Weep For
Ch.1
"Igor," Duckula asked, running into the kitchen was where he found his manservant standing next to the stove bringing a kettle of water to a boil. "ever since the beginning of this month something's been off about Nanny," he folded his arms against his chest. "and I have a feeling that you know the reason why."
Igor arched an eyebrow. "really, Milord," he said, quietly. "what gave you the idea in the first place?"
"Don't play innocent," Duckula said, taking a seat at the table. "I noticed something wrong with you too."
Igor sighed.
"No," Duckula said, his voice on the edge of anger. "both of you are hiding something from me I don't know what it is, but I intend to find out," he said, tapping the table with a finger. "just this morning I heard Nanny crying again and usually it's for the most godawful reasons," he paused for a brief moment then continued. "So I decided to ask her what's wrong and you know what she told me?"
"What did she say," Igor's eyes shifted from the kettle then back to Duckula.
"Nothing," Duckula said, giving a one worded response.
Igor wasn't amused as he expressed his dissatisfaction with the young master's behavior by remaining silent again.
"See your doing it again," Duckula said through clenched teeth, he observed Igor turning his back towards him. "this is more then I can take!" he found himself sucking in a sharp deep breath, holding it in, he counted backwards from ten trying to maintain his calm cool composure.
Counting backwards from ten was the only way he'd stop himself from gripping Igor by the collar of his shirt then violently shake him.
This was becoming a daily routine.
He wasn't sure what was wrong with Nanny, but everytime he tried asking a few simple questions whenever he noticed her engaged in one of her crying spells she'd brush him off.
Igor was getting just as bad whenever he tried to approach about him about his concerns regarding Nanny he would dilberately change the subject or refuse to speak to him.
"Whatever it was I done," Duckula said, his bottom lip trembled. "whatever I done," he buried his face in his hands. "tell me, tell me what I duh-done and I-I promise I'll change!"
His emotional outburst was heard throughout the castle reaching all the way to Nanny's bedroom where she heard her Duckyboos screaming like a banshee.
Enough was enough.
Nothing was to be gained from withholding the truth from Master Duckula no matter how painful the matter was.
She was going to tell him whether Mr. Igor liked it or not.