Dracula's Blood Lust
Martha Marieyvess was walking home through the woods, down the dirt road that early evening. Her long brown hair was tied up behind her head. She wore a white, sleeveless shirt and a brown skirt and black boots. She carried a large, brown bag slung over her left shoulder. She was walking down a road through a barren, grassy and muddy landscape. She looked about herself. The remains of a brown, medieval castle could be seen way off in the distance. Her pretty face made a cheerful smile as she walked. She came upon a gray, well worn, rectangular sign on a sign post on the road. STOKER ROAD-read the sign in faded black letters. "The villagers are always telling folk stories about bad things that happen in this area. I haven't used this shortcut home since I was a little girl," Martha bemused to herself, as she tramped down the dirt road through the barren grassy and muddy countryside, "all those weirdo tales of travellers found dead with two puncture marks on their necks. Or giant bats flying overhead." Martha chuckled. "I suppose Smith will be expecting pork chops for dinner again tonight, "sighed the young woman as she continued her walk down the road, "I forgot to pick them up at Sangster's Farmer's Market so I guess I'll have to find some in town. What's his thing with pork chops? Ever since we married five years ago, that's all he's wanted for dinner." Martha brisked up her walk a bit as the countryside became darker and darker. "I knew I shouldn't have stayed too long at Ver and Jacinda's house," sighed Martha as she kept up her pace.
As Martha moved more rapidly down the road, she was briefly startled by the sight of a massive horde of bats come flying towards her all of a sudden, and then fly off into the distance. The bats all made loud screeching sounds. Martha was so surprised that she fell down on her ass on the grass for a second or two. She looked around herself and watched the hordes of bats flying off, into the distance towards the sunset. She laughed a little. "Just some bats that's all," she thought to herself as she slowly stood up again. "I'm getting as bad as those idiots in the beer hall every night."
Martha got up and continued her walk down the dirt road. She was startled yet again by the sounds of some wolves howling. She stopped and saw some large, brown shaggy wolves go running across the grass together way off in the distance. "It's a regular circus menagerie tonight," Martha thought to herself with a cold smile as she walked down the dirt road across the desolate grassy and muddy terrain. "A bit odd. Haven't seen any wolves in this area for years. Heard about that one fella...what was his name again?...Harker! That be it! Said he got roughed up be some of dem wolves when some farmers found him lying here wounded, all bloody shoulder wounds and rushed him to town." Martha shook her head and shrugged her shoulders as she walked. "That guy Harker must have been nipping the hooch in the beer hall. What would any sane man be doin wandering about this countryside alone at midnight? I don't know. I can't recall much more of the story. Said he'd escaped from something? Hmmmmm." Martha lowered her eyebrows as she picked her memory. She saw more wolves walking off in the distance way ahead of her-across the grassy and muddy terrain way off in the distance. "I better pick up some speed," Martha encouraged herself as she quickened her pace down the dirt road, "Smith must be ready to eat the furniture about now."
As Martha walked through the darkening, early evening countryside, she came upon a collection of small, brownstone houses situated in the grass at the left side of the dirt road. She stopped walking and looked curiously at the houses. "Who lives there again?" she thought to herself as she tightened her grip on the straps on her bag and studied the houses. Then she snapped her fingers. "Oh that's right! This is the Klove family village!" Martha suddenly remembered as she eyed the collection of houses. Brown walls and black tiled roofs. "There were folk legends of them Klove Family enslaved by the count himself," giggled Martha as she noticed a short, middle aged man with wavy dark hair and wearing a purple lounge suit, a white shirt and vest and a black ascot tie, walk around the left side of one of the houses and look at Martha. He was joined by a tall, white haired woman wearing a gray, long sleeved dress, brown boots and a black felt hat. The couple paid a curious amount of interest to Martha. Martha just shook her head and walked off past the houses. Martha looked fast behind herself and saw the doors of the houses open and several more men and women: the men wearing eitheir brown or dark blue lounge suits and black boots and white shirts and black ascot ties and the women wearing brown or gray or green long sleeved dresses and hats and wearing black shoes. Everyone pointed at Martha. Martha looked away. "Very, very strange ones, dem Kloves," Martha thought to herself with unease, "like all the blokes say in the beer hall at nights. The Kloves are strange ones."
Martha quickened her pace even more down the dirt road. She tightened her grip on the straps on her bag slung over her shoulder. A chilly breeze came upon her. She trembled from the cold. "I'll be home soon, " she reassured herself. Then, she was met by a rather bizarre sight. A black coach being pulled by two black horses. The driver was a tall, slim, gray haired woman wearing a green and red checkered coat and a black dress and boots. She had a very sinister-yet at the same time not-all-there-kind of expression on her scarred face as she looked down and over Martha. Her hands gripped the reins of the horses. Her eyes were blank as if hypnotized in some way. The coach cruised to a stop on the left side of the dirt road right besides Martha. Martha looked sideways-perplexed-at the sight. The door to the coach opened and a short, squat, middle aged man with short blonde hair and wearing a gray lounge coat and orange pants and black shoes and a gray hat came stepping out of the coach. Martha looked at the man with a flash of recognition. "Renfield," she uttered as she remembered the man's name. "Hello my dear Martha," Renfield said as he took some steps towards her, "may I offer my dear a ride into the village," Renfield said in a kindly tone as he gestured with his gray gloved hands. Martha backed away and looked away from Renfield, trying to ignore him. "Oh God!" she thought nervously to herself, "This crazy bloke Renfield was an inmate at one of dem crazy places I remember hearing," Martha thought to herself, "braggin about hearin his master talking to him in his head. Mad the bloke was!" "A ride into the village my dear?" Renfield repeated the offer with an evil smile, "I won't bite. Not me anyways," he snickered. Martha just shook her head and ran off. "I be on me way Mr. Renfield," Martha said trying not to give too much attention to the strange looking man. "I'm not goin with this mad bloke!" Martha thought to herself, "not some bloke I hear eats ants with his wine!" Martha ran away down the road. She looked behind herself as she ran. Renfield was climbing back into the coach. He swung the coach door shut. The glazed eyed-sinister looking female driver drove the coach back off down the dirt road away from Martha.
Martha was running down the dirt road through the barren grassy and muddy countryside. She was nearing the village. She could see the buildings just ahead. "Me be glad to finally get home to my Smith," Martha thought to herself, "but that's right! Me still have to pick up the pork chops for dinner!"
As Martha continued her fast pace, her eyes opened wide at the sight of a massive black fog that appeared at the end of the dirt road in front of the sight of the buildings of the village. Martha turned left and ran off the road and across the grassy and muddy landscape. She was running in a different direction towards the village which she could see straight ahead. The large, black mass then oozed off the dirt road and again appeared right in front of her. Martha-feeling really scared now-ran even faster. The large black mass quickly encircled her on the grassy, muddy terrain. Martha stopped running and just looked around herself, wide eyed with terror. Hordes of giant sized bats flew out of the black mass and over Martha's head. "COME TO US MARTHA!"shouted out the deep, male, evil intoned voice from the encircling black mass. More hordes of bats flew out of the black mass and over Martha's head. Martha screamed and dropped down on her knees on the grass and mud.
Then Martha slowly looked up and around herself. She saw two, giant sized, eight foot tall, black skinned vampire bat/ humanoid type beings fly together out of the black mass, which was now slowly fading away. One of the eight foot tall, vampire bat/humanoids swooped down and landed on his feet at the left side of Martha, while the other vampire bat/humanoid swooped down and landed on its feet at the right side of Martha. Martha stood up and looked from let to right at the beings. The beings had long ears and glowing red eyes and fangs. Martha put her hands to her face and screamed.
Martha then noticed the black coach being driven by the spaced out-evil looking woman come speeding over the grass and mud towards Martha. The coach stopped. The door opened. Renfield stepped eagerly out of the coach and bounded towards Martha and the eight foot tall humanoids. "It be easier Mrs. Martha if you'd allowed me to take you by coach," said Renfield with an evil smirk on his face, as he moved over the grass and mud towards the frightened young woman, and the vampire bat humanoids, "I could have taken you straight to him, but he found you anyways!" Renfield laughed evily. Martha stood there screaming. "MARTHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" shouted the deep, male voice of the eight foot tall, vampire bat/humanoid standing at the left side of her. "WELCOME YOUNG LADY!" greeted an evil, female voice form the vampire bat/humanoid standing at the right side of Martha.
Martha screamed and broke into a run! She ran across the grassy and muddy terrain screaming.
Renfield ran after her!
The black coach sped after her!
The two eight foot tall, vampire bat/humanoids took flight again and flapped their wings and glided through the night sky just above Martha.
Martha ran in the direction of the village! She ran and ran and ran!
"MARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTHA!" thundered the deep, male voice from one of the vampire bat humanoids flying above her.
The black coach and the black horses moved fast right in front of the brown haired, screaming young woman.
Martha looked behind herself and saw Renfield standing behind her with a cruel grin on his face.
The frightened young woman glanced all around herself.
The two, eight foot tall, vampire bat humanoids dropped down from the sky and got on both sides of the screaming young woman. She looked from left to right. The one eight foot tall, vampire bat humanoid transformed into a gorgeous, yet cold and evil looking thirty something year old woman with long red hair and wearing a black bikini. She had glowing red eyes and long sharp fangs.
Renfield walked up to her laughing like the evil madman he was. "Ya got her Helen!" he chortled, "she's all yours."
Helen made an evil smile and held out her hand to Martha. "Come to us Martha!" the vampire woman commanded, "he changed me just a few days ago. He will now change you! Hahahaahahaahahahahahah!" Loud, evil laughter emerged from Helen's lips.
The other eight foot tall, vampire bat humanoid then transformed into a tall, handsome but cold looking man with wavy brown and gray hair and wearing a long black cloak and cape. Martha's eyes opened wider as she turned her head to look at the man. She pointed her finger at him with a shocked expression on her face. "YOU BE THE ONE THE VILLAGERS SCREAM ABOUT!" shouted Martha, "DRACULA!THE VAMPIRE LORD!" "YOU ARE MINE MARTHA!" said Dracula loudly, as his eyes glowed red and he bared his fangs.
Martha unslung the bag from her shoulder and desperately reached in and took out a large, yellow cross. She waved it at both of the vampires. Dracula and Helen both hissed and bared their fangs. Dracula waved his sharp finger nailed hand in front of his face. "YOU BITCH!" shouted Dracula.
Martha then turned and ran across the grassy and muddy terrain and straight for the village ahead. And never once looked behind her. She clutched the cross in her hand.
Martha ran fearfully all over the village streets-past rows of brown and white houses-untill she finally came upon the church. "THE CHURCH!" Martha thought to herself as she grinned and ran towards the old building. "I can hide in there. Heck me be safe in there! That be my sanctuary till morning, "he can't get me there!"
The frightened young woman flung open the church door and raced into the building, past all the rows of brown church seats, past the stain glass windows depicting Christ and Mary in Heaven, Christ carrying the cross, Christ rising from the dead, Christ healing the sick and the crippled.
Martha ran towards the large altar in front of her. A giant, white cross stood upright on the red carpeted altar. There was a massive white statute of the Virgin Mary on the wall behind the cross.
Martha lay down on her back on the red carpeted altar, terrified after her ordeal. "I'll stay here till morning," the brown haired young woman thought to herself as she stared up at the ceiling of the church, "Dracula can't get me here."
Martha lay there for quite a few minutes till-from the corner of her eyes-she happened to see the church door swing open on it's own and slam shut again. Martha sat up-wide eyed-and turned her head. She saw a large, black shadow moving through the church, moving along the floor towards her! The shadow was that of man with a cape! The shadow then glowed blood red!
Martha got up and ran backwards across the red carpeted altar while waving the cross in front of her. "NO!" she screamed as her face cringed and twisted with fear, her mouth wide open. The red glowing shadow loomed upwards towards her. It's shadowy, clawed hands reaching outright. The shadow then transformed into the black caped, black cloaked figure of Count Dracula! Dracula slowly walked towards the scared young woman, showing his fangs, his eyes glowing red and reaching out with his clawed hands. "Come Martha," said the vampire count with an evil smile, "I know you thought the church could sanctify you but you forget. I'M LORD OF THE VAMPIRES! When my will becomes more powerful at times, I can invade the church and enter with no permission save mine own!" The vampire count made an evil chuckle. Martha waved the cross on front of her. "STAY BACK!" she screamed. "You cannot escape me Martha," Dracula threatened the young woman in his deep voice, his very tall black form walking towards her, "I'AM THE APOCOLYPSE!" thundered Dracula as he opened his mouth wide, baring his blood dripping fangs.
Martha screamed in fear as Dracula leaped upon her and sunk his fangs into her neck. Blood spilled out everywhere! Martha screamed her last breath. She then fell over on her face and lay dead on the church altar. A massive and getting bigger blood stain. The cross fell out of her hands.
Dracula stood up and looked down with disgust at the cross. He bared his sharp fangs. Blood poured from his mouth. His face was dead white. He made a very dizzy expression on his handsome yet cold and evil face. He gasped for breath and his body swayed backwards and forwards.
Dracula was face to face with the tall, white robed man with long black hair and a beard. The two men stood facing each other on the red carpeted altar of the church. The white robed man was outlined in a warm, yellow light. He had kind-yet when he looked into the face of the vampire-stern determined eyes. Dracula opened his mouth wide with fear and slowly backed away from the white robed, bearded man. "Your will against the church, against me is decreasing Dracula, "the bearded man told the scared and weakening vampire count. The bearded, long haired man didn't say the words outright but only into the count's mind somehow. Dracula slowly backed away from the man while waving his sharp clawed hands. Dracula swayed dizzily from left to right. "I...will...not...falter," said the vampire count in a weakened tone of voice, "neither you nor the House of Van Helsing or that other fool Sandor...uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... "How does it feel to made the helpless frightened one Dracula?!" said the bearded, long haired man in a firm, strong tone of voice as he just stood there looking at the weakening vampire, "your will is going. Soon you'll be at the mercy of the cross." Dracula screamed in fear!
Dracula's black cloaked body swayed dizzily from left to right and backwards and forwards. His eyes rolled. From all around him came the sounds of a heavenly sounding church choir. Dracula fell down on his knees.
The vampire count was on his knees on the red carpeted altar before the figure of the white robed, bearded man. "Thine will against the cross and the church is eroding Dracula," warned the black haired, bearded young man as his body shimmered with warm yellow lights. Dracula looked up, bared his fangs and shouted: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
A certain strength returned to Dracula's dead white face. His bloodshot eyes took on a more sinister, enraged expression. His body stopped swaying. The heavenly sounding church choir became louder than ever. Dracula gritted his sharp teeth and put his hands to his ears. He then raced through the church towards the entrance.
Dracula got up and turned and fled from the figure of the white robed, bearded long man standing near him. "Thine curse will always be to fear and shun the very object I was made to carry, " the bearded young man kept saying, "they mocked me as 'King of the Jews!' they knew not what they did. But I return to combat evil. To destroy you Dracula!" The heavenly choir was all around. Dracula ran through the church hissing his sharp fangs. "I must flee before my will gives out!" screamed Dracula as he ran through the church. his black cape with the red lining fluttering behind him, "but next time!" shouted the vampire count, "NEXT TIME!" He ran towards the door of the church
Dracula swung open the church door and ran out of the church screaming and into the night time village streets. He stopped running when he was a long distance from the church. He looked around himself at the buildings surrounding him.
The vampire woman, Helen, slowly approached him from out of the shadows of some buildings on the street wearing the black bikini.
Renfield then came out of the shadows of some small brown buildings and also approached the count.
Dracula just stood there. He thought back...
Back when he was still mortal, Count Dracula stood in the red and gray coloured church of Satan worship and faced the tall, red skinned, muscular figure bathed in flames and holding the red trident. The back-when-he-was-mortal Count Dracula wore a long black robe. His long brown hair ran down his back. His brown and gray beard was covered with sweat. The mortal Count Dracula kneeled down before the red, horned, pointed earned figure before him. Cold sweat ran down the mortal Dracula's face. "I Dracula do indeed bargain my soul to you for exchange of immortality," prayed the count. The red skinned, muscular horned figure glared down upon him. "That is why I come here to the church of Satan to pray to you!" pleaded the once mortal Dracula. "There will be a price besides your soul," warned the red skinned, horned figure.
Dracula stood there glaring at both Helen and Renfield. Renfield had a a crazy, evil grin on his face as he looked up at his vampire master. "Renfield," ordered Dracula, "go back in the church and put the body of the woman in the bell tower. I want to leave Sandor a token, "chuckled the count in an evil tone of voice. Renfield took a few steps towards Dracula. Renfield's expression changed from a loony grin to one of realization. he cocked his head as he studied Dracula's stone cold face. Dracula was losing patience. "Did you not hear me Renfield?" Dracula asked Renfield, "go into the church and put the body in the bell tower! Now!"
Helen took a few steps towards Dracula and ran her hands over his black cloaked body. She made an evil grin showing her sharp fangs. Dracula pushed her away. Dracula glared down at Renfield. "NEVER disobey me Renfield!" said the count in a deep scary voice. Renfield said: "You know my master, while you were in the church, being in attempt to keep your will against the cross, your power over me faded." Renfield took a few steps towards Dracula with his mouth firm. He pointed at Dracula. "For a few minutes your control over me vanished," Renfield told the count, "you turned me into a blabbering madman! You enslaved me! Put me in your power! But now I know! I started to remember!" Dracula raised his eyebrows at Renfield. "Dracula is your lord and master forever Renfield," Helen turned and told Renfield. Renfield took a few more steps towards Dracula. "I remembered when you murdered my wife and son while we were out camping that night in the woods, "Renfield told Dracula with some tears, "then you somehow hypnotized me into your slave! Bent me to your will!" Dracula and Helen both glared at Renfield. Renfield took more steps towards Dracula. Renfield continued his tortured memory. "YOU MADE ME INTO YOUR SERVANT! GOT ME COMMITTED! NOW YOUR POWER OVER ME IS GONE AND I FINALLY KNOW THE TRUTH! I'M GOING TO DESTROY YOU!"
Renfield then pulled out a large wooden stake from his suit, and came rushing towards Count Dracula and Helen. Dracula and Helen both moved backwards while baring their fangs and hissing at Renfield. Renfield aimed the stake right at Dracula's heart. Dracula side stepped Renfield and pushed him backwards. Renfield fell down on his back on the street. He got up again and came rushing towards Dracula and Helen while clutching the stake in his hands. Helen hissed, bared her fangs and pushed the palm of her hand into Renfield's cheek causing him to fall against Dracula, who bared his fangs, grabbed the wooden stake away from Renfield and socked Renfield across the jaw. Renfield fell backwards. His jaw bleeding. Dracula tossed the wooden stake away. Renfield then pulled out yet another wooden stake from his coat and stabbed the stake into Dracula's left knee! Dracula screamed in agony and grabbed Renfield's throat with both his clawed hands and strangled the helpless man. Renfield fell down on the street on his back dead. The vampire woman Helen then kneeled down and put her sharp fangs to Renfield's neck.
Then from out of the shadows of the night time village street came the tall, slim gray haired woman driving the coach. The woman walked like a zombie. Her eyes glazed over. Dracula walked up to her and gently put his sharp, finger nailed hands on both of the woman's shoulders. "Liza my dear, "Dracula told the stoned looking woman, "would you so kindly go into the church and put the body in the bell tower?" Dracula said while showing his sharp fangs, "that was NOT a request!"
Liza turned and walked away from Dracula and walked through the village towards the church.
Dracula then turned towards Helen who was standing up again. Her mouth slathered in blood. "Helen," the count told her coldly, "your former brother in law's wife, I touched her, she now belongs to me! Now we go get her!" Helen looked puzzled at Dracula. "What will you do to her my love?" she asked the vampire count. "THAT IS NOT YOUR CONCERN!" blared the enraged count, "ONLY TO FOLLOW MY ORDERS! OR I WILL DESTROY YOU!" And with that Dracula and Helen both turned and walked together through the dark village streets.
The following morning Martha's dead body lay on it's back on the floor of the church covered in a white shroud. A group of monks, the altar boy that found her, priests and blue coated police constables stood around the body inside the church.
The one priest Father Sandor came running through the church towards the strange scene. Sandor was wearing a dark blue lounge suit with a white shirt and brown ascot tie. He wore black boots. He ran up to the shrouded body. "DAMNED MONSTER!" swore Sandor loudly as he stood and looked down at the shrouded body surrounded by several priests, monks, the frightened altar boy and the police constables, "HE DID THIS DELIBERATELY TO SPITE ME!" cursed Sandor as he frowned while looking down at the body, "BUT HE'S UNDERWATER NOW! HE'S NOW FINALLY GONE!" Inspector Dee Suffclure-a tall, well built man with long white hair and a beard and wearing a blue police uniform-turned to look at Father Sandor with a curious look in his blue eyes. "She's been identified as one Martha Marieyvess, "said the police inspector as he looked from Father Sandor down at the body. Father Sandor just shook his head as he looked down at the shrouded corpse. "I only vaguely knew her Dee, "Father Sandor said, "I saw her during my sermons now and again."
Then a tall, good looking young man with short, dark curly hair and a beard and wearing a white, long sleeved shirt with a brown vest and brown pants and black boots came running into the church towards the shrouded body. "MARTHA!" he screamed as tears streamed down his face, MY DEAR WIFE MARTHA!" He ran to the shrouded body and kneeled down besides it crying uncontrollably. "MARTHA!" he cried., "WHO DID IT DEE!?" The teary eyed young man looked up at the police inspector. The police inspector just shook his head sadly. "She was killed by no man Smith," the policeman said. "Even when he was human he was a monster," shuddered Father Sandor as he stood there staring down at the shrouded corpse, "all the people he mass murdered in the middle ages, during his reign of power! Then he made a deal with a demon for immortality. Then he becomes a vampire." "I think it would be a good idea for an autopsy, "Inspector Suffclure said as he looked down at the shrouded body. "I've already contacted Van Helsing, "said Father Sandor, "although I drowned the monster myself a short while ago, we may still need his help in this manner." Father Sandor turned his head to look at Inspector Suffclure and made a grim grin. The altar boy who'd found the body put his face in his hands and cried. "If she was killed by bites from the vampire then I don't think there's any need for an autopsy Dee, "Father Sandor said. The policemen, the altar boy, the monks, the other priests and Smith all turned their heads and looked with surprise at Father Sandor.
Father Sandor knelt down and pulled off the shroud from the body. The body of the young woman was completely decayed. There were two sharp teeth in the open mouth of the now half skull of the young woman's body. The brown hair was white and dusty. The body was part dust, flesh and skeleton. Father Sandor looked up at Inspector Suffclure. "She was becoming a vampire herself but she was left in a church, " the priest said coldly, "Van Helsing should be here next week..."