Rating: Teen
Characters you recognize (c) Cosgrove Hall Characters you don't recognize, Story (c) to me, Steffie
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Be Careful What You Wish For part 1
Transylvania, home of the prince of darkness Count Duckula. As the new day dawns in vampire country, the residents shall soon learn the hard way that you can't always have your greatest desire granted without great consequences...
*Meanwhile in Count Duckula's bedroom*
Count Duckula was grinning from ear to ear as he held the wishing star in his hand.
"I wish with all my heart that I would the most popular fowl in the entire world." the mallard stated. A moment later, the wishing star sparkled as it granted Duckula's wish....
*Meanwhile in Nanny's bedroom*
Nanny took a deep breath, being quite careful not to break the wishing star that was in her hand.
"I wish with all my heart that I would be young, smart and thin again, like back on the day I first met Igor." The wishing star sparkled as it granted Nanny's wish...
*Meanwhile in the library*
Igor clutched the wishing star in his hand as he closed his eyes.
"I wish with all my heart that my Master Count Duckula would finally be a true vampire duck." Igor chanted. The wishing sparkled as it granted Igor's wish...
*Meanwhile in Dr. Von Goosewing's cottage*
Dr. Von Goosewing closed his eyes as he quietly prayed to himself. After he had finished praying, he picked the wishing star up.
"I vish mit my whole heart, body, soul und mind zhat I voulf heff a family, Henrich vould still be living...und zhat never beingk a wampire hunter I heff." The wishing star sparkled as it granted Goosewing's wish...
*Much later*
Count Duckula felt like death warmed up. Well, technically, he is one of the undead and--Oh never mind. The vampire duck found it quite peculiar that it felt as if he didn't have a wink of sleep. His body kept pleading that he should sleep until evening. As the mallard waddled towards the dining hall, he noticed a beautiful brunette hen that wore a French maid's outfit. Standing next to her was someone clad in a black sorcerer's robes. The hood was up in such a way that their entire face was shrouded in darkness.
"Duckyboos?" the beautiful hen blinked in surprise as she noticed the vegetarian vampire. Duckula's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He can recognize his Nanny's voice anywhere.
"Nanny?! Is that you?! How"
"I simply wished to become young, smart and thin again. But, that caused some consequences...Anyway; please call me Emma, Duckyboos"
"M'Lord, do you feel any different?" the person in the sorcerer's robes asked with utmost curiosity. The young count was taken aback when he noticed that while it was the voice of his butler, it sounded quite emotional and youthful.
"Well, I do feel a bit tired. Why?
"I am just wondering, M'Lord"
"Oh, and Igor, what's with the get-up"
"Well, M'Lord, it is a bit complicated. It seems that Emma's wish somehow affected me as well"
"In what way"
"I am afraid that M'Lord would be...flabbergasted if M'Lord sees what had happened to me"
"Oh, c'mon, Igor. I'm sure it won't be that bad." Duckula stated.
"Oh, alright, M'Lord." the butler sighed in defeat as he removed his hood. Count Duckula's jaw dropped to the floor.
"Igor! You--You!" the vampire duck stuttered as shock overtook his brain. Emma slapped the flabbergasted fowl hard, which brought Duckula back to his senses.
"Igor, I can't believe that you somehow became a handsome sixteen year old! What happened"
"I believe that when Nanny made her wish, it somehow broke my immortality spell and turned me back to the sixteen year old I was when Emma granted me immortality"
"Wait a minute...what do you mean when you said that Emma granted you immortality?"
Emma decided to answer her Duckyboos' question.
"Duckyboos, I am an immortality nymph"
"An immortality nymph"
"Yes, Duckyboos"
"...That explains why you've asked me how to spell nymph when you wanted to write a diary about your life; and that hen in the portrait happens to be you." Duckula mused loudly, "So, Igor, did your wish come true?" Duckula changed the subject, not wanting to admit that he found this all confusing.
"Oh yes, it had, M'Lord." Igor grinned from ear to ear. The mallard felt his heart skip a beat. What did Igor mean by that? The vampire' eyes widened in shock. Emma decided to keep quiet and listen to their conversation.
"Igor, please don't tell me that you wished that I became a true vampire"
"Okay, I won't tell M'Lord"
"..." Duckula felt his brain work overtime as he tried to grasp his fate. He is actually a true vampire now, like his forefathers? That would explain why he's so tired. He had also noticed the other signs earlier, like the fact that his fangs were much longer than usual. But, he can't be a true vampire! He doesn't even have the urge to drink blood, nor does he have any desire to cause havoc and mayhem. No, it must be one of Igor's tricks to make him turn into the ideal vampire Igor always wanted him to be...
"Nice try, Igor, but I'm not falling for one of your stupid tricks. No, sir-ee." Duckula shook his finger at the young fowl.
"But, M'Lord, it is not a trick"
"If I am a true vampire, then I would have the urge to drink some blood. But, I don't"
"So, if M'Lord would go to the village, he would've had any desire to sink his fangs into a maiden's neck"
"Puh-zackly"
"So, M'Lord, Nanny and I shall go to the village to prove M'Lord's point"
"Er...Okay, let's go!"
*Much later, the village*
Count Duckula and his servants arrived at the Ol' Tooth and Jugular. To the young mallard's horror, every single member of the village flee in terror the moment they've noticed him waddle towards the pub.
"I don't understand it; I've wished that I was popular"
"But M'Lord is popular. Everyone in the village ran in terror the moment they've noticed you"
"Argh! I knew I should've asked to be famous, instead of just asking to be popular. Looks like I'm quite infamous around here"
"I know, M'Lord. Isn't that wonderful?"
Before the irritated mallard could say anything, another mallard vampire appeared after he teleported himself in front of the pub. He looked almost exactly like Count Duckula, yet his black hair was shoulder-length and his cape looked like the wings of a bat. Yes, it is none other than Count Lamian!
"I don't understand it; didn't Goosewing kill Count Lamian awhile ago?" Duckula asked his equally confused butler and housemaid.
"Didn't Duckyboos say yesterday that Katarina told you that Goosewing had also bought a wishing star"
"Why yes, Nanny. Why"
"Maybe Goosewing wished that he never became a vampire hunter, when means that any vampire that he killed in the past, are now alive?"
"Oh great..." Duckula inwardly cursed as he noticed more that several more vampires suddenly teleported themselves in front of the pub. Three dozen vampires teleported themselves in front of the pub moments later. These vampires were twenty-foot tall. They seemed to be crossed between vampires, werewolves and demons.
"Whoa, who are these guys, Igor"
"M'Lord, they are called Ubervampires. They are vampires that necromancers had created during a ritual that would make vampires immune to all any of the traditional vampire hunting equipment. They are even far quicker and stronger than any other vampire"
"So, why are all these vampires here"
"Whenever they sense that there are no vampire hunters to be scared of, they would teleport themselves to a village where they could have a grand feast."
"Not if I can help it!" Duckula snarled as he pounced on Count Lamian. To his surprise, he was knocked back by an invisible force.
"Say what"
"Looks like Duckyboos can't hurt them because they are protected by magic. We can only kill them if we get the person that had killed in the first place, to kill them again." Emma explained to the vampire.
Duckula was taken aback by Nanny, erm...Emma's intellect.
"Emma, how do you know about these things?" the confused mallard asked.
"My sister, Primrose, is the nymph that creates wishing stars for mortals. She and Katarina are good friends, which is why Katarina has them"
"Does this mean that your other sister grants riches beyond one's imagination"
"...'ow did you know, Igor?" Emma piped up. Igor reacted by slapping her beak shut. Duckula didn't hear what the nymph said, since he was deep in thought.
"So, it looks like we have to get good ol' Goosewing, then. We better hurry before it's too late for the villagers." Duckula sighed sadly as he tried to block his guilt of not being able to stop those vampires from attacking the villagers.
As Count Duckula and his servants traveled back to Castle Duckula to use it to teleport to Austria so that they can get to Dr. Von Goosewing, I fear I must bid ye farewell...for now!
Good night out there...whatever you are!
To Be Continued...