The Munster Legacy: Generation 3.4 – Into The Night
Hello all, and welcome back to the Munster Legacy. For those of you not in the know, this lovely lady here is Meadow
Munster-Enriquez, AKA Satan.
In the last chapter Liam and Jasmine kept up with being the new heads of the family, and their eldest child Lucille
became a very talkative toddler. They gave birth to another little girl named Vivian but still were trying for the boy they
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to everyone else, Meadow, pictured above, had escaped from prison after learning that she
was going to age and die, and was headed directly for the house.
Liam layed down his eldest daughter in her crib. It had been a long day, but a good one. He
thought they were all due for some much needed rest.
"Come on, Lucy. Time to go to sleep for the night."
"No buts about it, miss. Bedtime was 2 hours ago."
"Alright, I've got the larger whiny one. Have you got the small gooey one then?"
Jasmine placed Vivian in the crib they had set up opposite of their older daughter for her
"Sure do, dad. Say, do you think this one is going to look anything like me? Lucy is a lost
"I'd wager anyone could look more like you than Lucy does. But does it matter? I'm sure
she'll be gorgeous either way. I mean, look at her parents."
Jasmine just laughed. "Come on, then. Let's get back to bed for mommy and daddy alone
time. It's not like we have the option to stop anyway.."
Over at a house just minutes down the road, while others were putting people to bed and
saying goodnight, some were just starting their day.
"Ronan, I didn't hear you get up. Why didn't you come and say anything?"
Ronan stared blankly out the window in the direction of the Legacy house with a look
Marylin had never seen before on his face.
"I'm sorry. It's just I woke up with the strangest feeling. Something is amiss."
"Amiss? What do you mean? You have to a bit more clear than that."
Ronan knew however he said this, it was going to sound odd, so he went ahead.
"It's a hard thing to explain to a mortal, but when you've been around as long as I have,
you have a sense of these type of things. Change is coming for your family, Marylin. I
don't know if it is good or bad, but something big is on the horizon."
Marylin blinked and nodded slowly. "Well, I really don't know what to say to that at the
moment. I believe you, but let's go get a bite to eat before you make me think about this
any more, alright?"
If Ronan had looked out of the window a few minutes longer, he would have seen
something that confirmed everything he felt. He would have seen a figure walking up
towards the house that they hadn't been to nor were any welcome at in many, many years.
Meadow started right ahead at the door and at the towering building in front of her. It had
changed. Everything about the house was always changing while she had stayed the
same. They'd thought locking her up would change her, but it wouldn't. Not if she didn't
She was going to have to get in fairly quickly. The snow was beginning to pile up on the
ground below her, and when you were a escaped convict, stopping for shoes wasn't
exactly an option.
She couldn't go through the door, no, that would never be an option for her. That door had
been closed to her almost 40 years ago.
Plus, she was certain that the same high class, fancy security system that had been right
next to it then was still there to this day.
This had been a bedroom. She remembered Barty and Abe's stupid bearded dolt of a
father and his dull mother retreating to it at the end of Barty's wedding for lord only knows
what reasons. She almost vomitted then and thinking about it almost made her vomit now.
All she needed to do was climb through the window and..
She was in.
Now she just had to gather her thoughts and figure out where she was. This clearly was
not the same room it had been.
"Ok, now I really am going to hurl. Portraits? Really? And get over yourself, Barty, your
nose isn't that small."
She had to get out of this room. There had to be a room somewhere around here with
people in it. And when she got there, they were going to die. No more games. She'd had
enough of planning, enough plotting.
It was time for them to go.
Everything had gotten bigger. Everything except her. While they got to flourish, she had
nothing. Not even a chance. All she had was the knowledge that she didn't have to waste
away like all of them eventually did.
And now, even that was gone. They expected her to rot away quietly in a cell. No, not
now, not ever.
She found the first door she could, and walked in.
Oh, this was rich.
Lucy couldn't sleep. Her daddy had told her to, but she slept for a few hours and wasn't
tired anymore. She could yell around and mommy and daddy would come eventually, but
she didn't think that would be nice to her new little sister. She needed sleep too. Plus, she
figured someone would come to see her eventually anyway.
See, there was someone now!
She didn't recognize this lady, but she was very pretty and had pretty hair, so she was
going to talk to her.
"Well, aren't you precious. My name is Meadow, little lady. What's yours?"
"I'm Lucy. That's Vivy."
Both girls. Both of these children were girls. Meadow remembered old conversations in
her head of Abe telling her how his father, for reasons unbeknownst to everyone else, had
thought that this was still the 1800s and had firmly stated that only males could carry on
the next generation in the main house.
Well, that was good. She wouldn't have to murder any children today.
"Come here, Lucy, let's talk."
"Hmm? What now?"
"You're absolutely adorable. You know, I never had any kids. I would have liked to, but the
guy I wanted to marry didn't want to have babies with me, he wanted to have babies with
some weird looking lady."
"Why not? You pretty, Meadow."
"Well, thank you. Nobody has called me anything nicer than things like "Miss Crazy" or
"Super Wacko" for a long, long time."
Leave it to a 3 year old to make her feel more wanted than she had in well, ever. .. Was
Tosha had always been a light sleeper. She'd always known when someone was awake
when they weren't supposed to be. And she was always certain to close the nursery door
before she went to bed at night.
So why wasn't it closed tonight?
"Lucy, honey? Are you awake in there?"
"Go to sleep, Lucy. When you wake up, it'll all be over, alright?"
".. You. Why are you here? How are you here?"
"Tosha, my old buddy. How nice to see you. It's a long, long story. Me and Lucy were just
getting to know each other."
"Get away from her and get out of my house. I'm telling you, not asking you."
"Oh, wow. You got really old. That's going to make what I'm about to do a LOT easier."
Tosha barely had time to turn around before the now decades younger woman grabbed
"Oh, are you going somewhere? I think not."
"Let me go, now! I'm not a threat to you anymore!"
Within seconds, she was on the ground under the woman that had haunted her nightmares
"Please, not in the nursery, not here, anywhere else, not here.."
"Do you think I care, you ugly, old HAG!"
Meadow punctuated the end of her sentence with an incredibly hard punch right to several of Tosha's
Tosha wasn't young anymore, she couldn't withstand something like this. After the first punch, she felt
sick. After the second, she felt something crack.
"Someone, anyone, HELP!!!"
And then, as quickly as she started it, Meadow ended it. She kicked the much older
woman in the head as hard as she could, before anyone even had the chance to answer
her cries for help.
"That took way longer than I expected. Good job, old woman. Now, there's just one more
grandparent to take care of."
She could hear rustling in the next room. Someone was stirring. Time to move on.
He'd be upstairs. The one that started it all would be upstairs.
Footsteps. She heard more footsteps. She had to get up the stairs fast or she'd be seen.
Liam bolted out of his door, half asleep, frazzled, but sure of one thing. He'd heard his
mother, and something bad had happened.
"Mom? I'm coming mom, where are you?"
"What's going on, Liam?"
He was right. Something horrible had happened in this room.
"Mom?.. Mommy? Can you hear me? Who did this?"
She wasn't moving, not at all. Was she even breathing?
He straitened her out and laid her head to the side. A pulse. She had a pulse. Oh, thank
everything for small miracles.
"Liam, I think someone is upstairs.
"Listen, Jasmine. I want you to look after my mom and make sure Lucy and Vivian are ok.
I'm going upstairs. I don't know what's going to happen, but promise to look after them."
Liam ran. He ran towards the staircase that led upstairs. Dad was upstairs, and someone
else was too. Someone that had hurt his mother in front of his own children. Someone
that had tried to hurt him and his sister and his cousin. Someone who'd hurt so many
people in his family in so many different ways.
One way or another, it ended. Tonight.
Barty shifted around in his bed, jostled from his normally very heavy sleep. What was all
that noise? And why was his bed so empty?
Where was his wife? He'd always woke up several hours before her because of work, but
she wasn't in bed today. This wasn't right.
And now someone was at his door.
"... Get out."
Meadow smiled. She hadn't expected anything more from someone who hadn't liked her
right off the bat to begin with.
"Barty, that's not a nice way to welcome company. And here I was about to tell you much
better you aged than your wife. A bit grayer and a few inches shorter, but that's about it."
"Where is she? What did you do to her?"
This woman didn't budge. He was absolutely certain that she literally did not have a soul.
"Oh, we had a nice talk. Caught up on some things while she introduced me to the
grandchildren. It was such a shame she had to go."
"Now it's YOUR turn."
Barty tumbled back desperate to catch his balance as Meadow caught him off guard,
pushing as hard as she could. He was certainly in better shape than his wife, but he was
no young man.
Liam raced up the stairs, as fast as his legs would carry him. As he raced he heard
noises, he heard talking, and then he heard a thump.
Something was threatening his father. His father who'd protected this house and this
family for almost 40 years alongside his mother.
Now it was his turn to protect them.
In Barty's eyes, there was an emotion that was rarely seen on his face. The last time he
remembered feeling like this was 10 years ago, when he'd thought his children were going
That emotion he was feeling was terror. Not for himself, but for his wife. She'd gotten to
her already. All that he could hear was Meadow's words repeating through his head.
"It's such a shame she had to go."
"Oh, that's quite the look you've got going there. It looks familiar. Oh, right. That's what
the old lady's face looked like before I kicked it in. ... Hey, what's that noise?"
"Dad, leave, NOW."
Liam burst through the door, heading strait for the women that had put his mother in the
state she was.
"Downstairs, mom, GO."
Barty climbed to his feet as fast is his legs would let him. She was alive. He had to get to her.
"Hurt my mother, will you?"
Liam lunged. Meadow ducked. She wasn't ready to face him, not yet. She needed more than
her bare hands for this one.
Liam threw her as hard has he could, with intent to hurt. He'd always been told never to hit a
lady, but this was different. This was not a lady, this was a monster in a dress.
She fell to the ground hard, unable to catch herself.
She hadn't counted on the little redheaded brat growing up so smart and strong. He was a
rather dull, skinny teenager, but apparently that had changed.
She had to get out. She downed one, the rest would have to wait for another day. And with
that kid between her and the door, there was only one way.
So she dove.
A mile away in a place overlooking the entire city, disturbances hadn't gone unnoticed. Abe
stood out on his lawn, looking down to the city where he could faintly see several sirens going
up and down roads, and could hear them blaring.
"What are you doing in the middle of the night out here, Abe?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Hey, I have my excuses. Thomas needed his 3 AM bottle."
"There's cop cars everywhere down there, Kate. I counted about 6 of them. In a town this size
that's basically every police man. They're going down every street, back and forth."
"That's weird. You reckon that they're looking for someone?"
"Oh, trust me. I know they're looking for someone, and I have a bad feeling about who it is.
Come on, let's get in side. It's too cold out here."
On the roof of the Legacy house, Meadow regained her bearings.
There was little time to waste. She had to find a safe place to get off.
No, she wasn't getting away that easy. Liam went up to the window careful to avoid the glass
that she'd spread everywhere on her way out.
Nothing. Not a soft landing in site. The only thing on this side of the roof was the hard frozen
ground and the jagged metal of a half used energizer.
Liam tumbled out on to the iced over roof, trying his best not to slip. She had to do this while
he wasn't wearing shoes, didn't she?
Meadow just smiled. "I guess you've decided to join me for some fresh air, then?"
Liam crawled towards her trying to regain his balance. One push. All it would take would be
one push and.. no, he couldn't push her. That would be murder, wouldn't it?
"You're not leaving this place on your own free will, Meadow. Not while I'm here."
Meadow turned around with surprising ease, bolting towards him.
Downstairs, away from the fight, Jasmine sat in confusion, trying to contemplate all that had
"Barty, what's happening? Liam's told me about what's happened in the past with your family..
Was this her?"
Barty barely heard her over all the thoughts going through his head, coupled by the pounding
headache that had developed when his head hit the floor earlier, but managed to give an
"Yes, that was her.. Meadow. I don't even know how she's here. She was locked up, locked
up for almost 10 years."
"Either way, it's not the how that's important.. But I think Tosha's going to make it through this.
Jasmine, thank you for staying with her."
"She'd have done the same for me, I think. We're family, all of us."
Up on the roof, Liam barely had time to dodge to the side as the crazy redheaded witch dove
towards her. It was all he could do to force himself to jump out of the way.
"Oh, gosh. Looks like you missed."
Meadow had tripped and slid to the ground, barely able to catch herself before the roof stopped
and dropped off steeply to the ground below.
"You.. you think this is so amusing. Through everything you just keep joking. My life isn't
If Meadow had been thinking strait, which she never was, she would have just gone back
inside and made a run for it. But all she could think was how to get rid of this man. This man
who hadn't died when he was supposed to nearly 10 years ago, and even now through
everything appeared to be toying with her.
She had to push him off. That was the only way to get rid of him.
Liam climbed up after her as she tried to make her to the highest point of the house.
'Oh, yeah, I find your constant torture of my family really funny. Silly Meadow, what is she
gonna plan next?"
For a second, it looked like Meadow was finally going to go in for the kill, but she stopped.
".. Planned. You think I planned all this? Let me tell you a story, Liam."
Well, now he was just confused.
"Alright then, go ahead."
"This story starts with a little girl who wanted to grow up to a be a teacher, and to have a family.
See, she didn't have much family, or at least not much family that cared. So, when I.. I mean,
when she grew up, she saved up every penny and went to college. There, she met some
For the first time in over 40 long years, Meadow's face showed something that could actually
honestly be sadness.
"Everyone always followed these people around, hanging on their every word. They were
loved, and she wanted to be loved and worshiped like they were. She didn't know what else to
do but to try her hardest to be a part of what they were. But it didn't work. And then they just
laughed at her."
"So slowly, little by little, she lost it. She couldn't do anything but try to make them feel as
insignificant as she felt. Then, as nothing worked, as everything just kept falling apart, she just
kept going down and down into insanity. Before she knew it, she was breaking the hearts of
perfectly good men and trying to hurt innocent teenagers. She'd long forgotten the why and it
just became about getting the job done."
Liam had been listening, and for a second, he almost felt something that could be sympathy.
"You forgot the part where you practically kill my 60 year old mother."
And then, for just a moment, he let the cool act go.
"You could still stop, Meadow. I'll help you."
Meadow looked right at Liam, and smiled what looked like a genuine smile.
"You're kind, but I'm far beyond your help. And.. I think I stopped caring many years ago. Plus,
how could I stop now? I've already gone this far, what's a little further? That's why I have to do
And that's when she lunged. Liam barely had time to think, let alone act. So he just did what
he had been doing.
He dodged, almost slipping and falling, but lucky enough to catch himself on the brick wall that
held his parent's bedroom.
"Meadow! You're going to..."
Liam ran as fast as he could as Meadow lost her step, desperately trying to find something,
anything to grab onto on the now iced over roof. He tried to grab her...
But he couldn't.
She fell. It wasn't a long fall, and not one that would normally even hurt that much, but in her
desperation to prevent it, she'd ended up going down in a very awkward position.
She fell, and fell, and Liam watched as it seemed like forever until her neck slammed down full
force into the hurdle of the obstacle course that had been there since before he was even born,
making a more sickening thud than Liam had ever heard in his life.
And then her body slumped onto the ground, motionless.
Liam stood at the edge of the roof, horrified, and unable to do anything but stare down in
horror. He waited, waited for any sign of movement at all, but there was nothing.
So he went back into the house and ran, ran throughout it as fast as his very frozen legs would
He ran back out into the snow, onto the ice cold ground, desperate to get to her, to do
And finally, he reached her. Meadow was still on the ground, the same position she'd been
when she'd first landed, a small amount of snow now covering her body, and her head turned
at the most unnatural angle that he'd ever seen.
Liam felt as if he was going to vomit.
He leaned down and put his hand on her. She wasn't moving. She wasn't breathing. She
didn't even have a pulse.
She was dead.
That's when he heard Jasmine coming. She must have heard him go outside and come to
see what was wrong.
What was he going to tell her? What was he supposed to do?
"Liam, I heard noise and.. what's going on?"
"We.. we fought. We kept fighting and then I didn't know what to do. So I moved out of the
way and.. I tried to catch her. I.."
And for the first time since almost 10 years ago, when the same woman that was now lying
lifeless on the ground in front of her had almost killed him, Liam broke down.
"I'm not a murderer. I'm not."
Jasmine didn't even know what to think. She'd never even met Meadow, and only heard stories of the
horrible stories she'd done. She didn't understand how he could feel bad that this horrible woman wasn't
going to hurt them anymore, but he did. So she stayed with him.
"I wanted her gone, but I didn't want her to die."
"It's alright Liam. It's going to be alright."
And they stood there, for several minutes, until the cold finally became too much and they headed inside.
Liam barely had time to get dressed before the police finally showed up.
Since the only other people to see Meadow were a baby, a toddler, and a currently
unconscious woman being loaded into an ambulance, he was the one that had to deal with all
"Alright, so you have no history of mental imbalance, violence..."
"I told you, no. I don't have a history of anything, Officer Love. It was an accident, I tried to
He once again felt like he was going to burst into tears.
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry. Here, let me give it to you straight. I believe you, and truthfully, I'm
only doing this because it's standard procedure.
It's very unlikely that any charges or crimes of any kind are going to be put on your record, due
to Meadows obvious.. issues, past criminal record, and the fact that the body simply looks like
it just fell. There won't be any charges from any family either. Looking at her records, she's an
only child, her parents are long gone, and her ex husband is your uncle."
Liam cringed at the word body. He wished they'd stop using it. He just nodded while he
listened to everything she had to say.
"Thank you.. But I could have done something. She was evil, disgusting, and horrible but.. I
don't want anyone to die."
"Hey, if it makes ya feel any better, our crime scene officers out there said it's likely she died as
soon as her neck cracked up against that thing and went kersplat!"
Liam felt himself choke on a little more of that vomit he'd been holding back for awhile now.
"Now Jasmine, you said you were with the rest of the family for the majority of the incident, so I
think we've got all we need from you. We're going to get your mother in law down to the
hospital now so they can make sure she's alright."
The family spent a lot of the next few days in and out of the hospital.
Tosha woke up, eventually, and was more than willing to tell everyone exactly what happened,
while Liam sat horrified, listening to how that woman had touched his children.
As for Tosha herself, the doctor said that the concussion and the bruised ribs would go away.
Regarding the cracked hip, it would heal, but he said that she'd more than likely have issues
with walking in the future. Tosha was determined to prove differently.
Barty stood on the phone where he'd been for several hours now, as relative after relative
made their daily call to bother him and ask if anything had changed.
"I'm fine, Jackie, it's just a few bruises. Your mother is recovering well, the doctors say they
might let her out later today.
Jackie had been one of the most frequent callers to the room.
"Alright dad, if you're sure you're fine. But just give me the word and I'll be there right away."
"I told you before, your getting good grades is more important than visiting every day. You
should get to class. Alright, goodbye."
"That girl is such a good daughter, Tosha. I bet she's sitting down with a nice book at her class
Liam meanwhile, was having a chat with his mother now that she was feeling in more of a
"Thank you for protecting the kids like that, mom. I wish I'd have been there for you sooner."
He couldn't believe how much older his mother looked right now, but she still managed to
"You did great, Liam. You always do great. Please stop beating yourself up about it, nothing
that happened was your fault."
"I know, mom. But nobody deserves to die, regardless."
As awkward as the conversation was, Liam was a bit sad when it was cut short once again by
the phone ringing.
"Ugh, I swear, if that's Abe telling me he has a feeling like he's lost something very important
"Hello.. Ronan? What are you doing up right now? It's 8:30 AM, get back in bed before you
roast... Huh? "
Barty's eyes lit up for the first time since all of this had happened.
"Marylin what? That.. that's great. Let me tell everyone, now get in that coffin of yours before
I've got a pile of ash for a son in law."
The Munster Family, with all the horror that had surrounded them, finally had some happy news again. They'd conquered
a battle that had been going for 40 years, and at least one enemy wouldn't bother them anymore. In the pit of Liam's
heart though, somehow he knew that things would never be over, and he didn't think he'd ever be the same after what
But for now, things were finally at peace.
That's where I have to leave you for this chapter. One way or another, I think the mob is coming for me now. Hopefully
it's not the angry mob! Catch you all next chapter where we actually make some progress in the timeline, deal with the
impact of what has happened, Lucy and Vivian will get older, and there will be more babies, for sure. See ya later!