Disclaimer: We are broke and we are making no money. Van Helsing is property Universal Studios. All Teams, players and Euro 2004 belong to UEFA. Depressing isn't it? We don't own the sound of music…..THANK GOODNESS!! Don't own Star Wars, Death Star, stuff like that.
Of Songs and Flying Footballs
After all the pizza, Dracula stumbled into the living room. The sight that meet him was one of the weirdest things that he had ever seen.
ALL his children were……..HAPPY! He cringed. This was not normal, it was not good, it was terrifying!
He found Alexia to be the source of the trouble. She was teaching all the baby Vampires to sing, but not just any songs……
"OK," she said in a voice that reminded Dracula of the Father-son bonding teacher, "From the top, after three…..one……..two…….three!"
All the vampires bellowed,
"DOE A DEAR A FEMALE DEAR, RAY A DROP OF GOLDEN SUN! ME, A NAME I CALL MY SELF, FAR A LONG, LONG WAY TO RUN! SOW, A NEEDLE PULLING TREAD, LA, A NOTE TO FOLLOW SOW! TE, A DRINK OF JAM AND BREAD, THAT WOULD BRING US BACK TO DOE!"
"Very good! Very good but try to be more flowing and smooth and not as…..well…shouty."
Alexia spotted Dracula at the door, "Ahhh, Vlady!"
This was going to be a night of cringing he decided, "What do you want?" he growled.
"Come sing with us!" she danced around him for a while, finally coming to a halt in front of him, an enthusiastic grin on her face.
Dracula stared back, looking like a frightened two year old. Before Blake and Alexia knew what was happening they had both been chucked out the door and were sitting on the cold stone step outside Castle Dracula.
"……..and stay away from my children!" Dracula screamed and slammed the huge door closed.
Dracula stormed off towards his coffin in total shock. What kind of girls had his sons fallen in love with?!?!
He sat on his coffin pondering this over in his mind when Vladislaus 13 entered the room.
"Hey! Do you know where Alexia is?" he didn't give his father time to reply. "Well, anyway! I wanted to show you this!" He held out his science project.
"You wanted to show me a metal football?" Dracula stared at his son incredulously. "What has Euro 2004 done to you all!?!?" he groaned into his hands.
"This ain't a football! It's the Death Star, silly!"
Though Dracula liked the word 'Death' in the name, he still didn't understand what was so special about this metal sphere.
"The Death Star!" repeated Vladislaus 13. "Haven't you ever seen Star Wars?" When his father didn't answer he brushed the matter aside.
"Look! It really works!" Vladislaus set the Death Star on the table beside Dracula's coffin. Pulling a remote control out of his cloak he hit the big red button marked 'TERMINATE'.
Dracula only just managed to dive out of the way of the blast of green light that issued from the model Death Star.
When the green light faded all that was to be seen was the smouldering remains of Dracula's coffin.
Vladislaus 13 looked up sheepishly at his father and, after looking from side to side he said, "Ummm… Vladislaus 1 did it! Yeah! That's what happened!"
"GET OUT!!!" Dracula screamed and kicked the metal 'football' at his son who only just managed to catch it and run out of the room as fast as his legs would carry him, leaving Dracula with a very sore toe.
That Death Star had been heavier than he first imagined.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the door Vladislaus 13 said to himself, "Why didn't they just hire my dad to destroy the Death Star?" he paused and after a moment he said, "Stupid Rebel Alliance!" With that, he walked back to his chambers to repair the damage his father had caused.
A.N. Sorry about the Star Wars references but we are going through a Star Wars mania stage. We promise that it will no longer appear in this fic! Promise to update as soon as possible!
Sweetdeath04 & Thorney
Of Songs and Flying Footballs
After all the pizza, Dracula stumbled into the living room. The sight that meet him was one of the weirdest things that he had ever seen.
ALL his children were……..HAPPY! He cringed. This was not normal, it was not good, it was terrifying!
He found Alexia to be the source of the trouble. She was teaching all the baby Vampires to sing, but not just any songs……
"OK," she said in a voice that reminded Dracula of the Father-son bonding teacher, "From the top, after three…..one……..two…….three!"
All the vampires bellowed,
"DOE A DEAR A FEMALE DEAR, RAY A DROP OF GOLDEN SUN! ME, A NAME I CALL MY SELF, FAR A LONG, LONG WAY TO RUN! SOW, A NEEDLE PULLING TREAD, LA, A NOTE TO FOLLOW SOW! TE, A DRINK OF JAM AND BREAD, THAT WOULD BRING US BACK TO DOE!"
"Very good! Very good but try to be more flowing and smooth and not as…..well…shouty."
Alexia spotted Dracula at the door, "Ahhh, Vlady!"
This was going to be a night of cringing he decided, "What do you want?" he growled.
"Come sing with us!" she danced around him for a while, finally coming to a halt in front of him, an enthusiastic grin on her face.
Dracula stared back, looking like a frightened two year old. Before Blake and Alexia knew what was happening they had both been chucked out the door and were sitting on the cold stone step outside Castle Dracula.
"……..and stay away from my children!" Dracula screamed and slammed the huge door closed.
Dracula stormed off towards his coffin in total shock. What kind of girls had his sons fallen in love with?!?!
He sat on his coffin pondering this over in his mind when Vladislaus 13 entered the room.
"Hey! Do you know where Alexia is?" he didn't give his father time to reply. "Well, anyway! I wanted to show you this!" He held out his science project.
"You wanted to show me a metal football?" Dracula stared at his son incredulously. "What has Euro 2004 done to you all!?!?" he groaned into his hands.
"This ain't a football! It's the Death Star, silly!"
Though Dracula liked the word 'Death' in the name, he still didn't understand what was so special about this metal sphere.
"The Death Star!" repeated Vladislaus 13. "Haven't you ever seen Star Wars?" When his father didn't answer he brushed the matter aside.
"Look! It really works!" Vladislaus set the Death Star on the table beside Dracula's coffin. Pulling a remote control out of his cloak he hit the big red button marked 'TERMINATE'.
Dracula only just managed to dive out of the way of the blast of green light that issued from the model Death Star.
When the green light faded all that was to be seen was the smouldering remains of Dracula's coffin.
Vladislaus 13 looked up sheepishly at his father and, after looking from side to side he said, "Ummm… Vladislaus 1 did it! Yeah! That's what happened!"
"GET OUT!!!" Dracula screamed and kicked the metal 'football' at his son who only just managed to catch it and run out of the room as fast as his legs would carry him, leaving Dracula with a very sore toe.
That Death Star had been heavier than he first imagined.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the door Vladislaus 13 said to himself, "Why didn't they just hire my dad to destroy the Death Star?" he paused and after a moment he said, "Stupid Rebel Alliance!" With that, he walked back to his chambers to repair the damage his father had caused.
A.N. Sorry about the Star Wars references but we are going through a Star Wars mania stage. We promise that it will no longer appear in this fic! Promise to update as soon as possible!
Sweetdeath04 & Thorney