The day had been just like any other for me, I had come to this land with my husband, in search of the man known as Vlad Dracula. He wasn't what I'd expected….
"No, no, no," The woman growled in frustration, shredding the paper.
"What are you doing?" A man breathed, standing behind her, leaning his weight on the old chair. His hair was black and long for the time period, a mustache, and he wore royal robes. The woman had brown hair pulled into a bun and wore a dress, common for the time.
She turned and smiled at him, "I writing about when we first met."
"Why?"
"What do you mean?"
"What's the point? People already know."
"Other generations won't."
"Mina, you have yet to learn the ways of our kind."
"Oh, hush now."
He grinned widely.
This was Vlad Dracula and Mina Harker.
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Many years later, he could still recall that day. One of the last he spent with… her.
He went by a different name now, but those memories were as fresh as though they'd happened merely yesterday.
He dressed different now too. His hair was still long, but longer than it had been, and the mustache he'd donned was gone. His attire now, though, was a black suit with the collar of a white shirt poking out of the vest, an oddly tied neck-tie, brown dancing shoes that ended at his knees, and a long red trench coat.
He stood by that same window Mina had sat by. The view was different now. The garden and castle walls it over looked were decrepit and dead.
The servants who had not fled the old attack were dead now; even their descendants were dead and long gone.
He sighed softly, glaring out over the once magnificent courtyards. He had been confined to this hellish place when she was murdered.
But now, 600 years later, the spell was breaking.
He gave a grin, but it was cold. Soon, he would be free of this castle—his castle—and would be able to spread terror around the world again.
He was just thinking about heading down to the cellars and fetch the laced wine when he sensed someone entering his domain. A young woman, perhaps?
His grin became more malicious. When was the last time a girl had been here? Since her? Or the spell?
He could never remember.
He strode from the room and toward the large staircase that would take him to the main hall and out the door.
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Seras made her way through the ever-growing forest. She had been advised against it, but she didn't listen. She had a gun. She was trained for the police force. She'd be fine.
Right…?
She shook the thought away, tousling her short blond hair. It was too hot. Then again, she was wearing a rather tight-fitting tank-top and jeans. Not to mention the hiking boots.
She did want to get out of the city and this was her escape from it. She couldn't complain about it now.
The trees gave way suddenly and she stifled a gasp. There was a crumbling tower, old and falling apart. She was surprised that it was out her. None of the locals had told her of this place. Had they?
She'd been too distracted earlier to remember.