Transylvania 2007

Chapter 1

Flying

Leon Harker, an English solicitor is on his way to Translyvania, Romania on a business trip. Leaving his family and closest friends behind he worries about the next few months ahead. It will take only a couple of hours to get there as he is travelling by aeroplane. The only information he has been given is his where he will be staying and who he will be staying with.

He reaches for a scrap piece of paper in his pocket. It reads:

Mr. Harker,

I have booked a taxi to collect you from the airport shortly after your arrival. You shall stay in my home, i have organised a comfortable room for you which I am sure will be to your delight. My home is situated in the Carpathian Mountains, but the driver knows where to go.

Have a safe journey Mr. Harker.

Count Dracula

Reassured by this note Harker continued minding hos own business and doing what he was doing. He wasn't a lover of heights and being in an aeroplane hardly helped his fear. Every now and then an air hostess would walk by, sometimes offering bags of nuts, coffee or just a magazine.

After several hours the captain made an announcement.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. We will be landing very shortly and i would advise you put on you safety belts. Please feel free to purchase any of our duty free items as you leave the vehicle. And once again thank you for travelling with us today.

Once Harker had collected his bags and left the plane he headed for the exit. There were dozens of middle-aged scruffy looking men holding up pieces of cardboard with names on them. One read Willam Percy, another Richard Piccard and another Anne Douglas. He continued to walk on down the corridor. At the end he saw a strange looking man. He was scruffier looking than the rest. To Harker's disgust the strange looking man was holding a sign above his head that read "Mr. Harker". The man took his bags and carried them to an outdoor car park just next to the main entrance. To Leon's amazement the car they would be travelling in was a rather expensive looking one and very gleaming in the sun.

The "strange man" didn't talk the entire journey, he didn't make a sound not even the slightest whistle, click or the smack of his lips against each other. It was very awkward for Harker. He would have asked to put on the radio but was still very intimidated by the man's looks and ways. So he just sat, tapped his fingers on his thighs and took in the sights.