Child of the damned

Prologue

The full moon hung high by itself in the starless black sky, dark clouds drifting across the luminescent beauty, casting ominous shadows across the forbidding land. The soil bare of fresh green grass, littered in dead leaves and a coating of snow only raising from the ground from the light breeze blowing through the dead forest, dancing in the silence of the night. Only one dark clothed man disturbed the silence, roaming through the forest, determined to reach his goal, weary brown eyes taking in his surroundings. His winter boots crunched the leaves and snow under his weight, arms wrapped tight around his thick coat, his boney hands covered in wool mittens and his pale fatigued face smothered in a wool scarf, messy brown-greying hair was neatly tucked in a warm hat. By the way the intruder was dressed; one could only assume that he was a lost traveler in the middle of the dead forest. But one must never assume the obvious is true.

He knew where he was going and where to go, everyone did. The townsfolk feared this place, believing all the folklore passed down from generation to generation and calling the place damned. Only fools and sceptics roam to the castle; and being the scholar that he was, he was not afraid of the words the townsfolk spoke; he knew what the truth was and what was pure fiction and nothing was going to get in his way of completing his goal.

Reaching the top of the mountain, the intruder set his eyes on the hauntingly beautiful site before him. Resting on edge of the cliff, the castle basked in the eerie glow of the moon, looming over the one man that stands before it, sending chills racing down his spine. During the day, the castle was magnificent to behold, but it was much more alluring during the night. The stone walls were in good shape despite its old age, not a wall crumbling down in site, the towers stretching and reaching for the night sky, luring the unsuspecting with its beauty. No lights shone through the windows of the supposed abandoned castle, delighting the middle-aged man. His team was not supposed to arrive till morning, but he could not wait. This will give him time to explore the castle, giving him time to set his plan into motion.

A smirk graced his aging face, a slight hop in his step as he continued forward to the steps leading to the entryway of the castle. He could not wait to see his plan come to life, could not wait to serve one of the most feared beings in history, and could not wait to gain eternal life. History may have turned him into a legend, putting their child's fear to rest so they could sleep easier at night. He would love to see that same fear be brought back to their eyes once more when they realize the truth, what would soon be roaming the same land they tread upon. Yes, Apocalypse was not the only powerful mutant in history, no there was another, and he would be the one to raise him from the dead.

Yes, soon, the prince of darkness will be alive once more. Soon Dracula will once again walk amongst the living.

So how was that? Are you guys interested in me continuing?
Feed back is welcomed!

-CxL