It was a dark and stormy night in the hellish lands of Transylvania. In most nights not a single soul would dare to wander due to the evil that lurks when the sun is down but not tonight. A red race car and a brown rusty tow truck were cruising on an old road, not caring about the rain pouring on their heads. Their destination: the lair of Count Chick Hicks.

This is the tale of Lightning McQueen, professional vampire hunter. He started this job months ago when his beloved wife Sally was found dead with her gasoline sucked dry. It was no doubt a vampire was to blame, so he made a promise to rid of every filthy creature he could find. With the help of his sidekick Mater, Lightning eliminated dozens of vampires. And tonight, the two were going to finish off one of the most dangerous fossil fuel suckers to ever walk the Earth.

They finally arrived at the Count's lair, which was a large castle standing on top of a small mountain. A large door was the only thing stopping them from entering the castle, and though it looked harmless it could be booty trapped. Lightning pushed Mater forward, signaling to check for danger. Mater gulped and slowly opened the door. When it was fully opened, black toy planes came out from the inside and flew into the night sky.

"Toy planes?" Lightning McQueen spoke in confusion. "Why are there toy planes in a place like this."

Mater decided to answer "I believe those planes are suppose to represent bats since all living things are vehicles."

Lightning blinked, said "oh", and went inside the lair with his sidekick.

They quietly lurked about, hoping no ambushes were waiting for them. Nothing attacked them, and soon found a garage. Opening the garage door, the car and truck found Count Chick Hicks slumbering away. This was a perfect opportunity to slay the vampire, so they took out their stakes and readied their aim. A raindrop that rested on Mater when the tow truck was outside in the rainy weather slid off the truck's towing hook and dripped on the sleeping Count. That tiny impact was enough it wake the vampire up in an angry and hungry mood.

"Aw crap" muttered McQueen.

The vampire hunters were now vampire hunted as Chick Hicks charged after Mater and McQueen. The stakes couldn't stab a vampire as agile as Hicks, and the sun would rise in five hours so that was less helpful. After racing through the castle halls the prey stopped at a dead end, and the vampire count was coming in at full speed. All out of ideas, Lightning McQueen picked up a nearby lit candle and threw it at Chick Hicks. The count swallowed the candle, and felt the candle's flame setting the gas inside him ablaze. And with all the gasoline the vampire sucked from mortal cars, needless to say the explosion was large enough to blow up the castle.

The count was now dead and his lair was destroyed as well. Lightning McQueen and Mater survived for some reason, and they cheered over their victory.

"Well that was one thrilling, though quickly rushed, adventure!" McQueen proclaimed. "And look! The storm is clearing!"

The rain stopped pouring as the black clouds dispersed and a full moon took their place. The tow truck suddenly turned ill, and the race car wondered what was going on.

Mater groaned and said "there's something I didn't tell you about myself…"

He didn't finish his sentence when he transformed into a vicious two-wheeler!!!

Prepare yourself for the sequel to this pointless fan fiction called Motwerecycles!

Coming soon in 200NEVER.