*Note: Don't read this if u r a nancy-cat!!! ou before bed... XD"
Dawn approached, Starlite stirred. Her eyes opened slowly, the sun hurting her eyes. She looked across the room of Marlene's habitat. Skipper was looking at the sunrise, a determined look on his face. Starlite lifted herself painfully and walked over to him. "i'm going after them, toi can't stop me." Skipper a dit sourly. "Who a dit i was going to stop you? i'm gonna help-" "Don't even finish that sentence, toi are the one who caused this, toi stay here where toi can't cause any plus problems." Skipper stood up and walked vers l'avant, vers l’avant , he had bags under his eyes. "i was going to get toi there in a fast manner." She smiled, Skipper stopped. "How?" Skipper smiled, turning his head. "You think a mutant like me aint got plus tricks up my sleeve? i thought toi knew me better par now Mr Skipper." "You are a endless pit of secrets and mystery Starlite... Carry on." Starlite smiled, her fangs just peering out of her beak.
*Grrfergyclestan- A old abandoned castle*
Private moaned, his neck hurt. He opened his eyes, there in front of him he saw a skylight, he lifted his head and looked around and gasped. It looked like a abandoned dungeon in the mid-evil times. There were axes, swords, the "human stretcher" and many other torture tools. He turned his head to the other side, there was Private, Kowalski, Rico and King Julian hanging from the mur on chains, they were all passed out. Private tried to déplacer himself, but was stuck. He was strapped up onto a steal table, tableau with leather straps. He struggled, but the straps became tighter. "Don't move, i want to have fresh blood." A hissing sound a dit from a distance away, Private turned his painful head. There was Dracula, exactly as Starlite had described him, Private was completely petrified. "Wha... What do toi want from me?" Private squeeled, trying to sound brave. "Just thy friend lil' one... The female bird, she has the cœur, coeur strength of many of toi other useless vermin. toi are just the bait lil' one." He hissed, a faint trace of a old British/Russian accent floated in his voice. Private noticed something wasn't right... He didn't have a tongue. "Well, i have waited a fair amount of my time. i might as well make thyself a new minon awhile i wait." He laughed such a evil laugh, even Voldemort would be proud of the laugh. "HEEELP!!!! SKIPPER!" Private cried, tears were streaming down his innocent and petrified face as Dracula moved closer to him. Private could feel the Vampire's chill, there was no cœur, coeur in his chest. Private saw that the Vampire's chest area where the cœur, coeur was suppose to be, had a huge hole in it. There was a hole in its chest... His cœur, coeur had been ripped out exactly 500 years il y a par villagers... But mainly par a fair young maiden named Elisabeth Anna Helen.
*1512- Old Britian Monarchy*
A handsome young man named Delan JR XVII, who was the son of a wealthy man named Francis VI. He was the King's most valued advisor, he was a very clever man, he was known for his intelligence and was one of the lucky few who had the ability and privilege to read and write. He had a older son, Francis VII. Francis VII was just as clever as his father, he was also a very desired husband of many women in the town. Now toi might be wondering what this has to do with Skipper, Private ou even Starlite, toi shall soon find out...But the younger son, Delan, was mocked and looked-down upon for his stupidity. He didn't desire a education, he was a artist, he played the piano, organ, guitare and flute. He was also a painter. He spent hours practising his passion. But he spent most of his time staring out of the castle's window. Hoping to catch a glimps of Elisabeth, every jour Elisabeth would fetch water from a well near the forest at the back of the castle. She was beautiful, tall, blond and had a voice that even the birds would envy. Delan would listen to her sweet song every day, he had never spoken to her, but he was in love. One day, as he watched Elisabeth fetch water he noticed his older brother approaching her. At this point, i should mention that the two brothers hated one-another, the younger one envy ed the older one, and the older one looked down apon his brother. Delan watched Francis approach Elisabeth, his older brother grabbed her and pulled her into an embrace. Soon after this, his brother proposed and Elisabeth agreed. Delan's cœur, coeur grew colder and plus evil as the day's went by. One day, as Elisabeth was fetching water, Delan appeared from the forest. He grabbed her and pressed her aginst the well's small wall. A small push and she would fall. He looked at her and a dit "i l’amour toi Elisabeth, do thy l’amour me?" He a dit with a evil grin. "i am to be wed to thy brother, i don't l’amour thee." She replied. "Kiss me and i shall spare you." He a dit through gritted teeth. "No." She replied stuipedly and looked away from him. Delan leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant and bit into her neck, she screamed a painful scream, she was loosing blood fast. "Do thy l’amour me now?" He asked, moving away from her. She looked at him... He remembered how much he had loved her, but he felt nothing anymore. He screamed and pushed her into the well. She screamed... Her sweet song-voice drowned with her. Soon after this, Francis was found dead with two bite marks on his neck. The murder flowed through the town. The villagers became suspicious, they formed a mob and stormed the castle. They captured Delan and brought him to the plaza in the middle of town. They tied him to a pole and his father stepped forward. "Did thy kill yee brother and plus innocent people?" He a dit angrily. "i did, and i shall for the rest of eternity until Elisabeth's sweet song is heard once more!!!" He screamed. His father frowned, they set the pole alight. Delan's handsome face was glowing through the flames. His father took a knife. Stabbed his son in the chest and pulled out his warm internal organ. Delan died, but he a dit these words before he passed: "i shall never stop my deed's until the jour that my true l’amour is found and sing's the sweet luluby that Elisabeth use to sing!"
Years went by, but the tale of Dracula was still fresh. No-one knows what Dracula's real name was. The name has been Lost through many generations of story-telling, no-one knows if this story is even true.
But the legend is real, and the desire of Dracula's cœur, coeur shall be turned into a reality.His cœur, coeur will be found, yes toi read right. His father kept his cœur, coeur and locked it away for eternity. The jour his cœur, coeur if found and destroyed...That's the jour his heart's wish shall be granted...
Dawn approached, Starlite stirred. Her eyes opened slowly, the sun hurting her eyes. She looked across the room of Marlene's habitat. Skipper was looking at the sunrise, a determined look on his face. Starlite lifted herself painfully and walked over to him. "i'm going after them, toi can't stop me." Skipper a dit sourly. "Who a dit i was going to stop you? i'm gonna help-" "Don't even finish that sentence, toi are the one who caused this, toi stay here where toi can't cause any plus problems." Skipper stood up and walked vers l'avant, vers l’avant , he had bags under his eyes. "i was going to get toi there in a fast manner." She smiled, Skipper stopped. "How?" Skipper smiled, turning his head. "You think a mutant like me aint got plus tricks up my sleeve? i thought toi knew me better par now Mr Skipper." "You are a endless pit of secrets and mystery Starlite... Carry on." Starlite smiled, her fangs just peering out of her beak.
*Grrfergyclestan- A old abandoned castle*
Private moaned, his neck hurt. He opened his eyes, there in front of him he saw a skylight, he lifted his head and looked around and gasped. It looked like a abandoned dungeon in the mid-evil times. There were axes, swords, the "human stretcher" and many other torture tools. He turned his head to the other side, there was Private, Kowalski, Rico and King Julian hanging from the mur on chains, they were all passed out. Private tried to déplacer himself, but was stuck. He was strapped up onto a steal table, tableau with leather straps. He struggled, but the straps became tighter. "Don't move, i want to have fresh blood." A hissing sound a dit from a distance away, Private turned his painful head. There was Dracula, exactly as Starlite had described him, Private was completely petrified. "Wha... What do toi want from me?" Private squeeled, trying to sound brave. "Just thy friend lil' one... The female bird, she has the cœur, coeur strength of many of toi other useless vermin. toi are just the bait lil' one." He hissed, a faint trace of a old British/Russian accent floated in his voice. Private noticed something wasn't right... He didn't have a tongue. "Well, i have waited a fair amount of my time. i might as well make thyself a new minon awhile i wait." He laughed such a evil laugh, even Voldemort would be proud of the laugh. "HEEELP!!!! SKIPPER!" Private cried, tears were streaming down his innocent and petrified face as Dracula moved closer to him. Private could feel the Vampire's chill, there was no cœur, coeur in his chest. Private saw that the Vampire's chest area where the cœur, coeur was suppose to be, had a huge hole in it. There was a hole in its chest... His cœur, coeur had been ripped out exactly 500 years il y a par villagers... But mainly par a fair young maiden named Elisabeth Anna Helen.
*1512- Old Britian Monarchy*
A handsome young man named Delan JR XVII, who was the son of a wealthy man named Francis VI. He was the King's most valued advisor, he was a very clever man, he was known for his intelligence and was one of the lucky few who had the ability and privilege to read and write. He had a older son, Francis VII. Francis VII was just as clever as his father, he was also a very desired husband of many women in the town. Now toi might be wondering what this has to do with Skipper, Private ou even Starlite, toi shall soon find out...But the younger son, Delan, was mocked and looked-down upon for his stupidity. He didn't desire a education, he was a artist, he played the piano, organ, guitare and flute. He was also a painter. He spent hours practising his passion. But he spent most of his time staring out of the castle's window. Hoping to catch a glimps of Elisabeth, every jour Elisabeth would fetch water from a well near the forest at the back of the castle. She was beautiful, tall, blond and had a voice that even the birds would envy. Delan would listen to her sweet song every day, he had never spoken to her, but he was in love. One day, as he watched Elisabeth fetch water he noticed his older brother approaching her. At this point, i should mention that the two brothers hated one-another, the younger one envy ed the older one, and the older one looked down apon his brother. Delan watched Francis approach Elisabeth, his older brother grabbed her and pulled her into an embrace. Soon after this, his brother proposed and Elisabeth agreed. Delan's cœur, coeur grew colder and plus evil as the day's went by. One day, as Elisabeth was fetching water, Delan appeared from the forest. He grabbed her and pressed her aginst the well's small wall. A small push and she would fall. He looked at her and a dit "i l’amour toi Elisabeth, do thy l’amour me?" He a dit with a evil grin. "i am to be wed to thy brother, i don't l’amour thee." She replied. "Kiss me and i shall spare you." He a dit through gritted teeth. "No." She replied stuipedly and looked away from him. Delan leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant and bit into her neck, she screamed a painful scream, she was loosing blood fast. "Do thy l’amour me now?" He asked, moving away from her. She looked at him... He remembered how much he had loved her, but he felt nothing anymore. He screamed and pushed her into the well. She screamed... Her sweet song-voice drowned with her. Soon after this, Francis was found dead with two bite marks on his neck. The murder flowed through the town. The villagers became suspicious, they formed a mob and stormed the castle. They captured Delan and brought him to the plaza in the middle of town. They tied him to a pole and his father stepped forward. "Did thy kill yee brother and plus innocent people?" He a dit angrily. "i did, and i shall for the rest of eternity until Elisabeth's sweet song is heard once more!!!" He screamed. His father frowned, they set the pole alight. Delan's handsome face was glowing through the flames. His father took a knife. Stabbed his son in the chest and pulled out his warm internal organ. Delan died, but he a dit these words before he passed: "i shall never stop my deed's until the jour that my true l’amour is found and sing's the sweet luluby that Elisabeth use to sing!"
Years went by, but the tale of Dracula was still fresh. No-one knows what Dracula's real name was. The name has been Lost through many generations of story-telling, no-one knows if this story is even true.
But the legend is real, and the desire of Dracula's cœur, coeur shall be turned into a reality.His cœur, coeur will be found, yes toi read right. His father kept his cœur, coeur and locked it away for eternity. The jour his cœur, coeur if found and destroyed...That's the jour his heart's wish shall be granted...
