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Chapter 1

The sun was setting and the moon was rising when I stepped out of the car, a 1950 Ford Hot rod. More than 15 years old and still a beauty. A deep red without a top, allowing the wind to flow through my short hair whenever I needed to relax. I walked around to the back of the car and opened up the trunk. I got out my cross, my dual handguns, my shotgun, grenades, the Talisman of Unlimited Ammunition a sorcerer two towns back gave me, a sword that I had picked up on the way here, and the whip.
The whip had belonged to my great-grandfather, Reinhart Schneider, who stopped Dracula a hundred years ago with this very whip. Now it was my turn, my turn to hold up the family name. Not the name of Schneider, no, I had gone to court several days ago to take up my true name. The name that would strike fear into the heart of Dracula himself. Belmont, the name Belmont. In America it would not have meant much, but in the country of Transylvania and the surrounding areas, I was a god. I had the blood of heroes like Trevor Belmont, Simon Belmont, and Sonia Belmont, the first of my family to face the dark prince.
I put on my talisman and as I threw the rest of my supplies into the bag, I realized something. I truly though of myself as a hero right now. I remembered the stories my father had told me while I was training. The stories of how Sonia had vanquished Dracula, and only 10 years later he had returned to face her son Trevor, and had been beaten again. There were so many stories about my ancestor and the vampire. Each time we had come out on top, barely alive and very lucky to have one.
I put on my gear. A Kevlar vest and heavy jeans. I had heard about Dracula's rising from one of my contacts in Transylvania. He told me that he had heard of people disappearing from their homes, and a castle suddenly appearing from the fog. These were the typical signs of the prince of evil's return to power. His throne, a horrific mountain made of the pain and suffering of the common people, backed behind his dark legions of vampires, werewolves, mummies, and all those sorts of fabled creatures.
I kicked open the rusted gate and walked through. Lightning shot across the sky and I heard the roar of thunder in the back, as I gazed up towards the castle. A lone light shone in the highest tower. How cliche. I turned my head back down to the ground and told myself I had a lot of ground to cover so stop gawking.
I proceeded to make my way to the door of the castle, some 100 feet in front of me. I walked slowly, my eyes shifting all around me to make sure a foe was not about to creep up on me. The wind howled in agony as my foot steps cracked twigs and dried leaves below my feet. It was quiet, so quiet that it was deafening.
For the first time while thinking over this entire mission, I was scared. I couldn't believe myself that I was frightened. I told myself that if my ancestors hadn't been frightened, or else they would have given up halfway, so stop being a baby.
Just then, I heard a sound. I couldn't quite place it. Like the cracking of rocks together. I looked around in confusion. Where was it coming from? Then, I saw it.
A hand shot up from the dirt. No, not a hand. A hand in the sense has skin, muscles, flesh, bones. This didn't. Well, it sort of didn't, it didn't have skin or muscles or flesh. But it sure as hell had bone. That's all it was, bone. I reached for my handguns and made sure I was wearing my Talisman.
All of a sudden the hand drew back down into the ground, and for a second I didn't know what to do. Then, a 1000 hands shot up out of the ground at once. Several under my car, destroying it, others under trees, uprooting them and making them fall over, and a couple under me. They grabbed my legs and started to pull down.
I was terrified. I started shooting randomly at the hands, I managed to break one free, leaving two others. I slashed them away with my sword and landed on the ground with a painful thud.
Just like before, the hands retracted back into the ground. Which made me slightly nervous and pondering what their next wave of attack would be. I looked around to find shelter. Shelter from what I did not know, but finding shelter sounded like a good idea.
And that's when I noticed what had been sitting in front of me this entire time. Tombstones, holy hell look at all the tombstones. They had been hidden in the fog, but now I could see them plain as day.
Before I could do anything else, there was a loud sound beneath me. The ground shuddered and groaned, as if there was a tiny earthquake just beneath me. An earthquake that was slowly getting stronger and louder. Whatever was down there was definitely getting closer to me, and I decided that I did not want to be on the spot where the elevator from hell stopped.
I got up and started running as fast as I could, only to be thrown across the field by an explosion behind me. I turned to see literally hundreds of tons of dirt fly through the air. I closed my eyes and shielded my body with my bag. I opened my eyes, the waves of dirt attacks had ended. I stood up, brushed myself off, and turned around.
What I saw was so horrifying to me that I couldn't even scream. Literally hundreds, if not thousands of skeletons were standing there staring at me, as more were coming out of the hole in the ground. Some were pure bone, others had flesh still hanging on parts of them.
I knew eventually I would have to do this, I would have to fight creatures of horrific power, evil, and stench. Good god did these things smell. I straightened my stance and readied myself for a battle like my father had taught me. I took my whip into my left hand, and put the shotgun into the right.
Then the skeletons readied themselves, something I could not believe. They acted as if they were trained when they made 10 single file lines, and each skeleton lined up behind the other. I knew what they were doing, they were making themselves hard targets for me. I also knew how to counter this technique. I put away my whip, and came back out with several grenades.
That's when the skeletons charged. And I don't mean they ran towards me. They ran so fast some fall apart. They made such an inhuman sound I thought I would go insane. Some got down on all fours and galloped towards me, while others ripped off an one skeletal arm and would make use of them as clubs and bats.
I pulled the pin on all 3 grenades I had in my hand, and threw them one at a time into three separate areas of skeletons. I dove to the ground and covered my head, in time to hear the loud crashes and see the tiny flashes of light through the parts of my face my arms did not protect.
I got back up to see that there were skeletons pieces all around me. Some of the pieces were still moving. There were at least 20 skeletons still intact. They were to spread out to do a single charge. So they each ran towards me to fight me alone, which would have been easy if most of them hadn't arrived at the same time. I put my shotgun away and drew out both my sword and my whip.
The first three skeletons arrived got to me within 15 seconds. I whipped the head off one and did a back flip to escape the swing of a club from another. While in the air, I dropped my sword to the ground and reached into my bag, produced the shotgun and then I blew his body away with a shell and landed on the ground in a crouched position. The other skeleton charged towards me with rage and threw a punch, which I easily sidestepped. I blew apart this one's body just the same as the one before. I closed my eyes and readied myself for the next wave of attack, when, I was picked up by the neck.
I opened my eyes in alarm and saw that the first skeleton's body was still intact, and it was holding me in the air. I kicked it in the chest and the entire thing fell apart. As I struggled to regain my breath, I saw my sword on the ground. I picked it up and put it into my backpack.
As I watched the other skeletons get closer, I decided to stop wasting time and get to the castle. No Belmont had taken more than a day to finish killing Dracula, so I thought why start now? Actually I was terrified and just wanted to get away from this place. I ran towards the castle at full speed, skeletons popping out of the ground to my left and to my right. I whipped a few but was more interested in my goal of getting inside.
I got to the doors and pushed as hard as I could, they were opening agonizingly slow. As soon as the crack was big enough, I slipped myself through and started to push them shut. I could see the skeletons a few yards away, galloping at full speed to catch me.
I slammed the door shut in time to hear a crash. Then another, and another, and then another. Then there were no more single crashes, just a big thunder. The skeletons were running into the doors, destroying themselves like kamikazes as I listened from the opposite side. There was no turning back now.........


I will write chapter 2 if I get enough positive reviews, so stay tuned......maybe....probably......