The future Meats The Past
~Count Dracula~
~2008~
"Renfield!" The Count called up his servant who was hanging some cobwebs on the celling of the mirror room, "fetch me a bottle of something red and sweet."
"Strawberry juice?" Asked Renfield stupidly, that always made the Count wonder why he put up with him.
"No you imbosile, blood! Get me a bottle of blood." He was not in the mood today.
"Yes master," his idiotic servant squeaked clumsily climbing down the ladder to the blood cellar for the finest blood he could find wondering why his master was in such a foul mood. Well this is what happened
1 hour earlier
"Dad!" his son and heir had his arms crossed and a look of childish annoyance on his face.
"Oh what is it now son?" The Count moaned, slouching on his throne.
"A postman and a milkman have been killed this week."
"Oh, dear how tragic" Yeah right!
"Oh really? Then why where there bit marks on the victims necks?"
"How do you know that?"
"It's on the front of the newspaper."
The Count turned in annoyance to the front of the newspaper he had been holding.
"Well it nothing to do with me."
"Yeah right, we are the only vampires in Stokely, unless it was one of your so-called-vampire friends that's been visiting."
"Don't be absurd, when you're a full vampire you'll understand!"
With that his son stormed out of the room.
Looking back on the conversation the Count wondered if he said the right thing…Well not the right thing, vampires never do the right thing but things that would prevent his son slaying him in the future.
For no particular reason the Count found himself staring at the blood mirror, it was a very plain mirror all black and full of cobwebs and a skull at the top, there wasn't really anything that interesting about it. He turned his back on the mirror wondering what was taking Renfield so long with that blood then out of nowhere he felt a strong stone hand grab his shoulder, pulling him into the mirror…
~Count Dracula~
~2013~
"Renfield!" The Count called up his servant who was hanging some cobwebs on the celling of the mirror room "fetch me a bottle of something red and sweet"
"Strawberry juice?" Asked Renfield stupidly that always made the Count wonder for the hundredth why he put up with.
"No you imbosiel, blood! Get me a bottle of blood" He was not in the mood today.
"Yes master" his idiotic servant squeaked clumsily climbing down the ladder to the blood cellar for the finest blood he could find…His master certainly wasn't in a good mood. He had The Vampire Times on his case making him look like a complete breather loving, soy blood drinking whimpire. Yes he was in love with the breather woman, Miss McCauley and he had drunk soy blood only because Renfiled's attempted to make a soy blood taste like the real thing but it was completely hopeless. But that wasn't the main problem.
1 hour earlier
"Where have you been?" his son stood there in front of the Count throne arms crossed and a frown on his face.
"What have I done now?" the Count moaned rubbing his forehead in annoyance.
"Two people have been killed in the last week one a postman another a milkman"
"So?"
"They had found bite marks on the victims neck obviously a vampire"
"Then talk to your SCRAP vamps, I told you it would be a bad idea"
"It's wasn't the SCRAP vamps, when the Guild identified the bodies they found the mark was made by an old vampire, 600 years old to be exact."
"You think it's me?"
"Maybe, unless it's one of your stuffy old friends on the High Council, then I would have to make full investigation"
"There will be no need for that."
"There is every need for it."
"So what are you going to do your grandness?" The Count smirked sarcastically. He knew Vlad was getting fed up with this, they have had this conversation for five or six years now.
"Well like I said I would have to make a full investigation of the council and the person responsible for the biting will be punished, anything else?"
"Even if that biter is your own father"
"Well I don't know, is it?"
There was a pause
"You think it's me don't you" The Count stared down at his son in disbelief, "you think it's me don't you!?" He repeated to emphasize his point.
Vlad didn't say anything just looked down, smiled and zoomed out the room leaving the Count wondering what was going through the mind of his son. Was he still good or was his dark side getting stronger each day? It made the Count frustrated.
Back in the mirror room
The Count glazed into the blood mirror for no particular reason with Renfield out the room everything was strangely quiet. The mirror showed no reflection which was fine with him but something about the mirror seemed different. He examined the creatures that guarded the mirror. The Count had never seen the creatures move in fact how long had the stone creatures been there? He hadn't noticed them since Vlad put the crown of power on five years ago. The Count tapped the statues with his middle finger, they were stone cold, but that's what they were. Stone.
He turned his back on the mirror wondering what was taking the servant so long, but as he turned his back he felt two solid, strong, stone hands grip his shoulders he had no time to turn as he was pulled into the mirror.
In the Mirror
The future Count found himself stumbling into a candle lit room with fine furniture. I won't bother describing the room as it was same room Ingrid was in but this time on the table was one large bottle of blood and two goblets either side. Was he expecting someone? Making himself comfortable on the large sofa and helping himself to a full goblet of blood, he was so thirsty! Just then he heard a ripping sound coming from the wall in front of him, lifting his head up towards the noise he saw to his amazement the wall rip open as a man stumbled in wearing a long back cloak trailing to the floor. His back glossy hair reached passed his shoulders. He had high cheek bones and the pale features that gave him the identity of a vampire, but he was not just any vampire, oh no.
The two Count Draculas blinked at each other in surprise and astonishment. This was not possible, not true there can only be one Count Dracula in the world or it was a fight to the death…Well as dead as a vampire can get.
"Who is this imposter?!" snarled the past Count (I won't say younger because that's a word that the Count isn't).
"Imposter?" snapped the future Count "you can't even get my hair right." The sound of thunder was starting to erupt around them.
"What? How dare you at least my hair is that of a gentleman and not long and not flowing like a girls."
Pause. Everything stopped, the candle light glowing brighter, the room shook, blood spilt on the glass table; the rules were covered, and the two Counts were in for a bit of a shock.
"Right," snapped the future Count and threw his glove towards the past Count, "I challenge you to a duel."
"No!" The past Count shot back and threw his own glove towards the future Count, "I challenge you to a duel."
"No it doesn't work like that, I challenged you first therefore accept my challenge."
"Never, Count Dracula will never accept a challenge from a fraud such as you."
"BUT I'M COUNT DRACULA!"
"NO I AM!"
The two Counts were in battle but if you go back to the first chapter "The 5 RULES" rule two clearly says
'You're not allowed to have a physical fight (that means biting, punching, kicking, etc.) if the past self is not a vampire yet, Future Vampire Vs Past Vampire or Past Breather vs Future Breather is acceptable but is not recommended, once you're both in the Time mirror any injury the past self gets the future version will feel it to.'
You can guess what's going to happen.
"Ouch!"
The future Count had just pulled his pasts self's hair and then he felt a sharp tug on the back of his head like it was his head being yanked.
The past Count shot fire at the future self, burning his hand away from his hair but just as he did it he felt his hand suddenly burn but that didn't stop the two Count, the battle was not bloody and vicious like how a true Dracula should fight, it was more the fight when you see two school girls fighting in the halls but no one was winning, but being Count Dracula they would give up until there was a victor.
Then the bell stared to ring.
DONG, DONG, DONG
But the Counts took no notice they were to busy screaming insults at each other and pulling their hair.
DONG, DONG, DONG
Then without warning, with unimaginable strength the Counts were yanked away from each other and shoved into the wall back to their own time lines, before they could even see the two stone monsters with smirks across their faces…
What did you think? Sorry for the long wait, I have a busy life.
Any way! who should be next Jonno or Renfiled?