive. But now he was being faced with the ultimate task: making a comic book that would make his spooky sister smile.

This monumental task came to him a few weeks ago when he had been excited to show his newest creation with his sisters. While each of them read with an interested or excited look, Lucy just read in her usual dower expression. He knew it wasn't due to a dislike of his comic but seeing even one of his sisters not smiling while reading made him feel a bit disappointed. He realized that while his sisters may enjoy his L-Force comics, they all had their preferred genres and nothing would change that. Not being satisfied with her response, he decided that he had no choice. And thus Operation Think Of A Great Spooky Comic Book For Lucy That Will Make Her Actually Smile And Also Think Of A Shorter Name For This Operation was born.

From the moment the idea came into his head Lincoln knew this would not be easy. There were very few things in the world that managed to make Lucy Loud smile. On that incredibly short list was spooky things, her Edwin bust, and, on very rare occasions, her siblings. Not only that but Lucy's macabre stories weren't exactly Lincoln's forte. While he had an interest in ghosts and was a massive AAARGGHH Fan, Lucy's specific type of scary was one he didn't try to delve into. The closest he had come was his single viewing of the harvester, something that still sometimes drove him have to ask one of his older sisters if he could sleep in their room. Needless to say coming up with something she personally would like was not something he could likely attempt.

After spending hours racking his brain for ideas, all he could really come up with was to have the story be about vampires. Realizing he might need some help with this, he decided to go to Clyde for help.

After explaining his situation to him, Clyde thought it over for a few minutes before saying. "I think you might not be going about this the right way Lincoln."

Lincoln Frowned. "What do you mean?" Lincoln asked, defensively. He had been thinking long and hard on how this.

"Well, instead of thinking mostly about spooky stuff maybe you should try thinking more about Lucy."

That made him think. While he knew he didn't know everything about them, he liked to think he was a bit of an expert when it came to his sisters. So, he sat their and thought. What did he know about Lucy?

The first thing that came to mind was that she was constantly gloomy, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that wasn't quite right. While Lucy favored dark colors and had a different idea of fun than most of her other siblings, she still felt emotion just like anybody else. If anything she she might have felt it more than anyone else, she simply poured all her feelings into her poetry. He knew she hated how she was seemingly invisible in the house and could still remember how happy she was when everyone else lost their voice and she was finally able to make her opinions heard. Even though she acted cool and unflappable, she was still sensitive and secretly wanted people to like her for who she was. During the toilet clogging incident he had seen the side of Lucy that she kept hidden from everyone else: the fragile little 8 year old who was scared of people laughing at her.

Thinking over his new view of Lucy, Lincoln asked Clyde. "Do you have any comics or anything that's spooky and emotional?"

Clyde shook his head. "Spooky stuff isn't really my thing." Then he smiled slyly, his eyes narrowing. "But I might know someone who does..."

"You were wise to inquire with me on this topic." Said Haiku

Lincoln was surprised he hadn't thought of this before. Haiku, Lucy's friend from the dance, Clyde's kind-of date, and all around the second spookiest person he knew? It was so obvious.

"Yeah, so I was wondering if maybe you had something that was spooky and also sorta emotional?" He asked hopefully. "I need it for something i'm working on for Lucy."

Without so much as a blink (Or a breath) Haiku walked over to a large bookshelf and grabbed a stack of movies. She pressed them into his hands. "Let the words of Himothy Turton inspire and cause the words and images to pour from your soul."

OK, now he was getting creeped out. "Thanks Haiku." He said, quickly moving to run from the premises.

He had to admit, creepy and blank as she was, Haiku was right about the movies she gave him. Each one had tons of horror and dark colors, exactly what he would say was Lucy's ideal kind of movie, but they were also packed with feeling. Underneath the protagonists dark exterior and scary appearance were real people just trying to follow their dreams, find their place in the world, and just fit in with everyone else. It definitely felt like something Lucy would love, This Hurton guy had even made an old Ace Savvy Movie!

After finishing his movie marathon, Lincoln felt inspired. It was like watching those movies had opened up his mind and helped create an entire new realm of creativity. He had to go call Clyde He knew exactly what the comic book would be about.

Lucy Loud was spending her time like she usually did. Trying to contact the spirit world, thinking about the cruelty and unfairness of life, wondering if Lynn would ever stop bouncing her stupid ball against the roof.

She was broken from her depressing thoughts by the sound of something sliding under the door. Walking over, she saw it was a comic book with a pitch black cover bearing the picture of a female vampire sitting near a campfire and staring sadly into the flames. In blood red letters were the title: Vampiress.

Lynn stopped throwing her ball and walked over to her. "What's you got there Luce?" She asked curiously.

"It looks like one of Lincoln's comics." She responded. Upon closer examination the cover bore the Clincoln McLoud Logo, an orange C and black L together, in the upper left corner. Flipping it over, she saw that it had a post-it note saying FOR LUCY in big black marker." I guess it's for me."

Lynn smiled. "Well, it looks like Linc made it nice and scary for you."

"Yeah, I guess he did." Lucy said, shocked. She had no idea her brother was planning anything like this. She would definitely have to start on this-.

Lynn's ball began to pound on the ceiling again.

Or she could go read it somewhere else.

After retreating into the attic, Lucy began to read through the comic.

The story began in a little village in old Transylvania. Their was a small village and in that village was a small tribe of vampires. The vampires lived in peace with their human neighbors, gaining the blood they needed to survive from either donations from their neighbors, or from hunting small animals like deer. For time vampire and humans lived in peace and all was well.

But soon a group of vampire haters emerged. They despised all vampires simply for existing and wanted to exterminate all of them. So they came up with a plan. They caused a string of gruesome murders on some people in town and made it seem as if the vampires had done it for a free meal. Soon people became fearful. The group spread rumors that soon the vampires were tired of peace and planned to rise up against humans, turning them from fiend to food. The tension between vampires and humans eventually became so bad that one night, the humans of the city set fire to every known vampire home. Each vampire was burned to death in a tomb created from their own homes.

Except for one.

Unknown to anyone else their had been a relationship in town between a vampire man and a human woman. While vampires and humans were friends, relationships between the two were strictly forbidden, so they were forced to keep their love a secret. One day, the woman bore a child who was of both races, but by that point all the vampires had been wiped out and the woman hid her child for fear that she too would be executed.

And so the child grew. She was quite the unusual one. While other children's skin was pink and rosy her was pale and white, stinging slightly in the light of day. Where most other people's hair was brown, or yellow, her was as black as the night sky. Though she could eat human food, every night her mother would feed her a goblet of blood, procured from the local butcher.

She lived most of her life alone. She couldn't play with the other kids, fore her mother had warned her against it. Many in the town believed her to be some kind of freak. Whispers followed her wherever she wen't, commenting her strange behavior and appearance. By day she would wander the town and simply watch others enjoy life and by night would retire to her home, where her mother waited with her next meal. Every night she would pray for someone who would understand her so that she may no longer have to hide.

Then one day a miracle happened. While walking through the town she bumped into a young man. His hair was bright red and he carried himself throughout town with a mystified expression watching the people closely as she did.

He explained he was a traveling artist sketching the town and the moment his eyes fell on her he was amazed. He had never seen such an amazing being such as her before. Instead of finding her an oddity, he treated her as if she were a rare jewel or a fantastic piece of art. They spent the day walking throughout the town talking of their lives, him speaking of the places he had visited and her telling of her lonely life spent in the village. They spent so long talking, that the girl did not realize that the sun had gone down and it was time for her feeding. She bid the young artist a quick farewell, before returning home, but the artist, unable to simply let her go, followed her to her home and bore witness to her nightly ritual.

The girl and her mother were fearful. Since a young age the half-breeds mother had told her stories of what had become of her fathers kind and she knew what fate would befall her if her heritage ever came to the light of day. Bu amazingly the artist wasn't horrified, he was astounded. While he had heard tales of the vampire race, he had never seen one, and discovering her secret simply made her seem more incredible. He promised both the girl and her mother that they had nothing to fear from him, he would gladly keep their secret.

But unbeknownst to any of them, the group that had exterminated the vampires feared their were still more hiding among them and suspicious of the girl had often had their agents tail her. That night seeing the artist rush into the house, the agent had managed to sneak in and see the vampiress feeding. Finally having the evidence they needed, the group alerted the town to the halfling in their midst and once again had the entire town converge on the small home, armed with spear and fire.

Before they could, however, the artist ran before the mob and pleaded with them to stop. He showed them the girl and forced them to think one question.: Were they truly okay with killing an innocent girl simply for being what she was? Seeing the frightened face of the girl and realizing the atrocity they had almost committed, the mob dropped their weapons. One person however, still believing the groups message ran forward to try and spear her through the chest, but before he could the girls mother ran in front and took the weapon for herself.

The village held a funeral for the mother. The girl and the artist moved into her old home. The two prepared to journey out of the village, for while the girl was glad to no longer live in secret, they wished to find other creatures liker her.

After finishing the story Lucy was stunned. She'd admit she wasn't a huge fan of her brothers L-force comics. They often lacked the type of horror she usually searched for, but this was different. It had horror, drama, romance, and the two characters looked like a certain goth and redhead she happened to know very personally. She couldn't believe he had made something like this.

And he'd done it for her.

The next day at breakfast, Lincoln was struggling not to explode. He knew Lucy had gotten his comic and was waiting for the moment she would come down for breakfast. He had to see what her reaction was and every second she didn't come down he would drum his fingers quickly on the table.

Finally Lucy wandered down to the kitchen bearing the comic under her arm. She turned to look at him.

"So how was it?" He asked nervously. He could feel droplets of sweat leaking off his body like bullets. He had helped make that comic to the best of his and Clyde's abilities but in the end all that mattered was what Lucy thought of it.

Slowly a small grin began to spread out over Lucy's face. "It was really good, thanks Lincoln."

Though she said it with her usual monotone, in that moment she may as well have been jumping up and down with glee.

He did it.

I hope you all enjoy this first chapter. I'd planned for this series ever since I got the idea for Lincoln's origin and I have to say this may be the most insane thing i've ever written because it has a story withing another story. I hope you all like this and if not please let me know what could be better. I think next might be either Luna or Lisa.