TRANSYLVANIA Klaha pulled up in horse drawn carraige, awaiting his meeting with Dracula himself. He sat tensely as as he twiddled his unstable thumbs out of fear. "Here we are, Sir" The coachmen said as he pulled the reins back, staring into the cloudy grey sky. "Very well" Klaha said as he slowly trudged out of the carriage, too frightened to make eye contact with the coachment.
Klaha fearfully knocked on the parlor door. The place seemed ominous, dark and scary. Almost like it had been haunted or abandoned. Klaha suspected no one had lived there for at least a few years. He knocked again. As he began to lose interest and admire the building, the door slowly creeped open.
"Who are you?" A short man asked, "And how dare you arrive here without permission? Have you any idea who I am?" As he uttered those words, Klaha began to feel more and more uneasy. "I would hate you pester you, Sir," Klaha's stomach climbed up his throat, "but you summoned me." Klaha stood, petrified. The man opened the door. "Right this way, Klaha. How was your journey?" He asked. Just that little inch of small talk calmed Klaha's nerves. "Very cold," Klaha laughed.
The man led Klaha up the stairs. With each step he took, the more the floor creaked. Each creak made Klaha feel more and more fearful, almost regretting that he took that trip. As they walked, Klaha noticed something quite peculiar - the mans index finger was a long as his middle. The man's teeth protruded, something like that of a wolf's, what sharp, pointed teeth they were, almost unhuman.
The man opened a door on top of the stairs and to the right, in a long, dark hallway with blood-red carpet, which looked as if it had been there forever. He unlocked the door, "right this way" he muttered as he entered the room. Klaha reluctantl followed. "Have a seat" said the man.
Klaha took a seat on the chair across from the one the mysterious man was sitting in. "I understand you are here to see Count Dracula" Klaha took a deep breath, "well yes I am". The man's eyes met Klaha's. As his look pierced the tension in the room, Klaha seemed to shrink 3 feet. He could feel his stomach churn, and a knot grew in his throat. "Yes I am" he mumbled as he gulped. An awkward, somewhat gut-wrenching grin spread across the man's face. Klaha could feel the tears welling in his eyes.
"I am Dracula" he said with an evil laugh.
Klaha was petrified. He didn't know what to say. Should he ask why he was called? Should he ask why Dracula needed his help? At that moment, he thought about his friends, Yu~ki and Mana, who suddenly went missing. All their loved ones knew was something about a mysterious letter.
Mana was a nun. She was a very noble, caring woman who couldn't bring herself to get involved with anything evil. She had a fear of the dark, and a strong lement towards anything macabre.
"Do you know why you are here?" Dracula asked. Klaha didn't want to lie, but he had no real idea. "Because you need something of mine?" He replied, trying to be smitten.
"Oh, there's something I need" Dracula said as he stroked Klaha's chin, "and it can save my life"
~to be continued~