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A Count's best friend.

Ch. 1

Devon was a normal 18 year old, he liked video games, playing guitar, listening to music, battling the bratty Kids Next Door. The war between the teen and adult villains and the KND really hit home for him, his annoying little brother was part of the KND. They were having battles all the time, it was an outright war with just the two of them at each other's throats, let alone what was going on outside the house.
Devon was always one step ahead of his kid brother, after all he taught him everything he knew and still remembered it.
Unlike most teenagers who leave the KND, Devon's memory was never erased. Thanks to his skill with KND technology he was able to tamper with the machine that would have erased everything he knew about the KND, pretty good for a 13 year old, if he didn't say so himself.
With his knowledge of the KND still in tact he was able to have an advantage, not only with his brother, but with his brother's equally annoying teammates. They were fairly easy adversaries, even when they attacked him on the streets. A bit of mustard in his hair or soda on his clothes didn't change anything, he could still kick their butts. He had modified his metal staff that he was given when he joined the ranks of teenagers working against the KND. Installing a retractable leash and studded dog collar at the end of it that could grow bigger or smaller was really helpful. His modified staff was a multi-purpose tool/weapon, he could use it to grapple to scale small buildings, a lasso, a flail and he could use the end of it as a club.
Building gadgets and weapons came second nature to him, he was his team's tech specialist when he was in the KND. Even if he didn't look the part of a tech geek, he was one. And with being a geek there came the bullies, of course he knew how to handle himself. Not only did he beat them up but he'd also get extra revenge by stealing their homework. The bullies usually have the nerds doing homework for them so there was almost never a bad essay or worksheet, which was good for him.
Devon's looks complimented his brains, he was a skinny, light skinned man with slick black hair and a handsome complexion.
He was still living with his parents for he hadn't found an apartment yet. Perhaps one day he would find a place to stay on his own, it wasn't like an offer to live somewhere was just going to come flying through his window.
Suddenly, his large window was flung open and a dark purple fog came in from outside and filled part of his room. A tall, dark figure emerged from the fog.
Devon grabbed his staff from under the bed and stood, holding the staff in both hands in a defensive way.
"Kevin, those who lie to their parents about a dog eating their homework will feel the stingy wrath of Count Spankulot!" The figure spoke with an accent of some sort, he raised both of his arms up in the air and let out a laugh.
Devon saw that this figure was a vampire, he recognized him, when he was a kid he'd get visits from him often, even when he was a teenager he'd pop in to tech him a lesson. Devon lowered his staff and held it in one hand, lowering his guard. He cleared his throat. "Excuse me, Count?" He asked, trying to get the vampire's attention.
"What is it?" Said the Count. He looked at Devon. "Wait, you are not Kevin..." He said, lowering his arms.
"No, my little brother is down the hall. Long time no see, Count." Devon said.
"Yes, long time indeed... I remember you. Your mother kept calling me to punish you for such strange reasons. Chasing the neighbor's cat," said the Count before being interrupted.
"It looked at me funny." Devon said.
"Don't interrupt me! I've also gotten calls because you dug up the backyard, chased cars, barked up trees for squirrels, drank out of the toilet." Said the Count.
Devon chuckled. "Yeah, I did do that, didn't I? I had my reasons though..."
"What reason could you have to drink out of the toilet? That is disgusting!" Asked the Count in a semi disgusted tone.
"Hey, don't knock it till you try it, anyway don't you have a naughty little kid to punish?" Devon asked, opening the bedroom door and pointing to the hallway with his staff.
The Count walked out of the room.
"Give him a few extra swats for me." Devon said to the Count as he was going down the hallway.
The Count didn't seem to acknowledge his request as he walked into Kevin's room.
Devon watched and listened from his bedroom doorway. He heard his little brother yell out with his prepubescent girly voice. He smirked a bit as he heard the small conversation between the Count and Kevin.
"Those who lie about their homework being eaten by a dog will feel the stingy wrath of Count Spankulot!" Said the Count, laughing.
"No, stay back!" Said Kevin in a voice that couldn't scare a fly.
The Count laughed at his threat. "Stop being a baby and take your spa- Ahh!"
Devon stepped out of his room as soon as he heard something being rapidly fired, it sounded a lot like his brother's G.U.M.Z.O.O.K.A. Devon ran to his brother's room and saw him firing gum balls at the Count with his G.U.M.Z.O.O.K.A.
The Count was covering himself with his cape while he was being pelted with the numerous gum balls being shot at him.
Devon gripped his staff firmly and jumped in between the vampire and the boy, he started to spin his staff around like a propellor, knocking the gum balls all over the place. Soon Kevin ran out of ammo, before he could say something or do anything else, Devon pointed his staff at him, pressed a button and shot the dog collar at him. The collar wrapped around his arms, making him drop his weapon.
"Hey, what are you-" Kevin began to say, but Devon yanked the leash, pulling Kevin to the floor.
"Shut it and take the punishment the Count is trying to give you..." Devon said.
Count Spankulot walked over to Kevin, picked him up by his shirt and started to walk over to a chair with him.
Devon released the collar's grip on his brother.
Kevin struggled to get away from the Count. "When mom hears about this, you'll be in for it!" Kevin said to his brother.
"Mom probably called him, shoulda done your homework like a good boy." Devon said, wagging a finger at him and smirking.
Kevin struggled even more.
The Count sat down in the chair, put the struggling child over his lap and held him down. "These are for lying!" Said the Count as he swatted the child several times.
Kevin screamed in pain and struggled even more.
"These are for shooting spherical gum at me!" Said the Count, hitting him harder with twice as many swats.
Kevin cried and struggled even more.
Devon retracted the leash back into his staff, crossed his arms and leaned up against the wall, watching.
"And these are from your brother!" Said the Count, giving him a few extra swats before setting him down.
Kevin ran into his closet and closed the door, whining about the pain.
The Count stood up and walked toward Devon.
Devon stood normally and watched him.
The Count slapped him on the back. "Thank you for your help, Devon! I almost feel bad for all those times I spanked you."
"No problem, Count. We are on the same side now after all." Devon said, smiling at him.
The Count smiled back. "Since you are an adult villain now and still live at home why do you not come and live with me? You'll be very useful to me in my quest to deliver justice."
"I'll think about it, Count." Devon said.
"Very well, I shall return tomorrow night before the dawn approaches for your answer." The Count said, before disappearing.
Devon looked to the closet his brother had locked himself in, he turned toward the bedroom door, he looked towards the closet one last time.
Kevin was heard quietly sobbing in the closet.
"Sweet dreams, squirt." Devon said, casually walking out of the room.
"My bottom hurts!" Kevin complained.
"Good!" Devon called from down the hallway and walked back into his room. He shut the door, put his staff back under the bed and laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. 'I'll pack tomorrow, it'll be good to finally get out of this house. I wonder if the Count will have me pay rent for staying at his place? He doesn't seem the type to care about money. I'll probably only need to work for my place in his home... I'll see what happens soon enough... Gotta get some rest...' Devon thought to himself, closing his eyes. His stomach started to growl. He opened his eyes, got out of bed, walked to his desk and picked up a paper. It was a math worksheet with Kevin's name on it. 'But first it's time to finish my brother's homework...'