Yes! The cross-over you hoped would never happen has arrived!!! Forever
Knight meets Sesame Street! You have been warned....
Much thanks and virtual chocolate to my little sister for helping with
the Sesame Street bits, my friend Andrew for helping with the insanity,
and my marvelous beta reader Irene. :)
Feel free to archive, burn, or make into a neat hat.
Disclaimer: FK characters belong to Sony-Tristar and were created by
James D. Parriott and Barney Cohen. Sesame Street characters belong to
the Children's Television Workshop (although someone told me that
technically all of these things belong to Viacom, which owns the world).
No copyright infringement is intended. I'm only taking them out to play.
Comments, virtual chocolates, and aardvarks to: pleinelune@innocent.com
Ainsley, who is crazier than she looks.
Count Me Out: Part 1
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He was brought across in Jim Hensen's Muppet workshop
Preyed on apple juice for its sugar
Now, he wants to be a sock again
To repay 4-year-olds for picking up his bad accent
To emerge from his world of numbers
From his endless, forever FELT!!!!
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"Mr.Dressup?" Nick frowned.
"Yeah, it's a children's TV show. I loved it when I was growing up."
Nat pushed her chair back from her computer in the morgue of the
coroner's building to look up at Nick. "I still can't believe he
retired. Of course, it just wasn't the same after Casey and Finnigan
left."
Nick furrowed his brow.
"You would have watched it, too, if you'd had a *normal* childhood."
She paused. "Oh, never mind." She returned to her work.
"Yeah.... well, I'd better be going. Something's going around at the
precinct and half the officers are off sick. Reese will have a fit if
I'm not in soon." Nick turned to leave.
"Okay. See you later."
"Bye."
*********
Nick walked over to his desk at the precinct. Tracy looked up from her
paperwork.
"Where have you been? Captain Reese is almost ready to explode."
As if to prove her point, the door to the captain's office burst open.
His voice resonated through the room.
"Knight! Vetter! Get in here."
Nick and Tracy exchanged glances and walked over to his small office.
Reese shut the door behind them.
"Alright," he began, sitting down at his desk, "We've been getting
complaints from the local Transylvanian ambassador about death threats.
The officials think someone's out to get him, and they want us to take
care of it." He sighed. "You two are gonna have to take him into
protective custody until this whole thing blows over."
"But we're homicide cops!" Nick protested.
"And he's getting death threats," Reese said in an exasperated tone,
"What could be better?"
Nick frowned.
Reese glanced at Tracy, who seemed to be examining her shoe. She wasn't
about to mess with Reese when he was in *this* mood. She quietly turned
around and snuck out.
"Look, Knight. We're swamped with cases and short on cops. You're just
going to have to live with it. The embassy's at 105 Franklin Avenue."
Nick turned to leave.
"And Knight...." Nick stopped and looked back over his shoulder, "I
know this guy's from Transylvania, but try to keep this in the real
world."
*********
Tracy Vetter stepped out of Nick's Cadillac and looked up at the huge
building in front of her. It could almost be compared to a castle, not
really in size but in design. Spires adorned the rooftop, and the yard
was surrounded by a wrought-iron fence. The building itself was painted
to look like granite, with black shutters and doors.
"This is the embassy?" Tracy mused. "It looks more like a castle out of
an old horror movie."
"It's 105 Franklin Avenue alright," Nick replied, pointing to the brass
digits on the iron gate.
Tracy wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Well, let's just get this over
with," she said as she pushed the gate open. It creaked loudly on its
rusty hinges. She went along the path and up the stairs to the front
door while Nick followed close behind.
"Where's the doorbell?" she asked.
"I'd say this is it," Nick said as he lifted a large iron knocker in
the shape of a gargoyle. He let it fall three times. The sound echoed
through the old house in front of them.
"I don't think anyone's home," Tracy said quickly. This place was
giving her the creeps. Just as she was preparing to run back to the
Caddy, the door swung slowly open.
Nick stepped inside. "Hello? Ambassador? This is Detective Nick
Knight."
He heard a reply in a heavy transylvanian accent. "In here."
Nick turned to Tracy, who edged over the threshold to join him. Then,
they proceeded toward the direction of the voice. They walked down a
long dark hall with what looked like very old ancestral portraits hung
on either side. There was something strange about them, Nick thought,
but he couldn't identify what it was right away. Finally they came to
what seemed to be a living room at the end of the hall, filled with
antique furniture. As they came around the corner, standing in front of
them was a figure who couldn't have been more than three feet tall.
And.... he had purple skin.
"Two! Two tall blond cops! Ah-ha-ha-ha!"
This was going to be a long night.
*********
Date: Thu, 18 Dec 1997 18:06:58 -0330
From: Ainsley
Subject: Xover: Count Me Out (02/06)
To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU
Count Me Out: Part 2 (See Part 1 for disclaimers)
Nick and Tracy exchanged a glance as their diminutive host seated them
on a dusty old sofa. Now Tracy had some time to size him up. He was
maybe slightly over three feet, but not much, with purple skin, black
hair, a monocle, and pointed ears.... and what seemed to be two large
fangs. She looked over at Nick, who seemed to be uncomfortable about
something. She didn't notice the three bats hanging peacefully from the
ceiling.
"I am Count von Count," he said. "The Transylvanian ambassador, but you
may call me The Count. I was formerly the ambassador to Sesame Street,
but I was transferred. One! One transfer! Ah-ha-ha-ha!!!"
As he laughed a sudden flash of light filled the room, and there was a
loud crack of thunder. Nick and Tracy looked at each other in surprise.
It hadn't been raining when they had come in.
Nick cleared his throat. "Uh... so we hear you've been getting
threats."
"Yes! Two telephone calls, one scary note! Three! Three death threats!
Ah-ha-ha-ha!!!"
"Did you say you have a note?" Nick asked. The Count nodded. "Could we
see it?"
"Of course!" The Count walked over to a small table and returned
holding a small piece of paper. He handed it to Nick. Nick studied the
dark red writing. Blood? He inhaled deeply. No, it definitely didn't
smell like blood. It had more of a waxy odour... Nick furrowed his brow.
Crayon?
"Yes," Tracy managed to say. "Well, um... ... uh, do you have any
idea who would do something like this?" She sounded relieved to have
found something to say.
"No. No ideas!!! Ah-ha-ha-ha!!! But," he leaned closer to the police
officers, "this happened once before, when I was on Sesame Street. That
is why I was moved."
"Well, did they have any leads there?" Nick asked.
"No leads!!!..."
Nick interrupted before he could laugh again. "Okay, well," he glanced
at Tracy. "It looks like we're going to have to take you into protective
custody until this whole thing blows over," he said, repeating the
captain's words.
"Protective custody?" The Count said. "I must pack." He walked toward
the door, the three bats swooped down from the ceiling and followed him
out. Nick and Tracy exchanged surprised looks.
"One bat! Two bats! Three bats! Ah-ha-ha-ha!" The lightning flashed
briefly again.
*********
Nick pulled the Caddy into a space outside the precinct. Tracy cleared
her throat beside him. The Count was in the back seat. Nick didn't know
what he had packed in his bag, but whatever it was was flapping every
couple of minutes.
"Nick," Tracy began, "There's somewhere I have to go. I'll catch up
with you later, okay?" She smiled thinly.
"Sure, Trace," Nick answered. He knew exactly where she was going. She
stepped out of the car and shut the door. "Well, Mr. Von Count, it looks
like it's just you and me." Nick stepped out of the Caddy and opened the
door for his passenger. He slid out of the back seat, taking his old
black suitcase with him.
"Please," he said, "Call me The Count."
Nick managed a smile. "Sure." They made their way into the building.
Nick was going to have to think quick. He hadn't known the ambassador
was a vampire. I mean, sure, it was Transylvania, but.... He was
startled out of his thoughts by a touch on his arm. It was Nat. She was
frowning at the Count, who seemed to be amusing himself by counting
someone's paper clips.
"Four paper clips! Five paper clips! Six paper clips! Ah-ha-ha-ha!"
Nick looked up. There was that flash of lightning again. Natalie gave
him a confused look.
"So, uh, what are you going to do with him?" She said quietly.
"I don't know yet," Nick answered. "The situation's a bit more
complicated than I thought."
"Well, whatever you're doing, you'd better do it soon." She gestured
toward the Count, who was drawing strange looks from the rest of the
officers.
"Uh, yeah." He pulled the note written in crayon out of his pocket and
handed it to Natalie. "Could you drop this down to forensics?" Nat
nodded. "Thanks," Nick said. "We'd better go see the captain, Count,"
Nick continued loudly. The Count dropped the paperclips.
"Yes. Yes. One police captain! Ah-ha-ha-ha!!!" He stepped ahead of Nick
and headed toward the captain's office. He had a sort of odd, lop-sided
way of walking. Nick was trying to decide whether it was a limp when he
realized he was staring. He shook his head and followed the Count to
Reese's office. The captain looked up as they stepped inside. He looked
surprised for a moment then smiled warmly.
"You must be Ambassador Von Count," he said, leaning down to shake the
Count's hand. "Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise," the Count answered.
"It looks like we're gonna have to take you into protective custody for
a little while until this whole death threat thing gets resolved." He
turned to Nick. "We're going to have to see if there's a safehouse
available to take him to."
"Uh... we don't need to do that, Captain. He can stay at my place."
Reese frowned. "Are you sure?"
Nick managed a tight smile. This had to work. "Absolutely."
Reese looked sceptical for a moment, then returned his smile. "Okay.
You two can head over there now."
Nick inwardly smiled with relief. At least this way he could keep an
eye on the Count, and it was only until they caught the suspect.
"Come on, Count," he called. The Count turned away from the pencils in
Reese's desktop organizer, of which there were apparently nine. He
picked up his suitcase, which he had deposited near the door, and
followed Nick back to the car.
*********
Go easy on me, it's my first fanfic! :)
Date: Thu, 18 Dec 1997 18:10:48 -0330
From: Ainsley
Subject: Xover: Count Me Out (03/06)
To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU
Count Me Out: Part 3 (See Part 1 for disclaimers)
Tracy sat down on a sofa in the old church. Vachon joined her after
getting his dinner from the fridge.
"What do you want to know, Trace?" he asked when they were both
settled.
"Oh, come on, Javier. I don't always want something."
Vachon continued to look at her with a raised eyebrow. Her smile
gradually faded into a pout.
"Okay," she said. "I do want something."
Vachon leaned back and took a swig from the bottle.
"Shoot."
"Have you ever heard of a guy named Count Von Count?"
Vachon looked up from his bottle.
"There's something strange about him," Tracy continued. "I mean, he
could be Dracula himself!.... If Dracula was three feet tall and
purple."
Vachon remained silent.
"Well? Is he..." she hushed her voice, "Is he a vampire?"
Vachon blinked. Twice. "Uh... no. I've never heard of the guy, Trace."
He returned his gaze to the bottle in his hand.
"Are you sure? He had pointed ears, and fangs, and his skin *was*
purple..."
"Oh, please, Tracy," he interrupted. "You're seeing vampires
everywhere. Not every strange guy is some blood-sucking creature of the
night."
Tracy remained silent while she pondered this. She sighed.
"I guess you're right. After all," she continued matter-of-factly, "He
probably just has some weird skin condition like Nick."
*********
Nick swung open the lift door.
"Well, here it is," he said, gesturing to the loft. "I'm sorry there's
no guest bedroom. I hope the couch will be all right."
"Fine, fine." The Count stepped out of the lift and walked over to the
couch. He put his suitcase down next to the coffee table before jumping
up on the couch. His feet barely hung over the end. "One! One black
couch!!! Ah-ha-ha-ha!!!!"
Nick sighed. Why had he volunteered for this again? He picked up his
remote and shut the windows. Then he walked over to the fridge and took
out a bottle of dark liquid. He pulled the cork out with his teeth and
took a swig. Alright, so he knew why he had had to volunteer, but it
still didn't make it any easier. He took a smaller sip from the bottle.
Should he offer some to the Count? Nah. He could get it himself. So it
wasn't very charitable, but Nick knew he was going to regret this whole
thing by evening. The Count was already getting on his nerves. Well, he
was just going to have to deal with it.
"Count?" The Count looked up from his bag, which seemed to have been
consuming his attention. \\What's in that thing anyway?\\ Nick wondered.
"I'll get you a pillow and blanket." Nick headed for the stairs.
"Um..." the Count began, "Do you mind if I let my friends out of my
bag?"
Nick creased his brow. "Uh, no... I guess." The Count bent down and
opened his suitcase. Out flew the three bats. They flew in a circle
around the Count's head and proceeded to perch on the edge of the couch.
"Okay...." Nick said under his breath. He turned around and climbed the
stairs, returning a few moments later with an armload of blankets and a
pillow. The Count seemed to be gesturing to the bats. Nick laid the
blankets on the end of the sofa. Thankfully, the Count didn't seem to
notice. Nick didn't know how much more of this counting business he
could take. He was just about to say something when he heard the buzzer.
"I'll get it!" he said, grateful for a reprieve.
He walked over to the monitor and turned it on.
"Vachon?" he said incredulously. "Since when do you bother to ring
doorbells?"
Vachon shrugged.
"Been talking to Tracy again?"
"You could say that..."
Nick smiled. That explained that.
"Well, come on up."
Nick heard a whoosh right behind him. He turned around.
"Hey, Nick."
"Hi, Vachon. Cutting it a little close aren't we?"
Nick looked at his watch. It was 6 am. The sun would be up soon. Vachon
shrugged.
"Well, what's up?" Nick asked.
Vachon turned to look at the Count, who was now definitely instructing
the bats on *something*. His voice was closer to a whisper when he spoke
next.
"It's about your... uh... guest. I've heard of him. He's *old*."
"The Count? *Old*?" Nick didn't think he was capable of surviving more
than a year on his own.
"Yeah, *really* old. But I'm not the person you should be talking to."
They looked at each other for several seconds.
"Well," Vachon began, "I'd better get going. Just thought you should
know." Vachon's words were followed by another whoosh as he disappeared
from sight.
The Count? Old? *Really* old? Nick didn't think so, but he did think he
knew who Vachon had been talking about. Well, it was too late to do
anything about that now.
"Mi mi mi mi." Nick turned. There seemed to be several small voices
coming from the couch. The Count was standing right in front of the
bats, who seemed to be looking right at him. The Count raised his hands.
The three bats seemed to inhale in unison. The Counts hands fell as he
began indicating a rhythm to the bats, who began..... *singing*.
"Batty, batty, batty, batty, batty, batty, batty, batty, bat. Bat!
Bat!"
Nick shook his head. He was too tired for this. He had to be
hallucinating. Anyway, at least the bats had stopped singing, if they
ever had been in the first place. The Count had taken a seat on the sofa
in front of them.
Nick cleared his throat. "Well, uh.... I'd better be getting to bed. Do
you think you could ask your friends to keep it down a bit?" He couldn't
believe he'd said that. Oh well, the Count didn't seem to have noticed.
"Yes!" the Count said. "Bedtime!" He hopped under the blankets. "Though
I have trouble getting to sleep in new places..."
"Count sheep or something," Nick suggested. "I'll be upstairs if you
need me."
"Alright," the Count answered as Nick made his way upstairs. "One
sheep! Two sheep! Three sheep! Ah-ha-ha-ha!!! Four sheep......"
*********
Go easy on me, it's my first fanfic! :)
Date: Thu, 18 Dec 1997 18:13:46 -0330
From: Ainsley
Subject: Xover: Count Me Out (04/06)
To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU
Count Me Out: Part 4 (See Part 1 for disclaimers)
Nick rolled over in his bed and looked at the clock. It read 2 pm. Nick
groaned. How was he going to make it until sunset without strangling
his... er... guest? The Count's voice drifted up from below.
"162 523 sheep! 162 524 sheep! 162 525 sheep! Ah-ha-ha-ha!!!!"
*********
"You look like hell," Tracy said over her coffee. Her partner had just
arrived at the precinct with their charge, who was now counting
thumbtacks. At least Nick had been able to convince him to leave his
furry friends at the loft.
"Yeah, well I didn't get a whole lot of sleep." Nick collapsed into his
chair. He rested for a few seconds. "Listen, Trace. Can you stay with
the Count for a while? I've got a couple of things I need to do."
"Sure. No problem." She smiled.
"Thanks," Nick smiled thinly in return. He made his way out of the
precinct, thankfully rid of the Count, who had kept him up most of the
night with his stupid counting and his singing bats. "I guess that's one
of the risks of the job," Nick said to himself as he hopped into the
Caddy.
*********
Nick stopped outside the glass window at the Raven and watched his
master talk to the people of Toronto.
"...In this era is there anything we can truly believe in? Count on?
Well, gentle listeners, you tell me." LaCroix looked up from the
microphone as he pushed the button to end his broadcast. "Come in,
Nicholas."
Nick opened the thick wooden door and stepped into the dark studio.
"Come to your see your father?" LaCroix asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I need your help," Nick answered.
"*You* need *my* help do you?" LaCroix replied, obviously amused by the
concept.
"There's a vampire. His name is Count Von Count. I understand he's very
old."
LaCroix's face changed when Nick said the Count's name. His smile
transformed into dark concern.
"Yes, the Count. I knew him a long time ago. He is very old."
"Well there's something not quite right about him. He seems obsessed
with counting, and he doesn't exactly *look* normal, either."
LaCroix smiled as if in a joyless victory. "Yes. I always knew he would
be first."
"First?" Nick was bewildered. "First what?"
"It happens to us all, Nicholas. All the ancients." LaCroix suddenly
seemed to realize what he was saying. He frowned for a second, then
smiled again.
"That was a long time ago," he said with finality. "I'm sorry I can't
help you." LaCroix returned to the microphone. "Welcome back, gentle
listeners. I see we have a caller...."
*********
Date: Thu, 18 Dec 1997 18:16:18 -0330
Reply-To: pleinelune@innocent.com
Sender: Forever Knight TV show stories
From: Ainsley
Subject: Xover: Count Me Out (05/06)
To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU
Count Me Out: Part 5 (See Part 1 for disclaimers)
Nat turned around and gasped with surprise.
"Nick!" she said. "I didn't hear you come in."
He grinned.
"Sorry, Nat. Have you heard from forensics yet?"
"Well, the note was written in crayon, but they couldn't find any
fingerprints. They did, however, manager to find one black hair and a
polyester fibre."
"Polyester?" Nick asked.
"That's what *I* said. I mean, who wears polyester these days?"
"That's all they found?" Nick frowned.
"Yes.... Nick? Are you okay?"
Nick sighed.
"I just didn't get a lot of sleep yesterday. That... Count kept me up
with his stupid counting and singing bats."
"What?"
"...Nothing. It's just that I'm beginning to understand this guy's
point of view. If we don't catch him soon, I just might kill the Count
myself."
"Nick!" Natalie admonished.
"I know, Nat. I know. I'm sorry. He's just so irritating..."
"Nick, no more killing. Even if he is a vampire, and even if he is
irritating. Annoying people are just something you have to learn to live
with. We can't just kill every annoying person who comes along, even if
we want to. It's just not the way things are done."
"Yeah, well, I'll keep that in mind." Nick walked toward the door.
"You'll keep it in mind?!? Nick? Nick!" Nat spun around to follow him,
but he was already gone.
*********
Nick ran into Tracy almost immediately after he got in the door.
"Nick! Nick! I'm so glad you're back!" She had a slightly crazed look
in her eyes. "You'll take him won't you?" She grinned. "Yes! You'll take
him away! Hee hee hee!!!"
Nick was shocked.
"Tracy? Tracy! Snap out of it!" He gave her a light slap across her
face. She exhaled sharply, then breathed in slowly. She shook her head.
"T-thanks N-Nick," she said. "I n-needed that."
\\Wow.\\ Nick thought. He had known the Count was irritating, but he
hadn't known his effect on mortals would be so extreme.
"Come on, Tracy," he said soothingly. "Let's go back to your desk and
you can tell me everything." Nick took her arm and led her back to her
desk. She sat down with her arms around her knees while he poured her a
cup of coffee.
"Thanks," she said, slightly more under control.
"What happened?" Nick asked.
"Well, at first I thought the counting thing was kind of cute. He
counted my paperclips, then my pencils. Then it got a little more
annoying. He started counting desks, ceiling tiles, coffee cups, donuts.
He was driving me insane! He counted everything! Computer disks,
T-shirts, the number of times the captain hit the water cooler! I... I
couldn't take it anymore!!!"
"Tracy! Tracy calm down!" Nick said. "It's okay. I'll handle the Count.
Where is he, anyway?"
"I think he's in Reese's office counting files." She looked down at her
cup. "I need more coffee."
Tracy ran off in the direction of the coffee pot while Nick headed for
Reese's office. The Count was indeed in there, but he had moved from
counting files to counting Post-Its. Captain Reese was sitting at his
desk. Nick had never noticed that facial twitch before....
"Knight! Thank God! Where have you been?"
"Well, Captain, I..."
"Never mind!" Reese interrupted. "Just take him, please! For the sake
of my sanity."
"Uh... sure. Let's go, Count." The Count turned and followed him out.
Nick made sure to move quickly. If the Count had been acting like this
the whole time, half the officers in the precinct were probably ready to
kill them both. They finally got to the Caddy, but not without some evil
glares from staff members.
"We'd better get back to the loft before you get into any more
trouble." Nick said under his breath.
*********
Date: Thu, 18 Dec 1997 18:21:02 -0330
From: Ainsley
Subject: Xover: Count Me Out (06/06)
To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU
Count Me Out: Part 6 (See Part 1 for disclaimers)
Nick pulled the Caddy up alongside the warehouse which also served as
his apartment.
"Here we are," said Nick adding "Finally." under his breath. He and the
Count stepped out of the car. Nick began to make his way towards the
door when, suddenly, a figure stepped from the shadows.
"I've got you now, Count!!! Hee hee hee hee!!!" the short silhouette
cried as it stepped into the light. Nick took in the yellow-skinned
figure with black hair and.... a striped polyester shirt.
"Bert!" said the Count. "What are you doing here?"
"What does it look like?" answered Bert, pulling a gun from behind his
back.
"One! One homicidal maniac!!! Ah-ha-ha...."
"Stop!" Bert yelled. "No more counting!" The Count stopped, still
smiling. Nick suddenly realized that the gun could be a threat, even
though the Count was a vampire. After all, not only was the Count a
little... different than other vampires, but who could tell how much
Bert knew? The Count obviously knew him. The gun could be loaded with
garlic or holy water. Nick grimaced. Annoying as the Count was, it was
his duty to protect him. He stepped forward.
"You counted everything!" Bert continued. "All my paperclips, all my
pigeons! Even my oatmeal cookies! There was nothing left for me to
count! I like counting, too!" He raised his gun. "There's only one thing
to do...." he said with a demented gleam in his eyes.
The world slowed down for Nick as the projectile left the gun. He leapt
with vampiric speed in front of the Count. The flying object hit his
coat with a small and fell to the ground. Nick stooped and picked
it up.
"A bottle cap? He shot a bottle cap?" he said in amazement. The Count
stood safely smiling behind him, his monocle glinting in the dim light.
Nick was still considering the implications of all this as a second
figure came from the same direction as Bert.
"Ernie!" gasped Bert.
"Bert, what are you doing?" Ernie asked.
"Well, he counted all my stuff," Bert whined. "I want to count my
stuff."
"But Bert, everyone has to share."
"You're right, Ernie." Bert turned to the Count. "I'm sorry, Count. I
shouldn't have sent you death threats. We can count together."
The Count stepped from behind Nick. "And I'm sorry I counted your
things without asking. We can all count! Ah-ha-ha-ha!"
"From now on, Bert," Ernie added, "No more oatmeal cookies before
bedtime. Khee-khee-khee-khee!"
"Yeah," said Bert sheepishly. "Now let's all go home."
"Back to Sesame Street!" said the Count.
The three joined hands and began to walk off down the street, when the
Count turned back towards the staring Nick, who was still standing with
the bottle cap in his hand.
"Thank you for your help, Detective Knight!" he called. Then he turned
back to his friends and they strode away, counting as they went. Nick
finally shook himself out of his stupor and went into the loft.
"Oh, well," he said to himself, confused, "At least that's over with."
*********
LaCroix sat alone at the bar in the Raven. The nightclub was empty, all
the patrons gone for the day. He twirled a glass of reddish liquid
between his thumb and forefinger. Slowly, he looked up to the rack of
wine glasses over his head and reached out to touch one.
"One, one wineglass! He he he he...."
The End
Well, there it is, my first piece of fanfic. I hope you liked this
little piece of lunacy. Anyway, a crazy friend of mine suggested a
completely insane ending for this story early on in its creation and
threatened to stake me if I didn't use it, so I wrote it up as the
Completely Insane Alternate Ending. Warning: If you thought the story
above was frightening enough as it is, read no further.
The Completely Insane Alternate Ending
Written mostly from ideas from Andrew Bonia. If you aren't scared of him
after reading this, you're as insane as I am. :)
Nick pulled the Caddy up alongside the warehouse which also served as
his apartment.
"Here we are," said Nick adding "Finally." under his breath. He and the
Count stepped out of the car. Nick began to make his way towards the
door, when, suddenly, he heard eerie laughter coming from above.
"I've got you now, Count!!! Hee hee hee hee!!!!"
Nick looked up to see a yellow-skinned figure with black hair
wearing.... a striped polyester shirt. The silhouette brandished a
strange sort of cane in his right hand.
"Bert? Bert what are you doing?" called the Count.
"You'll see!!!" Bert replied. With a swift motion, he whipped his cane
forward, yelling: "Fly, my pretties, fly!!!!!" From behind him flew
legions of pigeons. They dove towards the Count. Nick stared,
bewildered.
Suddenly, the Count yelled: "Batty, batty, batty!!!!" The three bats he
had been singing with earlier swooped out of the loft's open window.
They met the pigeons straight on, flapping and forming a kind of
protective shield over the Count. Nick came to his senses and took this
opportune moment to fly to the roof. He lighted behind Bert. Running
forward as Bert turned to face him, he pushed the villain forward,
holding him over the edge of the building. Bert glanced down, then swung
his arm to point the cane at Nick. The pigeons stopped trying to get
past the bats and swooped up, rushing straight into Nick. Nick was
knocked backwards as he put his arms up protectively over his face,
dropping Bert.
Bert grabbed his cane in both hands as he fell, holding in horizontally
over his head. A group of pigeons flew towards it and perched there,
flapping their wings vigorously. Bert's free fall ended and the birds
carried him safely to the ground. He landed facing the Count.
The Count suddenly threw back his head and laughed. "Ah-ha-ha-ha!!!"
The lighting cracked brightly again, and close. When Nick looked down to
where Bert had been, there was nothing left but a pile of stuffing and
the cane. With that the Count turned and left, slowly fading into the
distance.
Nick stood alone, the pigeons gone now.
"Damned evil super-villains," he muttered. "Who would have guessed?" He
glanced once more at the pile of fabric which had once been Bert, then
went into the loft to get a broom.
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Ainsley pleinelune@innocent.com
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