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A New Life in New Orleans

Children's vampire book synopsis:

Count Dracula leaves behind the foggy woodland hills of Transylvania for the humid, narrow streets of New Orleans. Dracula's wife Caramella has been seemingly abducted by his arch nemesis, the French nobleman Le'snot, who has whisked her away to the Garden District to be married on Halloween. Le'snot's friend, Edvard, is brooding and glittering (he's bitter that his fangs will not develop) and agrees to help Le'snot when he falls in love with a beignet waitress named Cookie at Cafe Du Monde.

And finally there is the small brown wolf-like puppy Wolfie who is burdened with a particular affliction for turning into a human boy during the full moon. It's his curse to bear, and while in human-boy form for those three days he searches old books on ways to destroy the human curse, not immediately seeing the hypocrisy of his quest.

Dracula and his son Devon arrive in New Orleans at a pier in front of Jackson Square, with St Louis Cathedral looming in the background, and immediately search for Le'snot. They hire the help of local vampire experts to seek him out. The father and son, along with Wolfie, are whisked out of the French Quarter and head for the oak-lined streets of the Garden District via the St Charles streetcar line and head to 1st St [formerly Anne Rice's home] to the corner house Le'snot calls home.

During the quest to find his mother Devon is constantly trying to kill other vampires, including his father, with tiny sharp wooden stakes, but is thwarted inadvertently and humorously throughout. Either Wolfie will catch one sailing in the air trying to play fetch or he will hit a bat swirling around the Count instead, ending in a wisp of smoke. The stakes never quite reach their intended targets... Lil D, as his father calls him, has grown angry since his mom left and he blames his father for caring more about growing the "Count Dracula brand" around the world than keeping his momma happy. The misguided Count tries inform his son that his mother did not leave--she was kidnapped by the despot Le’snot--Of course she would never leave them deliberately. But it is the Count who is wrong.

When Lil D and the Count are attacked in Lafayette Cemetery by the father-daughter vampire hunting duo, the infamous Blake and his fellow slayer Bunny. The little would be vampire hunter Lil D abates his contempt for his kind. And when his father helps save him, the moment helps to bond Devon with his father again as they fight their way back against the vampire slayers and arrive at Le'snot's home.



I was woefully deprived of the gift of art, so I'm searching for someone who would want to tag-team the shit out of this story and make the children's vampire satire the youth of the America didn't know they wanted, and a lot of adults, too. I'm writing the script, and perhaps a finished draft will encourage some artists to jump aboard.

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