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Chapter 33
Castle Frankenstein rose ominously over the Transylvanian landscape it's many turrets clawing towards the sky like so many skeletal fingers. Here and there large electrical cables stretched between these dark fingers of stone and mortar.
With an unnaturally loud crash of thunder a single bolt of lightening struck the makeshift lightening rod that rested at the very tip of the tallest tower. Blue sparks lit the night as they ran along the wire towards the laboratory where a single mortal man greeted them like and old friend, his face as bright as the sparks which shone on the madness within his eyes.
Dr. Viktor Frankenstein cried out joyfully as the lightening struck bringing the many machines surrounding him into noisy life.
"Igor!! The switches!" he ordered gleefully skipping from machine to machine giggling madly as he checked the gauges on each.
Igor scurried into the laboratory glaring at the mad Doctor with deepest loathing but never the less rushing to do his bidding with a muttered "Yes, master"
He sneered at the thought that the doctor still believed Igor served him.
The little mans master was Dracula, a fact that had been made painfully clear to the good doctor over a year before on the night the mob tore apart the castle and the newly created Frankenstein monster. Believing the Doctor dead they had left his blood drained body to rot within the desecrated walls of his own castle.
Dracula had regretted his rash actions on attacking and draining the doctor, returning to the castle some days later to salvage the wreckage of the lab. To the count and Igor's surprise the Doctor had been found alive, although in desperate need of a blood transfusion. Of course Igor had been forced to solve that particular dilemma and he had the needle marks on his arm to prove it.
Igor set the switches, watching as the wires sparked into life. Looking from the catwalk the enormity of the machine was made apparent; a metal archway dominated the far wall of the laboratory aluminous blue sparks dancing between the open gaps in the centre. The Doctor was crouched before this archway a look of almost religious fever on his face as he beheld his creation.
Igor watched spellbound as a tiny image appeared in the centre of the archway. A spot of light expanding slowly to reveal a woodland scene lit by moonlight, tents were visible in the background of the image surrounding the remains of an old fire, here and there items of clothing and backpacks were scattered upon the ground.
"SUCCESS!" A deep voice boomed out startling both Igor and the Doctor, who looked up quickly to see the count and his final bride next to him.
"My friend!" the doctor cried gleefully his maddened eyes shining brightly in the darkness of the laboratory.
Dracula eyed him coldly, but to the doctor it was a look of pure love and friendship and he knelt adoringly at the counts feet.
Dracula and Aleera sneered at the doctor; his mind had been so easily bent to the counts will. The man was brilliant, but like so many Pride, flattery and the promise of a generous benefactor had been his downfall. The man had lost everything but all he could think about was his work and his only friend the count.
The haggard Doctor muttered to himself over and over about how good the Count was good too him, how he was doing what was best. His insane rambling irritated the Count but he reasoned that anyone under the strain of his will for long enough would be reduced to maddened fool…if a brilliant one.
The count turned his attention to the new world beyond the portal marvelling at what the doctor had achieved in a few short days.
"Think of it my darling." He said pulling Aleera towards the image. "A new world, without the holy order to oppose me, a world without Van Helsing and the Valerius to hunt me. The foolish mortals do not believe we exist there…we can make their world our own."
Aleera giggled with delight. Imagining herself ruling at her masters side claiming his undivided attention. Finally with no other brides around she could have him all to herself.
Eagerly she stepped towards the portal, reaching out to run her fingers around the edge. Her skin tingled pleasantly as it made contact with the energy field surrounding the portal. Smiling she twirled to face her lord who was watching her with amusement.
"Let us go now master." She begged pressing herself against him seductively.
She was delighted when he returned her affections, roughly capturing her lips in a kiss that would have left her trembling and breathless… had she been human.
Pulling back she ran her tongue along the tips of her fangs suggestively. But to her disappointment the count pushed her to one side, walking towards the barrier he thoughtfully pushed his hand through into the next world, marvelling at the feel of the wind on his skin.
Frowning he pulled back reluctantly "Well done doctor, I trust it is a simple matter to start the machinery up again?" he asked once again the cold businessman. Frankenstein fell simpering at his feet babbling out his assent.
Dracula smiled beckoning Aleera into his arms once more. "We will go soon my darling." He promised noting the disappointment on his brides face.
"But for now, we still have unfinished business to deal with."