Hello again everyone! This is a nightmare drabble for Abraham and Vlad. A very short one-shot, but I put it down on paper and I liked it so I thought I'd share it with you guys.
To those of you who read my 'One month in Hell'
I'm sorry. I'm truly truly MISERABLY SORRY that I haven't been able to produce anything yet, BUT FEAR NOT! IT'S ON IT'S WAY! All thanks to my new and wonderful Beta! It will be out shortly, I promise.
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He was standing in a wasteland. There was nothing around him, nothing to see, nothing that made a sound, nothing that had a scent... It was a void. A void...
There! Suddenly! A voice! He turned and walked towards it, trying to ignore how extremely heavy his body felt. He arrived at a forest and walked inside it since the voice came from there.
Soon, he recognized that the voice wasn't talking, it was singing.
"Let them paint the wood with blood, wood with blood, wood with blood..."
It sounded strangely like that english nursery rhyme that was very popular nowadays...
"Let them paint the wood with blood... My fair master..."
Abraham arrived at a clearing, the hair on his neck standing up.
In the clearing was Alucard... Vlad... He sat on a rock, sharpening a big wooden pole. He soon turned to face Abraham with a big smile on his face. It showed off all of his sharp fangs, but Abraham was used to it.
The vampire stood up, walking towards his master, still smiling and not letting go of the pole.
"My dear master...! What do you think? Isn't this forest beautiful...?" he purred.
Abraham looked around and tensed as he saw something that he had completely missed earlier.
The trees weren't trees... They were poles... With people impaled on them.
All his soldiers, the queen, his staff... Mina, Jonathan, Seward, Homswood, Godalming, Lucy, they were all there! All staring at him with empty, dead eyes. He could even see his wife... and his son... They were impaled next to eachother, the blood of all the countless corpses tainting the ground with red.
"Beautiful isn't it... Master...?" a voice purred into his ear from behind. "Now... Why don't you join them... They are your friends, are they not...?" it chuckled and Abraham ran.
He ran and ran but he didn't get anywhere, he couldn't go forward! It was as if he was wading... And it turned out he was. He was wading through a literal river of blood, all the faces of his beloved ones staring up at him, all the while a laughter and the song rang through the air.
"Put him on a wooden stake, wooden stake, wooden stake..."
Abraham gasped as he was grabbed by a strong hand and turned forecefully to look into two crimson orbs.
"Put him on a wooden stake, my fair master" the monster sang and threw him into the air, holding the stake up to impale him on his way down.
"My fair master..."
The tip came closer and closer, he closed his eyes and prepared himself for the sharp pain as the sharp tip of the stake hit his stomach and...
He sat up screaming. He screamed his lungs out, as if he really was being stabbed. His eyes were wide in fear and sorrow and he didn't know where he was. He put his face in his hands as the tears streamed down his face.
Too painful... It was too painful...