Chapter 2
Carl stirred and sat up straight when he realised he wasn't in his room any more. He soon regretted it when a sharp pain panged into his skull. He fell back, holding onto his forehead, a pained look on his head,
''Owww...What did I do last night? Pound my head on a lamp post?'' He groaned,
''Almost right.'' A voice mocked. It sent shivers up his spine; he never wanted to hear that voice again. Dracula. He was back. But how? Maybe he was dreaming...
Dracula emerged from the corner, still charming and good looking. The face that had haunted Carl's dreams. Not in a bad way. Just the way Monks would highly disapprove of. Carl often had to awake early and rinse out his sheets after having these dreams, before Van Helsing awoke and saw the mess.
''I'm dead. I have gone to hell. God has abandoned me. I knew Van Helsing would get me to hell somehow.'' Carl sat up, leaning as far back as he could, leaning against the head board.
''Now now, Carl, is that any way to thank me?'' Dracula smirked, walking towards the end of Carl's bed. Carl tried to get further back, and pointed an accusing finger at him,
''You're dead! Van Helsing killed-'' Carls shaken accusing was cut off when Dracula held up his hand shaking his head in a pitying way,
''Now now. Do not bring up our...unusual past. Do you want me to take care of that pain, my dear Carl?'' Dracula's voice could cut glass, but at the same time, it brought lit to the room. Carl gaped at him, his mouth opening and shutting, looking like a goldfish. Dracula walked slowly, but chillingly towards him, like a feline stalking its prey.
''Don't come any closer! I-I-um...I'm vicious when backed into a corner!'' Carl stuttered, desperate.
''The entire better...'' Dracula laughed, circling the bed, and started walking to the head of the bed, where Carl was sat, slowly.
Carl's breathing began to speed up, scared stiff; he couldn't move his eyes darted around the room for ANYTHING! His eyes landed on the door, which was the other end of the bed, AWAY from Dracula.
Carl dived to the door, but Dracula was too quick. Carl tumbled out of the bed and somehow into Dracula. Carl was frozen, scared and somehow...at peace. Dracula seemed to sense his panic from his heart beat and his hand travelled down his back and back up, as I trying to comfort Carl.
''There, there. No need to be frightened of me, I don't bite...hard...'' Dracula attempted to sooth the shaking friar, but to no prevail. Carl soon passed out from the pounding head ache, while Dracula lay him down and examined the bit marks on his neck, claiming him his.
''don't worry, when you awake, you will be as I am.'' Dracula smiled cruelly, then added, ''Oh dear, we WILL have to get you out those holy clothes, won't we? We don't want them burning your precious skin, do we now?'' Dracula smiled deepened and he reached out to undo the brown smock.
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Van Helsing was worried. More worried than he could remember ever being. Carl had not returned last night nor did he this morning. He left around 7, and it was reaching 9. Where in the world could e be?
''Don't worry Carl, I'm coming.'' Van Helsing whispered as he left the cabin, in search for his favourite Friar.
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Carl awoke once more, hoping it was just a dream, in darkness. He sat up, and realised he was naked. Quickly pulling the covers around him, he moved the curtains around his bed and shot back yelling in pain. The sun...it felt like it was burning his skin off, what was happening? Oh no...
''No...No! No! I'm a friar! This cannot be happening! Noo.'' Carl sunk backwards when he realised what Dracula must have done to him. He was....No. There had to be another way! Dracula wouldn't want a stupid little thing like him.
Nobody does, He thought back to Van Helsing. He grabbed the silk sheet around him and began tearing them into shreds, ripping the pillows so goose feathers floated around him and screaming in angst. This continued until the bed was just scraps of sheets and feathers. Carl sat back panting, furious. Any thought of Van Helsing was soon vanished by Dracula entering the room and shutting the long thick curtains in the room,
''I heard you were awake.'' Dracula smiled. Carl glared at him,
''What have you done to me?!'' Carl demanded, though scared of the truth.
''I have...made you one like me.'' Dracula smiled as he spoke in his thick accent. Carl shrunk back, getting smaller by the second. He was...UN dead...
''How did you get back?'' Carl finely asked, Dracula raised his eyebrow,
''I thought you would be able to work it out, you are a smart friar after all, well, if you must know, I dealt with the devil one more and was able to return.'' He laughed and sat down on Carl bed, Carl shifted so he wasn't closer to Dracula than he had to be,
''Stay away from me! Satan's spawn!'' Carl cursed at him, trembling.
''Oh, I'm so much more than that...'' His eyes trailed down Carls pale chest, then lower...Just at that moment Carl realised he was naked. Carl quickly realised he had nothing to cover himself with because he had ripped everything up.
''I...erm...I...'' Carl trailed off and turned around trying to cover himself from the leaches prying eyes,
''You have nothing to be ashamed of, little friar...'' Dracula somehow seemed dazed, yet charming at once, but Carl ignored him,
''Could you please leave me alone?'' Carl mumbled, looking down at his hands,
''Of coarse. You shall find that there are clothes to fit you in the wardrobe.'' Dracula informed him smiling and left him.
Carl scrambled off the bed and over to the large wooden wardrobe. Cravings of birds and other animals decorated the wood, but Carl took no notice and pulled the doors open. Carl looked for something he could wear but realised something,
''Black. Black! BLACK! And...it's all what Dracula wears. He expects me to wear HIS clothes? God, why have you done this to me? I said my prayers every night, I was always careful to follow your rule, I never sinned....much, so why have you abandoned me?'' He quickly pulled on the only clothes that looked least like what Dracula wore and sighed deeply, this is going to be a LONG after life...
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''So he left last night around 11?'' Van Helsing questioned the bar man behind the bar. Van Helsing was in one of Carl's least favourite places, a bar. But Carl had been here. And left to return home, and never managed to get home. What had happened? Maybe he got lost...no, that can't be right, Van Helsing searched his mind for ideas of Carl's whereabouts,
Maybe he left to go home...no, he had no transport and Carls scared of the travellers he would meet. Maybe he fell asleep? No, there has to be to it, Carl is not a drunk!
''He was drunk son, I told him to leave before a fight broke out. He's a good one, upset about something. Did ye' two argue?'' The bar man eyed him up, Van Helsing sighed and turned to leave the bar but said under his breath,
''I broke his heart.'' He left, Carl was missing, and it was all thanks to him.
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Carl refused any drink of blood Dracula brought him. They were all in small crystal wine glasses, but Carl always threw them straight back at him, refusing to drink any ''Devil wine'' as he called it. Dracula just smiled in amusement at Carls little display, and sipped his ''Devil wine'' as if it was water. As is there is nothing wrong with drinking it.
''You will soon turn weak, Carl, you must drink it.'' Dracula said every time Carl threw it at him. It never hit him though; he always stepped out of the way with such grace as if...he were dancing.
''I will never drink blood!'' Carl replied, anger fuming inside him.
''Tsk, tsk, my little Carl. If I had known you were a stubborn I would have gone with a different method...'' Dracula smiled, walking towards him.
''And w-what's that?'' Carl did not like the look in his eyes, all of a sudden Dracula had grasped Carl and was forcing the blood down his throat, so there wasn't much options for Carl, there was
Drink it
Don't drink it and drown in it
Try and push Dracula away...and fail
Carl decided that 'A' was the best option, so he allowed himself to drink it. For the first time in his stay at Dracula's castle....he felt at peace.
Authors note: No, this I not the end, so don't get your hopes up. So...please leave a review after the tone....Beep?
Carl stirred and sat up straight when he realised he wasn't in his room any more. He soon regretted it when a sharp pain panged into his skull. He fell back, holding onto his forehead, a pained look on his head,
''Owww...What did I do last night? Pound my head on a lamp post?'' He groaned,
''Almost right.'' A voice mocked. It sent shivers up his spine; he never wanted to hear that voice again. Dracula. He was back. But how? Maybe he was dreaming...
Dracula emerged from the corner, still charming and good looking. The face that had haunted Carl's dreams. Not in a bad way. Just the way Monks would highly disapprove of. Carl often had to awake early and rinse out his sheets after having these dreams, before Van Helsing awoke and saw the mess.
''I'm dead. I have gone to hell. God has abandoned me. I knew Van Helsing would get me to hell somehow.'' Carl sat up, leaning as far back as he could, leaning against the head board.
''Now now, Carl, is that any way to thank me?'' Dracula smirked, walking towards the end of Carl's bed. Carl tried to get further back, and pointed an accusing finger at him,
''You're dead! Van Helsing killed-'' Carls shaken accusing was cut off when Dracula held up his hand shaking his head in a pitying way,
''Now now. Do not bring up our...unusual past. Do you want me to take care of that pain, my dear Carl?'' Dracula's voice could cut glass, but at the same time, it brought lit to the room. Carl gaped at him, his mouth opening and shutting, looking like a goldfish. Dracula walked slowly, but chillingly towards him, like a feline stalking its prey.
''Don't come any closer! I-I-um...I'm vicious when backed into a corner!'' Carl stuttered, desperate.
''The entire better...'' Dracula laughed, circling the bed, and started walking to the head of the bed, where Carl was sat, slowly.
Carl's breathing began to speed up, scared stiff; he couldn't move his eyes darted around the room for ANYTHING! His eyes landed on the door, which was the other end of the bed, AWAY from Dracula.
Carl dived to the door, but Dracula was too quick. Carl tumbled out of the bed and somehow into Dracula. Carl was frozen, scared and somehow...at peace. Dracula seemed to sense his panic from his heart beat and his hand travelled down his back and back up, as I trying to comfort Carl.
''There, there. No need to be frightened of me, I don't bite...hard...'' Dracula attempted to sooth the shaking friar, but to no prevail. Carl soon passed out from the pounding head ache, while Dracula lay him down and examined the bit marks on his neck, claiming him his.
''don't worry, when you awake, you will be as I am.'' Dracula smiled cruelly, then added, ''Oh dear, we WILL have to get you out those holy clothes, won't we? We don't want them burning your precious skin, do we now?'' Dracula smiled deepened and he reached out to undo the brown smock.
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Van Helsing was worried. More worried than he could remember ever being. Carl had not returned last night nor did he this morning. He left around 7, and it was reaching 9. Where in the world could e be?
''Don't worry Carl, I'm coming.'' Van Helsing whispered as he left the cabin, in search for his favourite Friar.
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Carl awoke once more, hoping it was just a dream, in darkness. He sat up, and realised he was naked. Quickly pulling the covers around him, he moved the curtains around his bed and shot back yelling in pain. The sun...it felt like it was burning his skin off, what was happening? Oh no...
''No...No! No! I'm a friar! This cannot be happening! Noo.'' Carl sunk backwards when he realised what Dracula must have done to him. He was....No. There had to be another way! Dracula wouldn't want a stupid little thing like him.
Nobody does, He thought back to Van Helsing. He grabbed the silk sheet around him and began tearing them into shreds, ripping the pillows so goose feathers floated around him and screaming in angst. This continued until the bed was just scraps of sheets and feathers. Carl sat back panting, furious. Any thought of Van Helsing was soon vanished by Dracula entering the room and shutting the long thick curtains in the room,
''I heard you were awake.'' Dracula smiled. Carl glared at him,
''What have you done to me?!'' Carl demanded, though scared of the truth.
''I have...made you one like me.'' Dracula smiled as he spoke in his thick accent. Carl shrunk back, getting smaller by the second. He was...UN dead...
''How did you get back?'' Carl finely asked, Dracula raised his eyebrow,
''I thought you would be able to work it out, you are a smart friar after all, well, if you must know, I dealt with the devil one more and was able to return.'' He laughed and sat down on Carl bed, Carl shifted so he wasn't closer to Dracula than he had to be,
''Stay away from me! Satan's spawn!'' Carl cursed at him, trembling.
''Oh, I'm so much more than that...'' His eyes trailed down Carls pale chest, then lower...Just at that moment Carl realised he was naked. Carl quickly realised he had nothing to cover himself with because he had ripped everything up.
''I...erm...I...'' Carl trailed off and turned around trying to cover himself from the leaches prying eyes,
''You have nothing to be ashamed of, little friar...'' Dracula somehow seemed dazed, yet charming at once, but Carl ignored him,
''Could you please leave me alone?'' Carl mumbled, looking down at his hands,
''Of coarse. You shall find that there are clothes to fit you in the wardrobe.'' Dracula informed him smiling and left him.
Carl scrambled off the bed and over to the large wooden wardrobe. Cravings of birds and other animals decorated the wood, but Carl took no notice and pulled the doors open. Carl looked for something he could wear but realised something,
''Black. Black! BLACK! And...it's all what Dracula wears. He expects me to wear HIS clothes? God, why have you done this to me? I said my prayers every night, I was always careful to follow your rule, I never sinned....much, so why have you abandoned me?'' He quickly pulled on the only clothes that looked least like what Dracula wore and sighed deeply, this is going to be a LONG after life...
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''So he left last night around 11?'' Van Helsing questioned the bar man behind the bar. Van Helsing was in one of Carl's least favourite places, a bar. But Carl had been here. And left to return home, and never managed to get home. What had happened? Maybe he got lost...no, that can't be right, Van Helsing searched his mind for ideas of Carl's whereabouts,
Maybe he left to go home...no, he had no transport and Carls scared of the travellers he would meet. Maybe he fell asleep? No, there has to be to it, Carl is not a drunk!
''He was drunk son, I told him to leave before a fight broke out. He's a good one, upset about something. Did ye' two argue?'' The bar man eyed him up, Van Helsing sighed and turned to leave the bar but said under his breath,
''I broke his heart.'' He left, Carl was missing, and it was all thanks to him.
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Carl refused any drink of blood Dracula brought him. They were all in small crystal wine glasses, but Carl always threw them straight back at him, refusing to drink any ''Devil wine'' as he called it. Dracula just smiled in amusement at Carls little display, and sipped his ''Devil wine'' as if it was water. As is there is nothing wrong with drinking it.
''You will soon turn weak, Carl, you must drink it.'' Dracula said every time Carl threw it at him. It never hit him though; he always stepped out of the way with such grace as if...he were dancing.
''I will never drink blood!'' Carl replied, anger fuming inside him.
''Tsk, tsk, my little Carl. If I had known you were a stubborn I would have gone with a different method...'' Dracula smiled, walking towards him.
''And w-what's that?'' Carl did not like the look in his eyes, all of a sudden Dracula had grasped Carl and was forcing the blood down his throat, so there wasn't much options for Carl, there was
Drink it
Don't drink it and drown in it
Try and push Dracula away...and fail
Carl decided that 'A' was the best option, so he allowed himself to drink it. For the first time in his stay at Dracula's castle....he felt at peace.
Authors note: No, this I not the end, so don't get your hopes up. So...please leave a review after the tone....Beep?