The Frightful Adventures of Vincent Van Ghoul

Chapter 1

if you watch Scooby Doo Mystery Incorporated, then you know Vincent Van Ghoul has become a b-movie star.

disclaimer i own nothing except original characters

The mist hung over the swamp like a thick blanket, scraggly trees loomed like phantoms in the dark. Vincent Van Ghoul waded through the thick, muddy water. The heavy sound of something hitting the water caught his attention. Reaching for the twin swords on his back, he drew them slowly, as not to make unnecessary noise.

"Come on," he whispered. "Where are you, you son of a snake?"

As if to answer him a great, alligator creature burst up from the water and seized Van Ghoul by the shoulders, his quick reflexes saved him from being dragged down into the murky water to his assured death, driving the swords deep into the things stomach, drawing blood. The creature let out a mournful death shriek, before going limp.

"You have done wrong here Vincent Van Ghoul!" a voice shouted, as Vincent pulled his swords free, he turned to see a old, and wizened black woman. She was draped in a raggedy purple dress, with stark white hair, various necklaces, and wrist bands baring voodoo symbols adjourned her thin body. She stood at the front of a skiff, behind her stood a tall dark man in a dirty, and tattered burial suit, covered with moss and dirt, worn and maggots crawled through his thinning hair, his eyes were milky white, and glazed over, Van Ghoul could see that his mouth was sown shut. "You have killed one of my servants! And for that you will pay dearly, so says Marie Laveau!"

"You're the one who's been kidnapping people from their houses, and turning them into monsters with your voodoo magic!" Van Ghoul retorted, sheathing his swords and pointing at her. "Not only that, but you've raised this man's body from peaceful slumber! You're the one who'll pay dearly hag!"

"Peaceful slumber? My boy Samuel hasn't had any peace since 1954, not since those folks from Shreveport hung him for being a swamp nigger! No I have given my boy his life back that was taken from him so long ago!" Laveau shouted, as the skiff began to drift backwards into the fog, and soon lost from sight in the inky blackness. Leveau's voice drifted from the darkness from all sides. "You have been warned Vincent Van Ghoul, come here again, and you'll join my legion of zombies!"

"We'll see," Van Ghoul whispered. "We'll see."

Returning to his motel room Vincent took a hot shower, and settled down to study. The books from the library were decades old, some daring back to the early 1900's. in one of them he discovered an old wood painting of Marie Laveau, chasing children. Old newspaper clippings from 54 showed the picture of Samuel Laveau, the article went on to talk about how he was brutally beaten and hanged by drunken townsfolk. The whole matter was swept under the rug by the mayor and the sheriff.

Outside a loud, angry moaning filled the air. Van Ghoul quickly pulled on his robe, and grabbed his swords. Pulling the curtains aside he looked out to see a massive group of zombies, the missing townspeople. Stepping out onto the upper level of the motel he looked down at the assorted dead. Shrugging his shoulders he sighed.

"Well, no one wants to live forever," he said, before leaping over the banister, and landing gracefully on the ground, drawing his swords he took a stance. "Bring it on maggot brains!"

Charging forward he decapitated two zombies with one swing, and another two with the other. Back flipping, Van Ghoul sliced another undead fiend straight down the middle. Sensing danger he turned just as a zombie swung a lead pipe at his head, ducking the swing at the last second, he felt the pipe brush past his hair, he sliced the corpses legs out from under it, before stabbing his other sword between it's glassy eyes.

Soon the number of zombies began to drop, until their was barely two dozen left. The zombies halted their attack, and instead stepped aside to reveal Marie and Samuel Laveau, the zombie carried a shovel. The voodoo witch began to chant and wave her hands about, the zombie beside her began to change, his limbs began to loosen, losing their stiffness, and his body began to grow, until he stood well over 6'7, the burial suit quickly began to rip at the seams until it fell apart.

With out a sound the large creature charged with surprising speed. Swing the shovel he knocked one of Van Ghoul's swords out of his hand. The sorcerer quickly rolled to avoid the return swing from Samuel. Dodging the swings from the zombie, Van Ghoul watched as the other zombies were mowed down by the furious swings of Laveau's son.

Parrying the shovel swing with his sword, Van Ghoul sliced through Samuel's shoulder, taking his arm off, sidestepping another swing he sliced through the other shoulder, sending the other arm crashing to the pavement. The zombie gave a look of startled surprise, before Van Ghoul sliced his head off. A scream of rage filled the air, Van Ghoul turned and stabbed the blade of his sword deep into Marie Laveau's stomach.

Pulling it free he watched her fall to the ground dead.

"I hate that voodoo that you do so well," he said.

END CHAPTER 1