Hello everyone and welcome to a brand-new Count Duckula fan-fic

This story is a what-if fic that just spawned from my head. I have to warn you though that it's a dark and depressing scene.

Characters (c) Cosgrove Hall Story (c) to me, Steffie.

Hope you like ^_^

Drifting away

Count Duckula felt himself become more and more weak as he stared at the ceiling above him. He had tried to focus his eyes on Igor and Nanny, but gave up after it became too much for him to focus on the two elder fowls as he felt his energy sap away from his body. He also knew he had hallucinated as he could have sworn that tears run down Igor's cheeks. Then again, Nanny also had tears that streamed down her face.

Wait, what did happen to him? All he could remember from earlier was the fact that Dr. Von Goosewing had barged into the dining room while he had supper. Duckula had dodged the vampire hunter's stakes while his servant's had tried to stop the elderly gander. After he dodged a few more stakes, Dr. Von Goosewing fired a silver stake. The mallard had caught a glimpse of it flying towards his chest. Moments after that, he found himself on the floor. For some strange reason, Nanny and Igor had tossed the doctor out of the castle in extreme rage...

To the mallard's surprise, his lower body was filled with a pins and needles sensation, but it then stopped as he lost all sensations from his lower body. Moments later, his arms were filled with a strange tingling sensation. With all the strength he could muster, he lifted one arm up to see it transform into ash.

Yet, Duckula wasn't afraid. Oh no, a wonderful bliss feeling had overcome him as he slowly transformed into ash instead. Whether it's because he was finally free of his family's curse or not, Duckula felt truly happy.

A peaceful, content spread across his beak as the last of the Duckulas exhaled his final breath.

Yes, he was finally free

The End