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Chapter Two
"Dear brother, I trust you weren't attempting to assassinate me," the vampire chortled. "You must know that the sun is simply... dreadful for my pasty complexion."
Vlad quivered, panting heavily and stood fully drenched in light. His eyes lit up in furor at the clone's words. "Damn you...you monster! How dare you force me to lure that young lad here!" He stomped his foot upon the frigid floor. "I cannot do this anymore! My soul throbs from this never-ending curse! My thirst is insatiable, my hunger, unappeasable. Grief feeds upon my spirit so similar to the way you feed upon your feeble victims... draining them..." His voice trailed off as his glassy eyes stared into space.
The two men stood as complete opposites, rather, conflicting personas of the same individual. The endless power struggle between righteousness and sin beleaguered Count Dracula and tore at his sanity, forcing him to conceive an alternate ego. But which man was the illusion?
The wicked looking creature simply smirked, his sizable incisors dropping down over crimson lips. "Do me a favor, brother, and groan about your pitiful existence someplace else. The tension really is not good for our heart." The vicious man snarled as he pointed toward his vein-laden chest that pulsated violently. With that, he threw on an overcoat and headed out the heavy door into a gloomy hallway.
He fastened some frilled fabric closed as he slinked down the desolate hall toward his prisoner's room. When the vampire reached Mr. Harker's doorway, he exposed a terrifyingly long and boney finger. He wedged it in the keyhole, and with a swift rotation of the hand, unlocked it.
He entered the chamber, but saw no sign of Jonathan. The breakfast table seemed to have been discovered already and some soiled plates remained on the surface. Dracula slid quietly toward the adjacent bathroom, and finding it open, proceeded into the room. Mr. Harker stood over an iron basin, absorbed in something or another, and stared carefully into the square mirror in front of him. The vampire reached out with a bony hand and grabbed Jonathan's broad shoulder.
"Good Morning," The Count said, causing Harker to turn promptly on his heel to face the source of the voice. When Jonathan's surprised face came into view, the monster apologized for his intrusion. It seemed he had been shaving. The boy turned back around and studied himself in the glass, then faced the Count once more.
Dracula's pupils darted downward slightly and focused on a tiny spot of blood forming on Jon's cheek that he hadn't noticed earlier. His eyes slowly filled up with a blackish dye that twirled around his scarlet veins. Sweat started to jump down his frightening face, and the vampire's heart swelled and lurched beneath his burning skin. His fangs began to enlarge as pure hunger coursed through his body and clouded his vision...
While the vampire began to lose control in the lavatory, Vlad observed from the doorway. His mind raced, and as his foe's hand bolted toward Jonathan's neck, Vlad leapt out of the doorway. He crashed into the vampire and merged with him, throwing the moving hand down onto Jonathan's crucifix.
His hand started to hiss and melt, and Dracula withdrew. Straightening himself and grasping Jonathan's shaving cup, he said evenly, "Take care how you cut yourself. It may be very dangerous in this country..." With that, he flung it out the open window and rushed out of the chamber, leaving Jonathan shocked and confused...
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