This story is the prequel to Mein Guilt, and is OC-centric. OCs are generally characters that never existed in the original canon source, and were created by the fans.
If you are, by any chance, someone that doesn't like OC-centric stories, I can understand if you wouldn't want to read this story.
PS: All characters in this story shall be speaking in plain English. It's basically German/ Dutch that's being translated for us to understand. When they do speak in English, they shall have an accent.
Heinrich, Goosewing (c) Cosgrove Hall Story, 99 % of characters in this fic (c) to me
Enjoy ^_^
Innocence Tarnished part 1
Austria, home of the vampire duck hunter Dr. Von Goosewing. Oh, but this tale isn't about Count Duckula's enemy. Oh no, it's about the lives of other vampire hunters whose journey had lead to a event that had changed Dr. Von Goosewing's life forever...
In a tiny village Austria, the villagers did their daily chores as the sun shone high in the sky. Among the villagers was a brunette goose clad in a dirndl that had a plum coloured top and grey-coloured bottom half. She also white socks and black Mary Janes. Her hair was worn in a untidy bun, with a bit of hair that covered her cheek bones. Her name was Klara Van Goudwerk. One of Dr. Von Goosewing's friends. Besides being the chambermaid and part-time Bar-Lady of her family's business, she sometimes helped her parents with other basic chores. The chore she had done at the moment would be hanging up the washing her mother had just washed.
As she hung the clothes up on the washing line, she heard footsteps of someone from behind her. As she decided that it was just one of the villagers that went for a stroll, she paid no mind. Needless to say, she nearly. jumped out of her skin when someone tapped her on her shoulder from behind. She spun around to see who was the one that dared to disturb her.
It was a white-feathered Sebastopol Gander. He was a bit taller than her, and also more slim. His blonde hair reached down to his waist; and was quite wavy, which could be due to his species. Klara was amazed at the colour of his eyes. They were a beautiful sapphire blue, which wasn't natural for most ganders or geese. The blonde wore Blue justacorps, black knee-breeches, white stockings and black shoes that had silver buckles on. He also carried an extremely heavy-looking bag on his shoulders. Klara had never met this fowl before in her life, but she had heard about him. His name's Friedhelm, one of the best vampire hunters of Europe.
"Good day, Miss. I am Friedhelm, a vampire hunter. I am so sorry to have scared you like that." the vampire hunter spoke in a smooth, clear voice that was almost baritone.
"Oh no, no problem." Klara laughed in nervousness.
"Oh, I beg your pardon. Who is the lovely lady that I am speaking to?" Friedhelm bowed, then kissed the goose's hand.
"My name is Klara Van Goudwerk. I am the chambermaid of the local inn. I have heard about your adventures, Friedhelm. What brings you here to this village?"
"Do you know of a Dr. Erich Von Goosewing. I need to go to Hungary for an urgent mission, and I need as much help as I could get."
"Erich? Oh, but he's in Transylvania for a couple of months. He heard rumours that Count Duckula might have been brought back to life. He had only left last week."
"Oh. Now, that's a problem..."
"But, I could help you! I know everything there's to know about vampire hunting. I could be your assistant, Friedhelm."
"No, that's no necessary, Miss Klara. I shall simply find another vampire hunter elsewhere."
"But..."
"This mission shall be dangerous, especially for a lady like yourself."
"What does that mean?" Klara honked in anger.
"Vampire hunting's a dangerous job, especially for women. Vampires are more likely to attack women than men."
"I can't believe I'm hearing this..."
"I have to leave now. I'm sorry for wasting your time, Miss Klara."
Before Friedhelm could even turn his heel to leave, Klara had grabbed him by his arm.
"What if you couldn't find anyone to help you?"
"Then I deal with it myself."
"What arrogance! Y'know, I'm coming with you whether you want me or not. Just wait here while I pack some goods. Then, I'll be your assistant." Klara stated in a determined tone. Friedhelm smothered his face with his hands. What had he gotten himself into?
Half an hour later, Klara had finally met Friedhelm at the village's entrance. She wore a grey blouse, dark-grey pants and black hiking boots. She also had a heavy-looking backpack.
"Do you have all your essentials?" Friedhelm asked in concern.
"Yes, I do."
"Good, let's go. Since Hungary's a couple of hours away from this village, we should arrive at our destination before dusk. Please do keep up."
"I shall." Klara smiled as she couldn't wait to have some adventure.
What lied ahead for Klara and Friedhelm?
Farewell dear boys and ghouls, for the moment.
To be continued...
