Revenge of Count Dracuchilla
You cannot afford to miss reading part
two of the counts adventures!
If you didn't read part 1 you can find it
here
Short story for the
Chinchilla Club
Written By - Andrew
Winn
For six long months, Count Dracuchilla had
remained in the labochinories of
Professor Leo Van Braun, after his capture outside Whitby
Church with the
wheel and cage trap.
Professor Van Braun was a busy chap, and had entrusted the
care and study of
The Count to his humpback assistant Egor (on loan from friends
Frank and
Stein who ran a sewing company on the other side of town).
Van Braun was
having trouble with his special Bram furnace at the wheel
factory, as it
kept going out. He spent most of his time prodding and poking
the fire,
and was becoming a very skilled Bram Stoker.
Egor's two-fold job was quite simple. Firstly he had to
feed The Count with
pellets, hay and water, and certainly not give him any raisins
which seemed
to be the source of his power and brought on the desire
for blood. Secondly,
he was to watch and make notes on The Count's behaviour.
Week in and week out, Egor did Van Braun's bidding. Was
The Count left or
right pawed? If you moved his shelf did it catch him out
and make him fall?
Did he only nibble his own poops when he knew people were
watching?
Even though Egor was a simple chap, he gradually became
bored and longed to
return to Frank and Stein's, where he was allowed throw
huge, impressive
power switches and hobble around saying 'Yesss, massster'
all the time.
Those were the days! And so it was that he grew to resent
The Count.
That stupid little furball in the cage, he thought. How
could looking after
such a cute and innocent looking creature be a job important
enough to
warrant his undivided attention? Van Braun, away working
overtime in his
wheel factory, obviously didn't think him capable of proper
work. Well, if
this was all he had to do, he might as well make it more
interesting.
So, the next day Egor came to work with a large box of juicy
raisins, and
placed it, open, on a shelf above The Count's cage. The
Count could
obviously smell the rich, sweet scent of his forbidden fruit,
and raced
around his cage, frantically trying to draw attention to
himself. Egor
laughed and waved the raisins in front of The Count, driving
him into a
frenzy. Faster and faster The Count raced around his cage
until fur and hay
were flying out in all directions. Egor laughed
so much he had to stop for a
rest, so he placed the box back on the shelf and went to
his chair for a nap.
The Count, while he had been powerless and deprived over
the months, had
certainly not lost any of his guile and cunning. He'd seen
where the raisin
box had been left, and was determined to get it. Egor was
fast asleep,
drooling down his tunic, so The Count began to bounce in
his cage. It didn't
take him long to work out the resonant frequency of the
cage, and soon both
he and cage were bouncing together in harmony. Egor slept
through it all.
The vibrations from the bouncing travelled through the lab
bench to the
wall, and up the wall to the shelf. The raisin
box began to move, a millimetre at
a time towards the end of the shelf. Closer and
closer. And even closer. And then
it rattled the other way for a bit. But then it went back
again. And
finally, finally, it fell onto the top of the cage.
A hundred raisins poured in to The Count's open mouth. Nothing
was going to
stop him now. Full of energy he chewed through the galvanised
mesh in one
mighty chomp and leapt onto Egor's foot. He was through
the leather and
woolly sock in no time and was soon sucking lashings of
blood from the still
slumbering victim, just like during the voyage to Whitby.
Two pints it took,
before The Count was satisfied, and Egor's hump had been
quite deflated.
But The Count's revenge was not complete. He found the cupboard
containing
his homeland dust and went inside, closing the door behind
him, laying in
wait for the return of the professor.....
