All right once again I thank those who are reading and reviewing this because it means alot to me and I love hearing awesome reviews and whatnot. ^^ Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy this chapter and Happy Halloween! ^^

Also, I have no idea what Vanna Pira is from Scooby Doo and the Reluctant Werewolf so I made her a mortal and Dracula's wife. Sadly this is her only debut in this fic and you'll see why at the end of this chapter.

All Scooby Doo characters belong to Hanna Barbera

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Chapter 3: Searching,Sleep, and Snack

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15 days later.

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Velma was the first to show up at Shaggy's home. The key was in the doorframe as she let herself in. This was strange as she entered the estate that was barely lit due to the fact that there were no lights on. Her eyes scanned the place as she turned on a lamp and was immediately taken back at the condition of the household.

There was dust on everything as webs were strung from object to object. A black widow watched Velma menacingly with its' eight ruby eyes. Velma shivered at its' dark stare as she examined the room. Cobwebs hung from everywhere and even more so shocking, the fridge was still filled with food as well as the cabinets. Checking a few other cabinets she managed to find a flashlight which brought a small smile to her face. The flashlight would help her but would it help her enough to see what had happened to Shaggy, Scrappy, and Scooby?

Velma became deeply concerned as she made her way up the stairs of the house. Every step she climbed creaked and moaned like a specter in pain as she cringed at the sounds. Making her way to the top of the stairs she felt an icy chill run through her bones as she bit her lip from the feel of it. It was so unnatural for Shaggy's house to give off such a hostile, frozen feel. It was as if an army of ghosts had invaded the house and ravaged it from the inside out. Velma's form shivered for a moment as she calmed herself a bit and made her way through the dusty hallways that were filled with numerous insects and arachnids. Most of which made her jump in fright as she brushed off some of the dust that flew onto her form. With every footstep she took throughout the house, her heart rate increased. Velma's breathing quickened a little as she grew a bit nervous about wandering around Shaggy's house in the faint light by herself.

She wondered if Shaggy would jump out from one of the doors as a joke and give her an embrace. It would be short and sweet but it would be beautiful in her mind. Velma always had a soft spot for him but never could bring herself to confess it. She wondered if he had felt the same towards her as she immediately shrugged it off. The day he loved her was the day she would probably be when she won the Noble Peace Prize, if she ever did receive it. Sighing to herself at that thought she opened the first door in the hallway.

Nothing. It was a relief but a disappointment at the same time to her gentle eyes as she closed the door and resumed to look through every door of the house. Velma hoped that she could find anything; a clue, a sign that something had gone wrong, a sign that he had left or whatever, anything. She just needed to know that he was alright and not in any danger whatsoever. Finally, she had reached one of the last few doors of the hallway. Opening it up, Velma had found the one place she'd never thought she'd ever be in her life: Shaggy's bedroom.

It was neat but messy, normal but different, and yet in Velma's eyes it was a paradise. There were clothes strewn on the floor as well as the dresser. Had this been the struggle? No, it couldn't of been - aside from the clothes everything else was neat; if there was a fight then everything would of been messed up. Velma's fingers traced the CD covers on Shaggy's nightstand as she smiled; they almost had the same music tastes if not for where there was KISS in Shaggy's music collection there was Mozart in Velma's. Nonetheless, it made her smile as her fingertips gently glided along his comforter until her eyes came across a few pictures that were scattered amongst his room.

However, upon closer inspection of the pictures it appeared that there were more pictures of Shaggy and Velma as to whereas the rest of the pictures were of the gang. But the very fact that there were more pictures of Velma and Shaggy as opposed to the gang made Velma wonder if Shaggy had liked her more than everyone else or if he had liked her more than just a friend. She could feel her heart beat grow faster and louder with the very thought of him liking her as more than a friend. For a moment, Velma became lost in the fantasy of Beauty and the Beast (once again in her case The Handsome and the Geeky) as she imagined herself in an autumn orange gown dancing with Shaggy who was in a green tuxedo in a chandelier lit ballroom. Smiling to herself at the fantasy she allowed it to resume until she heard the front door close. A sudden streak of panic ran through her as she believed that it was Shaggy and immediately left his room. Velma darted down to the living room where (to her relief and slight disappointment) she saw Daphne and Fred searching for Shaggy as well.

"Velma, hey," Daphne's voice of cheer echoed through the dusty atmosphere as she was the first to notice Velma.

"Daphne," Velma's voice held the same cheer as they embraced each other. Fred smirked to himself at this and greeted Velma with warm greetings as well. Daphne then resumed to tell Velma about Bora Bora and how Fred proposed on the beach under a starry sky. She then proceeded to show Velma the engagement ring which was a diamond cut butterfly ring that glistened prettily in the sunlight. Velma smiled at this as she wished she was Daphne; the lucky girl, so young and getting married to a man like Fred. Velma internally sighed to herself before the three of them got down to the main issues: Shaggy, Scrappy, and Scooby.

"Well gang, I guess we should split up and try to find Shaggy and Scooby," Fred started as he went to go towards the stairs.

"I checked up there Fred, he isn't there," Velma spoke with concern in her voice as she watched Fred return to Daphne's side.

"Hmmm....all right, let's all search down here," Fred spoke once again as Daphne and Velma agreed to this as they all went off. The search was on as they checked everywhere; the basement, the kitchen, the living room, everywhere but no room held any recent whereabouts of Norville Shaggy Rogers let alone Scooby and Scrappy Doo. This made the three of them even more concerned than what they were originally and decided to venture out into the backyard as seeing it wasn't the only part of the house they hadn't checked. Little did they know danger was in the sky waiting for them to show.

"Do you have the Moon Dust," Crunch had asked as he hovered over Shaggy's backyard in their new helicopter. Sadly their other one was destroyed which disappointed them both. Nonetheless, they now owned a newer and better helicopter than the other one. This helicopter was ebony and sleek with a monstrous design on the front of ivory jaws and crimson blood eyes that also acted as lights. There were violet bat wings emerging from the top and the rear to assist in flight as Crunch, as usual, was at the controls. Dracula had given them this helicopter in hopes that his plan didn't fail this time like they did last time. So far the plan was going great and there had been no mistakes or flaws in it. The Hunch Bunch knew this would please Dracula as they too were pleased at this.

"Yihiskadjks yes," Hunch responded as he poured the moon dust over Velma, Daphne, and Fred. It wasn't too long before the dust took effect on the teenagers and they were unconscious on the ground. Just like Dracula's plan, the Hunch Bunch followed through and abducted Fred, Daphne, and Velma.

Although it was daylight, Shaggy roamed the landscapes of Transylvania. His weakness was the moonlight for it increased his hormones into becoming more aggressive than what he was in the day time. Even so, Shaggy refused to let that bother him as he was getting hungry again. It was nearing lunch time and he had the perfect meal in mind. It was located in the dreadful castle that held the very immortal who made Shaggy a werewolf as his vicious paws took him as fast as they could go. There was evident drool in his mouth as it cloaked his fangs that were tainted pink at the tips; it was gore from the last thing he ate as it had only satisfied his appetite so much. The werewolf's stomach let out a horrid inhumane growl of hunger as he bolted through the castle's entrance. The werewolf could feel his hunger grow just like the plan of the kill as it played out in his mind. Even so, Shaggy didn't care how he killed his target he just wanted to savour the flavor of her flesh and bone.

The werewolf hastily climbed numerous flights of stairs before he reached the room and charged through its' simplistic yet gothic designed door. His victim sat before her dark wood vanity on a blood red silk chair. Vanna Pira was brushing out her long, raven hair while humming a strange melodic tune. For a good while he had grown to trust her as seeing she already thought of him as a cute, furry werewolf but even so, she was Dracula's wife so Shaggy could only trust her to an extent. Nonetheless, she was the only one who could control him for a while before Dracula had found and immediately grew enraged with her as well as the werewolf. Dracula had seen that he couldn't control his werewolf yet his wife could which pissed him off greatly. And how did she control Shaggy? With mere kindness, some food, and petting him. Dracula saw this as the pathetic coward's way of taming a beast and knew that in order to tame the werewolf properly, it would be by breaking his spirit with torment and anguish.

But now Vanna's control of Shaggy had worn off and he had become a vicious beast by his own rage for Dracula as well as other emotions and the environment. He allowed a low growl of ferocity to slip from his jaws as Vanna Pira turned to see him. She saw the rage and hunger in the werewolf's eyes as she immediately grew tense with horror, which was something that rarely happened to her. Vanna threw her chair at Shaggy as he broke through it easily. Charging at her, she attempted to fend him off with numerous objects in her room until he pinned her to the floor. His paws forced her delicate wrists to the floor as his claws dug into her palms, causing her to yelp and scream a little in pain as Shaggy responded with snarls and hungry howls.

"Please, Shaggy, stop this! Don't you remember how I used to treat you? Please remember," Vanna's voice was calm but terrified at the same time as her terror reflected in her widened eyes. The werewolf saw this and stopped his actions as his paws eased on her wrists a bit.

For a moment her words seemed to have an effect on the Shaggy werewolf. Her sickly sweet voice cut through the werewolf's thoughts like knife through flesh as he tried to shake it off. However, Shaggy could feel his inner beast taking hold as he tried to fight it off the best he could. His furry throat emitted growls and snarls of a mental fight as his eyes clamped shut. He could feel his human self being ripped apart as it did when he was originally turned into a werewolf. There was so much pain, so much suffering, and there was only one way to get rid of it: a tasty snack. Just as he had did in reality, Shaggy always solved his problems with food and since he could there was hardly any normal food in Transylvania, humans would have to do as well as anything that crossed his path. Without hesitation, Shaggy sank his fangs into Vanna's neck and ripped out her vocal chords causing her to die on the dot. From there on he savored the taste of her body as gore cloaked his fur and claws as he could smell the faint perfume of dead roses on her figure. It tempted the werewolf to eat more of her flesh as before he knew it he was gnawing on the bones of the only person in Transylvania who had ever been nice to him.