Abraham gazed nonchalantly into the gray rains, saying nothing. He then sighed and turned from the window.
"Carl, I have questions, and I think you have the answers. Dracula calls me Gabriel. And he calls Ena...what did he call you?" Ena frowned and looked within, trying to remember.
"Enadria, he called me Enadria. Who is she?" Carl rubbed his chin and hurried over to his pile of old books, diaries, maps and any other parchments to help him solve the puzzle of Dracula. Abraham leaned wearily on the wall for support.
"He keeps coming after Ena. He shies away from the task of killing me. Why? Carl?" Carl gazed blankly at a book he was clutching and read it soundlessly. From the way his eyes danced back and forth, he could not believe what he read. He looked pale faced from Abraham to Ena. Anna frowned.
"What does it say?" She asked. Carl took a deep breath and began to read aloud:
"Dracula, formally called Vladislaus Dragula was lord of this estate." Carl paused and frowned.
"He lived in this very manor." Anna began to scowl, so Carl continued to read from the manuscript.
"In the years from 1455 he lived in the castle Dracula, here in Vaseria that looked over his lands. He lived quietly with what appeared to be a mistress, but was indeed his wife Atulianie and—" Carl paused and chewed his lip, swallowing nervously. Abraham felt his weariness begin to ebb, replaced with anticipation and dread.
"Go on, Carl." Carl nodded slowly and looked down at the pages, and continued to read.
"He lived quietly with his wife and their only child, a daughter, named—" Carl looked up and confronted Ena, whose face was contorted with fear and disbelief. Then she slowly began to shake her head.
"No, please no." She whispered hoarsely. Carl swallowed again.
"Enadria." Ena felt her breath escape her and her body go cold. She leaned heavily on a near by chair for support. Abraham strode forward and clasped her hand. She yanked her hand away.
"It's not true. IT'S NOT TRUE!" Ena screamed, slammed her fists down upon the table disturbing any loose papers near her rage. Abraham struggled with his own.
"Ena." he said quietly. She stared into nothing and would not answer him. He looked at Ena then walked slowly back to the window. Carl fiddled nervously with the pages of the book.
"There is more." Abraham waved his hand listlessly for Carl to continue.
"In the year 1461 while Dracula was gone from his home, his castle and lands were attacked by Turkish Empire killing many of his people, his brother, father and his wife. His daughter was away from the castle at the time so was therefore the only survivor of his family. Dracula maddened with grief, made a pack with the devil that if he could avenge his family and conquer the people who had butchered his people and family, he would sell him his soul. The devil accepted and Dracula acted upon his deed. His wrath was terrible, and the slaughter that reeked upon his hands was so great it angered our mighty Father above. Therefore our Lord sent his right hand, Gabriel—" Carl stopped and looked up at Abraham who looked at the others with disbelief. Abraham shook his head, scoffing lightly.
"That is impossible, I can't be the right hand of God." Anna shifted in the shadows, reminding everyone that she was there.
"Is it so hard to believe? You are a very holy man, yet you posses a gift I have seen in no other. The power to fight and kill evil." Carl nodded and continued.
"Upon placing Gabriel on this earth, the Lord granted Gabriel certain abilities to protect himself from evil. It took some years for Gabriel to find Dracula and a magnificent battle was fought upon their meeting. After four days and four nights, Gabriel slew Dracula. Alas, the pact made with the devil and the powers of the Lord who slew him combined made Dracula into a monster, a vampire, the first of his kind. Gabriel, unaware of Dracula's change, found his daughter Enadria and fled to the heavens. The Lord was angered by Gabriel's incompetence and sent both Gabriel and Enadria to earth, to finish the task. Before they were exiled, Gabriel pleaded to gift the child as well, and the Lord agreed." Carl looked up sadly.
"After that the story is lost." Ena and Abraham both said nothing secluded in their own numb silences. Anna moved forward.
"Of course there is nothing more. This story still continues." She looked at Abraham and Ena. Anna shook her head.
"It has not reached its end."