DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bram Stokers Dracula or Mary Shellys Frankinstine, or any of the Historic Characters in this story! I do however own this plot!

NOTE: This is a story I thought up for Halloween. I hope those of you who enjoyed the 'Surviving' series will enjoy this one just as much. THank you.

EPILOUG

DF

I leaned over the corpse, small carving knife in hand. I lifted the blade, my only light coming from a lone candle at the edge of the table.

"Sorry Mate, nothing personal." I muttered before cutting a long insition along the corpses side, stepping back as blood began to spill out, pooling upon the cobble stone floor. I stepped farther back and leaned against the wall while I bled the corpse. It didn't take long before the crimson flow ceased. I took a step forward, my shoes becoing coated with blood as I approached the corpse. I shifted the blade in my hand before cutting one inch insition on each hand, each foot, below the belly button and one above the left breast. I could feel myself growing excited, like achild disecting a bug for the first time. I turned and prepared to complete my experiment when I was jumped. My eyes widdened as my hands were held in an iron grip behind my back, a cold hand clamped over my mouth.

"Relax, relax, believe me preist, this is nothing personal." And than we were gone, everything was black before I felt myself fall unconches.

EB

"No, no please, p-please," She cried fighting against her restraints that tied her to the bedpost. I stood farther back watching while my dear manservant Fichco stripped the young girl of her white gown before taking a blade and cutting a small cut above her small breast, the girl cried as blood began to spill from the wound. I bit my lip before walking over, Fichco bowing his bald head before stepping back. The girl looked up at me, tears spilling from her eyes as she lay naked to my bed. I leaned down and prepared to taste her blood when I heard the pained yelp of Fichco. I started and looked to see him passed out upon the chamber floor before I was grabbed in an iron grip. "LET ME GO!" I screamed against my attacker before we vanished into blackness.

VD

I walked amongst the forest of impaled bodies, the sound of pained groands music to my ears, these men thought they could come into my country and attempt to rule my people, how dare they believe they could get away with it. I paused gazing up at one of the many impaled Turk soldiers, he'd slipped the farthest down the stake at yet, and I began wondering if he was dead yet, after all impalment could take hours, even days to kill someone. I prepared to grab something and poke at him to see if he was still alive when someone grabbed me. My eyes widened before I elbowed the attacker hard in the ribs, recieving a grunt before I turned and my hand went to my belt. I gasped and looked down to see my sword gone. I looked back up in time to see the attacker hit me hard in the side of the head, sending me to the ground. I could taste blood in my mouth and felt myself being picked up as the world went black.

AB

I sat at my desk quill pen in hand, list set before my eyes. I sighed as I allowed my eyes to read over the list. I was preparing to begin writing a new novel, this one was to be about a vampire, but how to start it? Where to set it, what should my vampire be named?

Count Vampire

Wallachia

I sighed before setting my quill down and picking up a dusty history book. I blew the dust away before opening it and flipping through the many pages when I came to rest upon a painting of a man. He had long flowing ebony hair, perfectly straight as it framed his narrow pale face, his eyes a deep auburn color. My eyes fell to the text that read 'Vlad Dracula' Dracula, that would be my vampire. As I set the history book aside and prepared to pick up my quilled pen when I was pulled from my chair by the scruff of my shirt. "Say, w'at is going on 'ere!" I snapped before I was pulled into a tight grip. "Nothing for you to worry about." The attacker spoke before we vanished.

MS

I sat at my type writer reading over a letter from my friend Yaka Grim, I was myself was a little grim at his letter, and sighed gazing out my window. I wished my cousin were here, I longed for him to read my latest chapter in the novel I had began to write, I longed for him to give me advice, add notes, anything to help teach me more about what I wrote about. "My Lady," I jumped and turned to see a black clad figure standing behind me, my eyes widened in fear and I stood stepping back. "What do you want?" He out set his hand. "Come with me, and I may be able to help you." I bit my lip not sure what i should do, scream for help, or believe him. But he did not give me much time to think before he took my hand and we vanished from my writing room.

ENGLAND, NOVEMBER, 1882

"I've done what you've asked, they are all here." I spoke bowing politely to the man I was under order before standing up straight again. "Are they? Where have you put them?" "In the dungeons, they should awaken relativly soon. For safty reasons Sir, I have had to chain three of them to the walls, I would not wish them to bring you harm." I recieved only a nod before bowing again before turning and exiting the study. I had a feeling they would not be happy when they woke up.

Ok that was the Epilough for a new mini series! yay. haha. I had so much fun writing the 'surviving' series that I thought I would write a sistering series! yay. Ok well you'll have to read the first chapter to find out for sure who every one is, I'm pretty sure it was relativly easy to figure out a few of them though. ;) Reviews are very welcomed!