This little ficlet is a what-if type of story
Characters (c) Cosgrove Hall Story (c) to me, Steffie
Enjoy ^_^
Blood On My Hands
No, it couldn't be! It was impossible. Dr. Von Goosewing could not have...no, not like this! Count Duckula's entire body shook in shock and terror.
Dr. Von Goosewing had charged into the castle, and had tried to kill Count Duckula with his latest invention. The gander had somehow knocked both Nanny and Igor out with his stun gun. The doctor then chased the mallard throughout the castle. Each shot almost struck Duckula, yet they all missed. One shot did fry his tail feathers and the other sliced a part of his cape off.
Count Duckula, out of desperation, climbed out of the window and onto the rooftop, yet Dr. Von Goosewing had followed him. The mallard still dodged the shots the gander had fired. What happened next was a grave mistake. When Duckula was cornered by Goosewing, he leap-frogged over the doctor to escape. The mallard's action had caused the vampire hunter to lose his footing. Dr. Von Goosewing had somersaulted off the roof. The mallard tried to catch the gander, but he was too late. Duckula winced when he realized the doctor would crash hard onto the ground below. That was quite a long way down...
The mallard teleported himself onto the ground. He was met with the one sight he never wanted to see. There on the ground was the still form of his nemesis. His heart thumped in fear as he ran up to the fallen doctor. He noticed blood trickle down the doctor's temple. Despite how the sight made him feel ill, Duckula tried to stop the bleeding by using both hands, yet he realized the bleeding had stopped. The vampire realized something that he hadn't noticed before. The gander's neck was positioned in an angle not possible when one's neck wasn't broken.
Count Duckula sobbed. What had he done? Dr. Von Goosewing had died because the fall had broken his neck. The mallard had not heard his servants approached him from behind as their Master mumbled under his breath as he stared at his hands that were covered in crimson-red blood. Both servants realized that the words their Master repeated over and over had a double meaning when they noticed the dead body of Dr. Von Goosewing.
"Blood...blood on my hands." Duckula mumbled the words as tears streamed down his cheeks.
The End
