Nightmares from the Past-Prologue
I, Red Star, do not own Cardcaptor Sakura. The idea for her belongs to some guy in Japan. As for Dracula, somebody must own him, although you can't be sure anymore. But Dracula was Bram Stoker's story, not mine.
This will be my first fanfic here. It's a little tale about when an ancient man of dark powers meets-and works with-the mistress of a new age of magic. Enjoy!
Syaoren Li sat contentedly on his meditation pillow. His eyes were shut to prevent the distraction of his mind, which was already soaring between the worlds of light and dark.
He felt at peace. The warmth washed over his body. Spirits danced around him and whispered wisdom in his ear.
Then the screaming began.
Not really screaming, but a mix of sobbing, moaning, and shrieks of pain, the latter that he heard first. He turned to find himself in a valley filled with the stench of flesh and blood. He trembled as he saw the corpses, thousands of them, planted on stakes that changed what would have been a field into a forest of death. Li felt hot breath on his back and he turned to face a tall man with shoulder length hair and a Stalin-like moustache. His body was covered in armor and a black cape hung from his shoulders. He stared at the boy. Then he leaned foreword and spoke, "I still live."
Li snapped out of his vision. With trembling hands he reached for the phone. "Hello? Sakura speaking," said the cheerful voice that he'd wanted to hear. "Hi, Sakura" "Li? How you…" she stopped in mid-greeting, "What's wrong?" "Have you had any visions lately?" "Me? No, I haven't seen any trouble for a while. Why?" she answered. Li frowned, "Keep a close watch on those Clow cards, Sakura. Goodbye."
Li hung up. He then turned to the window and leaned on it with his elbows. Maybe I'm wrong. That guy probably died years ago and is trying to scare me. Suddenly a great sound erupted from the nearby zoo. It sounded like all the wolves were going nuts. They were all howling like mad. No, thought Li, Not howling, calling…for someone. He opened the window and strained to hear.
Master, we feel you. Command us, Master, we're waiting for you.
The man sitting in first class smiled. He could hear them calling for him. He put his hands together in a thoughtful manner and crossed his legs. (He was up front.) He was a pale fellow, about 6'7, and was thin but regal. He wore a black suit with a red tie. On his left ring finger curled a gold ring with a dragon hanging prostrate on a double-cross on a red background. He stared out the window. The man had been many places before, but this was the first time he would set foot on Japanese soil. His right hand pulled out a map of Tokyo that he had snatched from the desk of an unwary SVR officer in Moscow. Those intelligent deep blue eyes scanned the map, studying the old houses that housed old KGB explosives depots. It would be interesting if the Russians attempted to reclaim the dynamite and encountered him in his chosen hiding place, but the SVR had it's own problems. He laid the map on his lap and lay back to think of his purpose here. Soon enough, she would know that her rival had arrived to put a stop to her madness once again. No, he thought to himself, For the last time! Her games were rather amusing when she was a young little vampire, unsure of herself and her powers. But that had changed. She led constant rebellions against him, refusing to admit to his superiority as one of the Fallen. "But, dear Elizabeth that will change," he murmured to himself as he felt the wheels touch the ground, "beginning now." And the man smiled, as his canine teeth extended into sharp, white fangs.