Author's notes
1) This story is set after the series finale
2) Dr. Von Goosewing wears his trademark outfit, but they're dark-grey. He also wears a black cape, black leather gloves and black boots. The cape and gloves are to protect himself from harsh sunlight or any of his weapons backfiring on him.
Rating: Teen
Characters you recognize (c) Cosgrove Hall Characters you don't recognize, story (c) to me, Steffie
Enjoy ^_^
Mein Inner Wampire: Keeping a Secret prt. 1
Transylvania, home of the vicious family of vampire ducks Count Duckula. As the werewolves howl and the vampire bats come out to play for the night, a certain vampire hunter is on the prowl...
"Oh my, I heff made it." Dr. Von Goosewing panted as he finally reached the front door of Castle Duckula; a giant suitcase in his hands. The gander had ran all the way from his hideout to the castle of his nemesis. As soon as the doctor regained his breath, he leaped onto the roof of the castle. He then dashed with as much speed and quietness as he could until he reached for the tower's window. He then leaped through the window. After he searched the room, he decided that it's safe to make it his new home. He laid his suitcase down onto the floor.
The poor gander found out a few days ago that his vampiric side was hungry for the dark and eerie, and its will was more strong than his mortal side. So, the vampire hunter decided that he should stay inside Castle Duckula for the rest of his life. For all he knew, he could finally defeat that foul fiend? He would never have expected his nemesis to be living under the same roof as him. Dr. Von Goosewing decided that it's time for bed; and climbed into the empty coffin that had occupied the room.
*Meanwhile inside the library*
Igor couldn't believe his luck. He had caught his young master engrossed in a book. It wasn't just any book; it was a book about vampires and other so-called mythical creatures. In fact, this book was written by the butler himself. He even drew all the illustrations himself. Igor was always a great artist, but only used his skills when it came to the portraits or when it's needed for any of his spells.
"May I ask what M'Lord is doing?" Igor droned.
"Oh, I'm just doing some research, Igor." the young mallard replied.
"Research, M'Lord?" the butler asked in hope. Could it be that the young master had finally embraced his dark side?
"Yes, research. I couldn't help but notice my relatives all have different powers and abilities. So, I decided to find out why. I couldn't believe that there are so many different types of vampires out there."
"Ah yes, M'Lord. It brings me back memories of when I finally had the first reunion with the family. Ah, such wonderful times of chaos and bloodshed"
"Ew, Igor. Anyway, I also found something quite interesting about dhampirs. It says here that there were two different types of dhampirs. One type were mortals that were bitten by vampires; and they inherit half of that vampire's strength and abilities, yet they also inherit their greatest weakness. But, they can turn back to normal after they destroy the vampire they had bitten them via their greatest weakness. The other type would be when vampires find fair maidens and...er...ugh." Duckula's face became more pale than ever after he read the last sentence.
Igor grinned from ear to ear as he watched the young master page through the book.
"Ah, they also mention about the bond between vampire and servant. They say here that the servant's job is to protect the master from any harm, while the vampire actually protects their servant from being possessed whenever they cast a spell to summon something, or whenever they cast an extremely powerful spell. It also says that vampire and servant would also borrow each other's powers whenever they need a great boost of power. That would sometimes kill the servant, unless they're quite powerful or they were granted immortality. They also mention here that if the vampire's good instead of evil, then the servant's power wouldn't be as powerful as it should've been."
"Wow, who would've thought that? Anyways, I'm going to have a snack and then go to bed, Igor. I hope Nanny had finally returned from the shop with some fresh broccoli and bread"
"Goodnight, M'Lord. Pleasant dreams of sinking your fangs into a maiden's neck"
"Igor..." Duckula quacked in a warning tone.
"But M'Lord"
"Igor, I originally went to the library to find a detective novel. I first thought this book was one that I hadn't read yet, but I soon realized it wasn't"
"But, I thought M'Lord said he wanted to do some research on his family"
"Well yeah, but only because my curiosity got the better of me. Anyways goodnight, Igor"
"Goodnight, M'Lord." Igor droned. As soon as the mallard was out of his sights, the vulture grinned from ear to ear.
'The Master finally embraced his dark roots. At last, the good old days had finally returned. I must prepare this wonderous event.'
*Much later that night*
Nanny hummed to herself while she did the dishes. Now and then, she clucked in surprise when a plate slipped out of her hand, but that wasn't as often as she had done in the past. Igor placed a large jug onto the table, as well as a couple of glasses. The large jug was filled with a red liquid.
"Mr. Igor, may I ask what you're doin'?" the hen clucked in an accused tone the moment she noticed what the vulture did. Igor cursed inwardly that he wished Nanny's moments of intellegence would have a warning sign beforehand. Sometimes he even wondered whether or not that stupid hen actually pretended to be stupid...
"Oh Nanny, Nanny. I have only decided to leave some tomato juice out for the young master"
"But, Duckyboos is tucked in 'is little bed. I don't t'ink 'e'll want some juice"
"Oh Nanny, sometimes the young master would wake up in the middle of the night because he's thirsty. Instead of having to wake you up, he just have to pour himself a glass of tomato juice"
"Oh, Mr. Igor. You're so clever." Nanny chuckled to herself, ignorant to the fact Igor wore a wicked grin on his face.
Farewell, for now...
To be continued...