And another chapter! ^^ Nonetheless, I watched 5 min. of the new Scooby Doo series...THEY NEED TO BRING BACK THE ORIGINAL. SERIOUSLY. And maybe some of the really old Scooby Doo movies where they meet the Addams Family and whatnot.
Once again I am partially nervous as to how this chapter came out character wise. I just hope to capture them right is all. ^^;
Enjoy! ^^
Velma, Shaggy, Dracula, Scooby Doo belong to Hannah Barbera
Chapter 12: A Fight of Ferocious Fangs
Velma bolted up the secret passage's tunnel, all the while blood dripped down from her hand, and onto the floor. Her hand felt along the dark tunnel for her way out. Thank God it was a single, narrow tunnel as she soon found herself emerging from the tapestry depicting the Grecian myth. Velma's mind was in a haze due to her blood loss, she was a bit delirious, and not knowing her way entirely around the castle didn't help any. Little droplets of blood on marked where she had ran as she took off down the stairs and soon found herself running past the dining hall. At the same time, Scooby Doo happened to look over at Velma. Something wasn't right with her. There was blood on her arm and was still flowing a bit, leaving blood marks on the floor. Where was she going? What was she doing? He went to call her name but it was too late as he watched her throw open the castle door and run off to the castle grounds and beyond. He had wondered what happened to her as he was curious if it dealt with Dracula or not. It probably did but nonetheless, this was not good. Velma had no idea where she was going let alone what she was doing. Was she even in her right state of mind? Scooby guessed she wasn't. However, the great dane had been at the castle long enough to know the monsters that roamed in the swamps and wilderness. Scooby also knew Shaggy knew the creatures and how to deal with them. No sooner the great dane turned around, the Werewolf Shaggy was standing on his hind legs behind him.
"Raggy, Relma's rin rouble," Scooby spoke to him in a worried tone. The Werewolf Shaggy nodded, had appeared at the sound of the front door slamming shut. Taking no chances, the werewolf got down on all fours, and ran like the wind with Scooby Doo behind him. The werewolf didn't want to run like this because he didn't want to think (let alone make Velma think) that her lesson was in vain and that they'd have to restart what she taught him. However, by running on all fours it was a quicker way to get to her and hope that she wasn't dead let alone in trouble already.
When Velma pressed her hand against a blackened dead tree, she knew she wasn't in the castle anymore. She was outside. Alone. With no protection. Granted, she could fight but who knew what lied out here in the wilderness? This was a place where witches brewed potions from Hell and the living dead walked the land; God only knew what she would find. Catching her breath from running, she began to realize that running after a blood loss wasn't a good idea but she had to get away from Dracula; otherwise, he probably would have killed her on the dot. Velma wondered how far she was from the castle and if she could make it back before nightfall. Looking down at her cut and bite mark, she was a bit relieved to see that it clotted. She would have to take care of it when she got back to her room...if she got back to her room.
The possibility of her getting back to her room seemed to grow very faint. From everywhere around her, Velma heard a plethora of snarls and growls. Velma's eyes widened as she looked around her. Whoever was making the numerous noises must have been in the shadows, for all Velma could see of them was there narrowed eyes of different shades. This made Velma even more terrified as she made a break for it. Behind her the creatures sprang to life in the form of wolves (alive and living dead), coyotes (also alive and living dead), and a few ebony snakes. The wolves and coyotes reminded Velma of hell hounds as she ran only so far only to trip over a loose branch. Her glasses went flying forward and onto the barren land which expanded into a swamp.
"Jinkies, my glasses," Velma freaked out as she frantically began to search for them. She could feel the hounds gaining on her as their snarls were low and lethal. Her vision was blurry as she felt for glasses but so far, no luck. She began to wonder if this was her end as she felt her heart racing like the fastest car in the world. Would no one save her? And the deal! Shaggy would never be human again! No, she had to find her glasses and find a way out. Grabbing her glasses and putting them on, she saw the vicious creatures. They were quit close to her now as she backed up as much as she could before she almost touched the dark swamp water. Velma could fight humans and vampires, but animals? She didn't have a chance.
Just as Velma thought her life was about to be ended by the vicious fangs of the wilderness, to howls broke the air of tension and panic as both sounded familiar to her which made her smile on the inside. Maybe this wasn't her time yet and maybe she would survive the torments of this otherworldly place for her love. One howl was almost inhumane but still had a trace of humanity within it while the other was that of a mere canine. In a matter of moments she saw her prince in furry armor stand on a rocky terrain near her. He almost seemed human as he stood on his hind legs and yet Velma knew he was still beastly by his appearance and from how the sunlight glistened on his slightly pink fangs. Even so beyond the faint gore on his fangs she knew that somewhere inside was a human with a big heart. Besides him was the great dane himself, Scooby Doo. He was never one to fight but even so, what was the worse he could do? It wouldn't hurt to try as Velma's eyes never left that of her werewolf crush. Jumping down to her level the werewolf Shaggy went down on all fours and lunged. In a matter of moments there was a blood bath as Velma grew terrified with every minute of it. Scooby on the other hand followed the werewolf and guarded Velma as he helped her escape to the sidelines.
Scooby Doo led her to just under the rocky terrain where the werewolf and Scooby stood just before leaping down. The werewolf snarled at the numerous wolves and coyotes that attempted to attack Velma. In return, they wasted no time and lunged at the Werewolf Shaggy. This caused Velma to look away for a spilt second before looked over in curiosity. To her astonishment, the Werewolf Shaggy was fighting (almost humanly at points) as it stunned and scared her a bit. She watched the werewolf be bitten by the ravenous creatures while he clamped onto their throats and ripped out their vocal chords and flesh, rendering them dead. Other times, he fought like a human which astonished her greatly. He threw them off and made a punching gesture, only to open his claws wide and scratch them straight across the face or chest. Scooby Doo was just as stunned as she was, however, he was snapped back to reality when ebony snakes hissed, and attempted to come his way. He merely snarled at them as they knew not to bother with the great dane and slithered off. Velma smiled a bit and thanked him for this as he nodded to her; only then did they return their eyes to the werewolf's combat. With every bite and scratch the werewolf received, a tear came to Velma's eye. Instead of seeing the werewolf fighting for her, she saw the human defeating the numerous monstrous canines. It made her smile a bit as she looked beyond the beast and saw the man she loved inside, trying to fight his way out physically and mentally. Her heart was broken however as she watched a rouge coyote chomp into his leg. Velma felt the tear roll down her cheek as she grew more worried by the moment. However, the Werewolf Shaggy took care of this and bashed the coyote's brain in as its' clamp released and it fell over dead. The rest of the wolves and coyotes took the cue to leave and ran off, yelping in doing so.
Velma stood quickly and ran to the Werewolf Shaggy as Scooby Doo followed her. As she ran to his furry figure she began to take note of the blood seeping into his fur and down along his body. She saw the numerous scars and scratches left on his fur as she felt her heart die in that moment and her breathing stop. What had they done to him! She pictured the human Shaggy being injured as badly as this as she tried not to cry. Trying to force the tears back, she ran to his lanky furry form. He was all that mattered to her in that moment as she neared him slowly.
"Norville," Velma asked in a gentle tone. She wanted to ask if he was all right but she had stunned herself when she called him that. She never called him Norville unless the situation was dire. In this case, the situation was quite serious as he was a bit stunned by the fact she called him that. Nonetheless, he looked over as the ferocity died in his eyes and in its' place was that gentleness she always loved about him. It broke her heart a bit more yet somehow it was repaired in the same manner that he could come out of a fight with softness in his eyes. The very gentleness and softness that he had when he was human. However, his eyes closed as he fell backward and passed out. Acting fast, Velma caught him before he could land in the murky death scented swamp water. Velma placed one furry arm around her shoulder and held it there, while she placed her other hand on his hip. Nodding to Scooby Doo, the great dane led them back to the castle of Dracula.
