Chapter One

For over a Century, countless tales have been told about a man who was immortal and who would drink the blood of his victims in order to sustain life that he knew. Now humans read about this immortal man by author like Bram Stoker and Anne Rice. Or they would watch movies with Bela Lugosi. These tales, these fables frightened all. But one myth, one story, was true. There was an immortal man who actually existed. Whom can rise again with the proper text. He would come into the world killing innocent lives in order for him to live, creating more like him and soon the world as we know it was cease to exist.

Only one family can destroy this immortal man who calls himself Dracula. The ancestor of this family was the only known person to bring this man to his grave. Only two members remain in this family. They are to destroy Dracula when he rises again. They just don't know it yet.


October sat in her grandfather's library reading from her favorite author, joy fielding. In her ears were headphones to her ipod play songs from her favorite CD from Evanescence. The house she was in was big, pretty much a mansion, which she moved in with her grandfather when her mother past away, because he was the only family she had left.

The mansion in Northern England was passed down from generation to generation, reviling the family's history. After October's mother refuse to inherit the home and moved to New York, her grandfather, William Van Helsing, keep the mansion hoping one day his granddaughter that he never saw would come back and inherit their family history.

When October's mother died four years ago in a car accident she was only fifteen years old and was sent to Europe to live her grandfather who she has never met. William was happy to see his grandchild yet October didn't come with open arms. She kept mostly to herself for the first few years, barely talking to anyone or making any friends at school. But it wasn't like she had friend in New York anyway. As the years went by she became more open and bit-by-bit she began talking to her only family more and more.

October didn't feel like she fit in anywhere, not in New York, not here. To tell you the truth the only place she felt comfortable was in the mansion in the library. Where she always sat reading her book.

"October!" She could hear and elderly man calling for her. "I'm in here." She shouted out, after taking her headphones off. William popped his head in the doorway and smiled at his granddaughter, "I'm going to work now. If you need anything…." She cut him off "I know I know. Call the library at Oxford. I know." She smiled. The old man laughed at himself "See you tonight." October waved her hand "Love you." William shut the door behind him and smiled before he left for the front entrance.

October went back to reading her back after she put back on her headphones. She read her book for about an hour. When she was startled by a loud sound that she heard between songs. She quickly turned off the light and stood up. She grabbed the shovel that was for the fireplace.

She found her way out to the hallway, her heart racing and the shovel held high ready when she needed it. She looked at the entrance but she quickly turned around when she heard the same sound again. She slowly moved along the wall towards the kitchen. Even in the middle of the day it was a frightening place to be. She jumped into the kitchen with her shovel ready to swing when she saw Dillon in front of her.

"Dillon, god damnit. What are you doing here?" She lowered her shovel, her heart she pounding. He looked at her with an innocent smile. "I came to see my favorite person but when I got here I was hungry, and I didn't want to see you on a empty stomach." October laughed and gave her only friend a hung. "I'll make you French Toast." She smiled at him. His smiled widened "French Toast? Really?" October smiled "Yes, French Toast. But only because I want some too." Dillon smiled and sat down on a stool while October started making their breakfast.


Will walked up and down the Oxford Library. He was the librarian of the library and knew everything about books. When he wasn't busy he would study some kind of history. Learning about history was his favorite past time.

As he walked down the mythology sections he noticed on the table a strange book yet he recognized it instantly. The cover was leather and had an imprint of a red dragon. This book didn't belong to the library, it actually belonged to him and it was supposed to be in a safe at his home, and he wondered how it got there. He was about to pick it up when he heard his name. "Mr. Van Helsing? Can you come here for a minute?" a young woman asked sweetly. He turned around "Sure, Suzan. What can I do for you?" He followed the woman, leaving the book on the table.

Ten minutes later after helping Suzan find a book that she thought she had lost, William went back to the table where he left the book. But when he got there it was gone. Panic came to him "Oh god!" He thought to himself. Then he looked on the selves to see if someone put it somewhere else. But it was nowhere to be found. Great fear came over the old man. For that book in the wrong hands could bring a disaster for the world.


October sat in the library watching Dillon look over the many books that took over the room. "You grandfather has a lot of book on history of Transylvania." Dillon stood looking at one section of the library. "Yeah, I know. But he has a lot of history books." Said as if there was nothing weird about it. "You forget he is a big history buff." Dillon didn't reply he just stood there and opened one of the books.

October saw him do this and was curious "What do you have there?" No reply. She stood up and walked over to Dillon and looked at the book he was hold. "Do you think he is real?" Dillon asked as they both stared down at a picture of Red Dragon. "Dillon, this is a mythology book on Dracula!" She said stating the obvious. "It is just a myth to make you scared out of your mind. He is not real." Dillon looked up at her. "How can you be so sure? You last name is Van Helsing, isn't it. Van Helsing was the one who sent him back to hell." The impatient girl sighed, "First of all, my last name is Peters remember. My mother was a Van Helsing. Second, it is just a myth that my crazy great-grandfather told Bram Stoker so that he had a great book to right. Nothing more."

Dillon just started at her as if he didn't get anything she said and went back to the book and flipped through the pages. "I still think the guy exist." October throw a fit and went back to the couch and sat down with a big thud, then sprawled her body across the couch resting her head on the armrest.

Minutes later the front door loudly opened and she could hear someone running towards the room. The library door opened and there stood William Van Helsing. Both Dillon and October looked at him with confusion but no one said a word because it looked like the older man wanted to say something but he was trying to catch his breath. Then he finally spoke.

"We have a big problem."