Igor drove a carriage to the village, and Patricia rode inside. When they arrived, Igor stopped and let Patricia out.

"I shall find you a victim, milady," the butler. The teen simply nodded, then Igor walked off. A few minutes later, he came back with one of the male peasants. Patricia paused. "Here you are, Countess. This one should be a good enough."

Patricia stepped forward, her fangs protruding. As she got ready to drink from the peasant, she gagged. Igor looked confused. "Countess?"

"I...am not feeling well. I wish to go home."

"But, milady-"

"Now." Patricia got back into the carriage. Igor sighed and let go of the peasant and drove the carriage back to the castle.

When they returned, Count Duckula was waiting for them at the door. He wore a nightgown and matching cap. Crossing his arms, he asked, frowning, "And just WHERE have you two been?"

"We just went for a ride, milord," Igor replied.

Patricia tried to enter the castle, but Duckula blocked the door. "Uh, huh. At 10:30 at night?"

"Well, the Countess is nocturnal."

"Father, please move. I'd like to go inside," Patricia stated.

"Not until you two tell me what you were up to," the Count said, sternly.

A look of panic briefly crossed Patricia's face, but it quickly was replaced by her normal blank look. "I...was looking for a meal," she slowly said.

"But we have food here," Duckula said. Suddenly, he became disgusted. "Oh, THAT kind of meal? Patricia Duckula, how can you do that?! That's disgusting!"

"Well, milord, she's a Duckula and also a proper vampire," Igor said.

"You! You influenced her to do this!" Duckula shouted, pointing at Igor. "She's MY daughter! Quit trying to mold her into what you want her to be!"

Patricia backed away from them, finally teleporting to her room. She locked the door, then laid on her bed. She could hear the echoes of her father's shouts, and she buried her face in a pillow, eventually falling asleep.

An hour later, she was woken up by a knock at her door. "Who is it?" she asked, sleepily.

"It's me," she heard her father answer.

"Just a moment." Patricia immediately put on a serious expression and got out of bed and unlocked the door, opening it.

Count Duckula stood in front of the doorway. He looked disappointed and worried. "Patricia, can we talk?"

She nodded and let him in the room.

"I know we're Duckulas, and I know our family has done a lot of horrible things, but that doesn't mean you and I have to be like that, too."

"Morality differs from person to person."

"I know, but hurting people isn't right, no matter who you are. Patricia, I don't want you doing something you'll regret for eternity." He looked down at the floor. "I don't want my child to suffer or cause suffering."

Patricia hesitated, not able to fully read his emotions. She knew plenty of the Duckula family history. Igor always talked about her ancestors in a great light, while her father avoided the subject altogether. All she could do at that moment was stare at her father in silence.

Duckula sighed. "Please...just...think about how your actions affect others. You don't want to go throughout your life being a...monster. Good night, Patricia." With that, he left the room.

Patricia laid back down on her bed, hugging a pillow. Her father's words echoed in her mind and wouldn't stop until she fell asleep again.