The Chipmunks met Frankenstein, and the Wolfman. But what about Dracula.?

The chipmunks were created and produced by Ross Bagdasarian and the Bagdasarian productions. I am not doing this for profit, just fun. (

THE CHIPMUNKS MEET DRACULA!

Written by Raven Child

Chapter 1: The Accident!

~ The Trailer ~

SOMEWHERE IN TRANSYLVANIA

It is a dark stormy night, and far across the land laid foot a gloomy looking castle on a hilltop. The only evidence of life in this ancient looking building is the flickering of a couple of candles from within one of the windows in the upper level of the tower.

Inside the room, a man sat in the shadows at the head of a long dinner table. The door opens at the end of the hall. Three young looking people step into the shadows of the room. They made little noise as they reached the long table

"You wished to see us, Master?" The young female asked.

"Yes. I have decided to let you three to go out on your own." The man in the shadows said.

A servant comes up to him and pours a thick red liquid into his wine glass. The young lad bows gracefully to the man in the chair, and walks away. The man picks up the glass and moves it in a circler motion so it may stir itself around the rim.

"You have shown me great loyalty, and now I would like you three to enjoy the world."

"You will not join us, Master?" One of the young males asked.

"No, I will shell wait here." The man takes a sip of his wine glass. "Go now, the sun will rise soon."

"Yes, Master." The three young adults chimed at once. The three of them takes a bow before leaving the room. The man continues to sit in the shadows and drinks from his wine glass.

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TWO WEEKS LATER, L.A. USA.

Simon sat at his computer, trying to finish his Thesis on Quantum Physicists for school. The room is quiet, for once. Theodore is in the kitchen making dinner, and Alvin is watching some kind of monster movie. Dave will be home by dinnertime. This gave Simon the perfect opportunity to work in peace on his homework.

Without knowing a shadow starts sneaking up on him. The silhouette on the wall showed a figure wearing a long cape. The intruder stretched out his arms and made his cape look like big dark wings. Inch, by inch, the figure crept. Finally, the shadow arrived at arm's length behind Simon.

Slowly the dark four-digit hand moves towards Simon's shoulder and grabs it.

"BLAA, I'm going to suck all your blood." Alvin said as he exposed his fake fangs to his brother.

"Aaaack!" Simon falls back, and off his chair. He lands on the floor with a loud 'Thud', and his papers went flying everywhere.

"Alvin! You scared me half to death!" Simon shouts, as he picks himself back up from the floor and dusts himself off.

"HA, HA, HA! You should have seen the look on your face, Simon!" Alvin laughs.

Simon glares and growls at his annoying brother.

"I thought you were going to be watching a movie downstairs." He asked Alvin.

"I was, but it was a rerun."

"So, that never stopped you before." Simon raised his eyebrow.

"Yea, but after the 50th time does get dull after a while." Alvin shrugged.

Simon let out a groan and rolled his eyes skyward. He then looks down on his unfinished Thesis and starts picking them up and puts them in his backpack.

"I'm going to the library, Alvin. I need to finish my paper. Tell Dave I'll be home before Dinner." Simon announced before leaving the room.

Alvin watches his brother leave the room then shakes his head in disbelief. 'How could he think of homework on a weekend?' He though to himself.

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TWO HOURS LATER.

Simon sat quietly in the library. It is always enjoyable to be able to sit somewhere in silence, so he can focus on his homework without Alvin bothering him. It wasn't till he looked down to his watch when he realized the time.

"Ah, nuts.I'm late, Dave will kill me." Simon suddenly mutters as he collects his books and shoves them in his backpack.

He runs out of the library after putting back the Encyclopedias on the bookshelf. Simon looks up and notices the sun is almost down over the western sky. Not only that, but it also appeared a storm is coming along the Southern part of the sky at an alarming speed.

"The wind defiantly started to pick up since entering the library." Simon muttered to himself.

Mentally, Simon punished himself for being tardy. He promised he'd be home before dinnertime, and it is already 45 minutes past that. It will be very difficult to face Dave when he gets home. Simon knows that he won't be too happy with him.

After approaching his bike, he throws on his helmet. Safety is always part of Simon's agenda. Simon bends over and unlocks the chain from his bike and the bike rack. He quickly hopped on his bike and started riding off. His long blue turtleneck sweater is no trouble while he rides his bike. The special design of the bike enables this small chipmunk child to ride with ease.

Simon got about three blocks when it started to rain. The Rain began to fall gently at first then without warning it turned into a major down pour.

"Ah, man." Simon grumbles. He tries to pedal faster in hopes he could get home faster before this storm could get worse.

As Simon got to the middle of an intersection, a car appeared out of nowhere. It only took a second; Simon barely had a chance to glance over and see the bright headlights heading right for him.

"Oh no!" He screamed.

WHAM!!

The front end of the car hit Simon's back end of his bike. This caused Simon to fly off and bounce off the hood of the vehicle. He then rolled off and landed hard on the pavement on the road. Simon's glasses fell, with a battered frame, and cracked lenses, beside his hand that is stretched out on the pavement.

For a moment everything was quiet. All that is heard is the rain falling hard on the road and car. The motorized sound of the windshield wipers kept moving from side to side on the window of the black car. Finally the door on the driver's side of the car opens. A young woman, whom dressed all in black, walks out. With a calm frown on her face, she stands over the battered body of Simon.

"Oh dear." She whispers.