Watching the stairs carefully, Michael waited for the vampire who would certainly bring forth his death. It seemed to him that time was moving in slow motion and was refusing to speed up. It felt to Michael as if he was suppose to be analyzing every last second that he had left to live. He wondered if he should be looking for a weapon of some sort because he was sure that the stake in his hand would fail him miserably. But no matter how much he considered an alternative defense, he just couldn't manage to take his eyes away from that top step. It seemed that a magnet was holding him in place despite his longing to move.
A pair black boots appeared at the top of the staircase and Michael's wait was over. He pulled his eyes away from the boots and up to take a look at the face that would probably be the last thing he would ever see. The vampire wore black trousers and a thick chained belt. He wore no shirt over his muscular chest and had shoulder length black hair. Once Michael's eyes focused in on his face, he saw that he had yellow, cat-like eyes and was smiling widely, showing his pointed fangs. He recognized him at once. Not because he had seen him before but from the intense amount of fear that had been described to him that would come when a man stared into the eyes of Lazar's son; Dragos.
"And just when I was about to go out for a snack," Dragos' snake like voice, hissed an echo down the stairs, "the snack comes to me."
"Lea…Leave Sighisoara," Michael whispered, gasping for air to fill his panicked lungs. "Leave and spare the people of this town."
Dragos' smile grew wider. His bright yellow eyes seemed to become even more luminous as he studied Michael's weak human stature. He wore a smug and deadly expression that sent chills straight through Michael. And then he moved. He moved so quickly down the stairs that it was hard to tell if his feet had even touched the ground. He now stood nose to nose with Michael, staring into his eyes with a wicked gleam. His fangs were exposed and a low, continuous hiss was escaping his lips. Dragos released a low growl and his icy breath his Michael's face causing his teeth to chatter from the cool temperature of it.
"Make me," Dragos chuckled loudly. "Make me leave, I dare you!"
Feeling his time grow closer to its end, Michael lunged forward and drove the wooden stake straight through Dragos' heart. He felt the vampire's body grow momentarily limp before he heard the dark laugh begin to echo off the high stoned walls of the castle. Michael released the stake and backed away quickly from the shaking body. He panicked as he realized the weapon had been as useless as he had guessed it would be. He began to run his hands along the wall behind him in a frenzy, looking for anything else that might be of use in this fight. His fingers clung to the silver cross that hung around his neck but his blue eyes were focused on Dragos as the vampire straighten up and cracked his knuckles before ripping the stake out of his body.
"You've been listening to too many scary stories, human," Dragos moved towards Michael, his body healing more with every step he took.
Michael shot a quick look at the neckalace then answered, "I will not rest until I find a way to kill you. I will not rest until your entire coven has been killed."
"You will have no choice," Dragos flew forward, throwing Michael against the wall.