This little ficlet is a what-if type of story
Characters (c) Cosgrove Hall Story (c) to me, Steffie
Enjoy ^_^
Envy
Dr. Von Goosewing stared at Castle Duckula with pure fury. Pure fury was soon replaced with sorrow and loneliness as he stared at the castle from the entrance of the cave, which was also his lab. The gander sat down, and hugged his knees close to his chest and rested his chin on his knees.
"Eet really izn't fear, Heinrich! I am a wampire hunter, a protector of zhe people. Mein duty iz to kill all wampires before zhey khan hurt anymore wictims. But nein, everyone believes being cwazy I am beingk. Und zhey also seem to believe Duckula beingk innocent he iz. Zhey don't believe zhat he is a wampire..."
The elderly doctor sighed in defeat as he stared at the castle of the foul fiend.
"I am zhe gud guy, right? Zhen vhy does it feel like I am beingk punished? Many of mein friends vhere killed by wampires, I khant heff a family because mein duties come first. Nein people being knowing how lonely I get. Nein offence Heinrich, but you're never zhere vhen I am beingk lonely."
"Yet, zhat foul fiend has it all! Igor and Nanny are being his servants, caregivers, friends, protectors und family. Zhe people fear und respect him...Nein, vhy must evil be rewarded for beingk evil und zhe gud guys get punished?"
Dr. Von Goosewing sighed in defeat. No, he mustn't feel sorry for himself. He must get rid of the vampire because it's his duty.
"Count Duckula, your days are beingk numbered. Mark mein vhords." The gander swore to himself as he decided to enter his lab to invent his greatest weapon ever.
The End
