Prologue
The brown haired woman sprinted as fast as she could through Castle Frankenstein. It wouldn't be long before the Vampires woke up from their day-time slumber and noticed she was gone. The woman couldn't allow that to happen. Because if she was caught again, the Vampires would continue to use her blood in their vile experiments and then the world would be doomed- Dracula would rise and it would be all her fault. Her family would be ashamed.
The woman found an exit and she bolted out of Castle Frankenstein. She didn't slow down, even when the Castle was nearing out of sight. She had to get to the village and warn everyone. Her legs burned. Her brain protested and told her to slow down for a bit.
NO! She had to get to the village before the Vampires awoke. It wouldn't take them long to catch up with her once the sun set.
Slow down, her brain and legs begged.
No-
The woman cried out as she stumbled on a root and landed awkwardly. Pain shot up her ankle, adding to the pain of the wound inflicted on her stomach by the Vampires.
At this rate, she would bleed out before she got to the village. She couldn't even run now. The woman was known by many to be very brave but right now tears of frustration and fear streamed down her face. She would die here and no one would know about the Vampires resurrecting Dracula. At least if she died here the Vampires couldn't use her. It would most likely take them years before they found the person with the right blood to resurrect Dracula. Actually, dying didn't sound like a bad idea anymore. The woman was getting sleepy. Death called to her. The woman slipped in and out of unconsciousness.
And that was where the Search Party found her.
They found her semi-conscious, muttering about the Resurrection of Dracula.