Her name was Sussanna Spelstorm,and she was centuries undead.
For the last 50 years,she had slumbered in the mud of the swamp behind the mansion,onetime home of one of her american descendants.
Splelstorm Manor had been built on a rupture in the evolutionary stream which ran through the earth.
There were many such ruptures around the world.It's how the dinasaurs all wnt extinct.They all got turned into Telephone Booth Salesmen.
Once a coven of witches had possessed the one located at Devils Hole
Manor in England.
An accidental belch of the rupture at Devils Hole had turned her into this creature.Then it had gone dormant.
She had visited Pythos,Thebes,and all the other sites,but they were all dormant.
Then in 1702 she slid into the bilge of the Marye Quest and tried to control her appetite.
It was just outside of Cruegers Hill Massatuchets that the ship anchored.She slid out of the bilge waters and fed that night.
By the next morning the ship lay deserted.
She was a Spelstorm,and had instinctively headed for Spelstorm Manor.
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Sussanna had been dreaming.She was a normal english country lass and her lord was off to the crusades.
Then her servies were required.She was the guardian of humanity.The keeper of the gate.
Earths last best hope.
As the black demon rabbits hopped towards the mansion,as martians and xenomorphs and ghoulies and fanged teddy bears awakebned in the mansion,the rupture rumbled.
There was a clap of thunder and Sussanna Spelstorm leapt out of her muddy grave with a roar.
Twenty feet long,she leapt naked high in the air before she landed with a crounch on her hind legs.
Her eyes glowed red and her roar was one of both longing,lust pain and hunger as she swayed her curling tail and headed to the mansion.
Her clothes had long rotted away,and only a band of daisies which hung around her waist and a girdle of crocodile skulls supporting her bust adorned her humanoid crocodillian frame.
For a brief moment she considered fleeing to the town,and away from her destiny.