By: Sapphi-chan
Rating: PG-13, horror
A/N: SD is not mine…
Part: 1/?
17th century, Transylvania.
The villagers are preparing for a feast in their town. It's been two centuries since the war ended and everyone struggled to keep peace and prosperity in their land. Until now…
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Dracula wasn't up yet, that was something that Egore have known for many years of serving his master. His master being fetish with the type of victim he wants. Now is the time to bring in the new slave for his master. Another one to play, eat, use just like the others. He wonders how this new one can satisfy his master, and to last for more than 20 years under him.
Egore was patiently waiting for the grandfather's clock to chime to tell his forever-youthful master, in this case a vampire. He has been passed on to every known creature to be alive, until Dracula found him that faithful day and he becomes a faithful servant. He was forever thankful to Dracula for giving him eternal life. Now he's eyeing for that new boy who will soon enter this dull castle.
Will his master be contented with this new one or not? Will that boy be like the others who will be just a food everyday or maybe something more? That boy has something and maybe just maybe, his master will be happy.
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The soul of Dracula still haunts them. They believe that he's still alive because the villagers are giving sacrifices for him to be alive for how many years. The villagers did not dare to enter the big domain of the count, for they fear that they might be killed especially during the night when darkness is his ally.
According to the legends, Dracula needs blood to live. The people in Transylvania carried out the word that he was a vampire that sucks on girls' blood. Unfortunately that's not the real story, Dracula needs a sacrifice every 20 years. A sacrifice to be offered must be 16, tall, elegant, and a male. This isn't to be told to anyone, especially in the neighboring countries. This may cause havoc and troubles to every part of the world, but mostly to them that live along with the alleged dead Count.
As for this day, there's another sacrifice to offer. Everything is in place in the middle of the town. Everyone gathered up to pray for the soul of this boy, whom they have chosen to offer to the vampire. It's nearly getting evening; everyone bid his or her last goodbyes to the offering. One-by-one they go and left him alone in the middle of the town. The fog is getting thick and it gives him shivers. Tonight he will see his master one who'll do to him anything he desires. It gives him goose bumps as he remembers all the folk stories of their elders.
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Egore knocks 3 times on top of the coffin. "Master it already evening." "Can you give me 5 more minutes?" "Master the time is up… shall I pick him up master?" "No…I'll be the one to pick him up." A voice came inside the coffin…that was weird, for Egore always picks up the new ones. His master slowly opens his coffin-bed and stretches a little before getting up.
Egore looked up to his master, never has he seen his master willing to go out to pick his new collection ever. His master was wearing all black; the rich black silk shirt fits him perfectly to the point where it perfectly framed his muscles. His eyes are colored with cold blue. He's tall and with a black hair, giving him a total mysterious looks. Egore was fascinated with his master. His master never failed to give a good impression of himself and leaves a mysterious air around him. As the moment a waits, he finds his master going to the windows and waits for the right time to go. "Egore, make sure you lock the place before I go. And prepare a banquet for our guest." With that, he turns into a bat and off he went to get his new pet.
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Then as he tries to sit comfortably in the cushioned seat, he hears footsteps slowly…but sure and steady strides nearing him. His heart pounding more loudly as the footsteps' noise keeps getting louder and louder, he was tempted to get out of the seat and ran but his body can't move because he's frightened. Then the footsteps are gone, he couldn't see the feet or the body of the person approaching him. Then somebody embraces him slowly from behind and whispers to his ear in his rich baritone voice, "You're mine." Then both disappeared in the thickness of the fog.
Author's notes: This is getting more and more exciting… ^^ Hehehe can you guess who's who now? Neh…wait for the next chapters!!!!!