Here are some notes for this fan-fic
1) This fan-fic is the prequel to Mein Guilt.
2) This fan-fic is also inspired by the episode Dear Diary. I found it interesting that when Duckula asked why Nanny needed to know how to spell nymph, Nanny replied that she wanted to write a diary about her life; and publish it. That spawned the idea for this fan-fic.
3) Poor Igorth; he is the servant of the ferocious vampire Count Lamian, but he has a friendly and handsome face when he was a teen. People didn't any of his threats seriously...
Characters you recognize (c) Cosgrove Hall Story, Characters you don't recognize (c) to me, Steffie
Enjoy ^_^
The Necromancer and the Nymph prt 1
*Eight-hundred years ago*
Austria, home of the deadly vampire duck Count Lamian. At this very moment, his faithful servant is trying his best to catch the perfect maiden for his Master to feast upon. But, that task had proven to be quite a challenge...
"...Und stay out, you pervert!" the elderly nun hissed like the enraged goose she is as she tossed several pots and cups and the fleeing White-Headed Vulture that couldn't be older than sixteen. After the goose slammed the church's doors shut, the disgruntled teenager dusted himself off as he got to his feet.
"Ugh, that's the fifth person that believed I wanted to kidnap the fair maidens for selfish reasons. But, when I do find the right maiden for my master, they thought that it was a pick-up line when I said my Master would enjoy their company. Do they believe that just because I have a friendly face that I am harmless? I am Igorth, a qualified Necromancer! I am the humble servant of Count Lamian. I am"
"Do you mind keeping it down? We're trying to have a sermon here!" the elderly goose honked angrily from the other side of the church's door.
"My most sincere apologies, Ma'am." Igorth apologized. His face became red with embarrassment.
*Much later*
Igorth wandered through the forest, hoping he might have better luck finding a maiden there. After searching high and low for a few hours, Igorth soon discovered that it seems to be a hopeless case.
"Ugh, why couldn't I find a maiden for the Master? I had promised him that I would do so! Does Lady Luck hate my guts, or some--oof!" Igor fell flat on his face after he had tripped over something. The young fowl cursed under his breath as he got back onto his feet; wondering what had tripped him. His eyes widened when he noticed the figure that lay on the floor.
Lying unconscious on her back was a beautiful and slender hen that wore an outfit that looked like what Greek or Roman noblewomen wore. Her beautiful black hair was adorned with lilies. She also wore golden bracelets and sandals. Igorth couldn't be more disgusted. In his eyes, she was horribly underfed; and she wore flowers in her hair! Does this mean that she didn't take her yearly bath? Igorth decided that despite the fact he had promised Count Lamian a maiden, this underfed and foul hen isn't worth it. He turned his heel to leave, but felt something grab hold of his ankle.
"Wait! Please, don't go! You're the one who've saved me, right?" the hen's voice trembled as she smiled weakly at him.
"Um..." Igorth wasn't sure what to say.
"Thank you so much, dear sir! You have no idea how much this means to me. You see, I am a nymph. Not just any nymph, but a nymph that grants immortality. Those bad men that you've fought wanted to force me to grant them immortality. When I refused, they wanted to kill me instead. I'm so grateful that you've saved me. I owe me my life! How may I ever repay you?"
Igor's eyes lit up the moment he heard that this hen's a nymph that granted immortality. Despite the fact his face was expressionless, he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat inwardly.
"My dear lady, would you like to come with me"
"Oh yes, dear sir. I would love to be your wife!" the nymph grinned like the fool she is. Igorth was flabbergasted that she believed that he's asking for her hand in marriage.
"But Madam"
"I agree that as soon as you show how much you love me, I shall grant you immortality. That is also the proper way for us to grant mortals immortality."
Igorth couldn't believe how easy immortality would be granted to him. With immortality, he shall gain great knowledge and he would even become more powerful with his spells. He would also be able to spend more time with his Master. All he had to do is to simply pretend to be in love with this stupid hen that blindly trusts anybody.
"My dear beloved, allow me to carry you to our new home." Igorth offered as he picked her up, cradling her in his arms like a bride. If he had paid attention to her beak, he would've noticed a sly smirk.
"Thank you, er--. Oh my, what is your name"
"My name is Igorth"
"Oh, t'at's nice. My nickname's Emma."
As Igorth carried Emma back to Count Lamian's castle, I fear I must bid ye farewell for now.
To be continued...