Romania: Dracula

Let's make this clear now. Twilight has some mutated mess of some creation. Bram Stoker has real vampires. (He wrote Dracula)

Now, vampires DIE in the sunlight. They do NOT cross running water (only the absolute strongest can, situations vary). You kill them with a stake in the heart, light, and/or destroying their coffins. Yes garlic 'repels' them. They have NO reflection. They do NOT love! THEY DRINK HUMAN BLOOD, in particular, virgin blood. Vampires have supernatural abilities: abnormal strength, heightened senses, and can hypnotize their victims. Vampires can turn into bats AND wolves.

Yeah...fuck you Twilight.

The sun was fading fast as the gypsy train moved on through the woods. Eliza walked behind the group, distracted. The woods were lovely in the late fall. Leaves decorated the ground and made a nice crunch under foot. The air was fresh and crisp, the small creeks and rivers ran strong, almost as if they tried to run away from the coming winter.

The wildlife scattered when the gypsy train came through, deer bounded off, squirrels skittered away, owls looked down condescendingly from their perches.

Eliza halted for a moment to drink in the scene. She had an avid love of nature, and she could not think of a scene more perfect.

Suddenly a hawk cawed and dove for a mouse on the forest floor, gripped it in its strong talons and flew off. This caught Eliza's attention and she realized she had lost the group.

Fear didn't grip her for she knew where they had planned to set up camp for the night. It couldn't be that far off anyway. The dark of the night was closing in and her feet started to move a little faster down the road. It was getting steadily colder now, and it was becoming hard to see. She didn't see a dim glow from the caravan anywhere.

She bit her lip and stopped, taking a deep breath. Just then she heard from the bushes a low panting, like that of a dog. But when she turned around, nothing was there.

Frowning she started to walk again, slowly, trying to see any markings from the wagons on the ground.

Twigs snapped and the panting started again. The forest had otherwise gone dead silent. In the dark she saw two fierce glowing red eyes, belonging to a wolf.

She froze and stared at the animal in fear. As soon as the animal appeared, it vanished.

Standing in fear a moment more, she broke out into a run, coming to a fork in the road. Her mind raced, she didn't know what way to go. There were no wheel treads in the dirt.

Then a deep voice spoke behind her "You are lost, little traveler?"

She spun around to face a pale man, he looked to be perhaps in his twenties. He held a torch which illuminated his face, and cast shadows on his sharp red[1] eyes, which looked both frightening and oddly ageless and deep. He had raven black hair, neatly kept.

Eliza looked over his clothing. He was rather finely dressed for traveling in the woods a night, but most of his clothes were black. He smiled kindly, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Excuse my manners, I am Count Vladimir[2] Popescu." He spoke, extending his hand.

Eliza couldn't look away from his eyes; they were so captivating, and interesting. She felt like she could get lost in their endless pits.

Stammering she managed to give the man her name. He smiled once more "Do you seek shelter?"

She tore her gaze away from his eyes and looked at the ground. "N-no...I just lost my g-group...I'll be ok..."

"It is rude to not look at whom you are speaking to."

Without any protest, she looked up to meet his eyes. She was different than most girls. She spoke out of turn. She ran around barefoot, thieved, hung out in the woods, hunted, all sorts of things the average girl would not. But this time, with this stranger, she did not dare refuse. She did not dare argue. She listened.

"No one had passed by here." He spoke

She frowned and went to argue. She knew someone passed by!

He cut her off. "No one, has passed through here."

Well maybe she had taken a wrong turn then, they had gone somewhere else.

"You are not traveling with anyone." Vladimir spoke again, with his soft velvety voice

But, what did he mean? Of course she was traveling with someone, why would she be alone?

Still looking into her eyes, he went on "You are a fugitive. You ran away. You seek shelter."

Her mind was becoming very foggy. She was a fugitive? Ran from where?

As if he could read her thoughts, he weaved her backstory. "You are a thief. You have no family. You were arrested, but fled from the nearby town. You need shelter for the night."

"I need...shelter...for...night...?" her mouth moved without her brain's compliance.

He smiled, and took her hand.

Her mind screamed no, but her hand held onto his, and followed the mysterious man back to his manor.

He was a stranger. She didn't ever trust strangers. But was she not a fugitive? She trusted him, he would hide her from the law.

She gazed around the dark grounds of the even darker and foreboding castle that had seemly come out of nowhere.

"This castle is nice, yes?" he asked, taking her inside

Again her mouth moved with words put into it that were not hers "This...castle is nice..."

He smirked, standing now in a cold castle corridor, the main doors shut. It was cold, and pitch black as he had no torch brackets on the wall. His light from earlier had vanished, but just like the wolf from earlier, his red eyes burned in the blackness, like coals.

Or even like the pits of hell.

She shivered but could not look away from his eyes.

In a flash of movement she hit the wall, hard. She shrieked in both pain and surprise, her green eyes going wide.

Vladimir's red eyes had vanished from the blackness, but she felt iron like hands around her wrists, and a stone cold body shoving her and holding her to the wall.

Whatever it was had total control over her. Body, and mind.

Pain erupted in her neck as two cold sharp objects punctured the skin. She felt blood running from the wounds, and a scream stuck in her throat.

A soft, calming, velvety voice in her head spoke: Relax. All is fine. You are safe.

She didn't want to relax, no she wanted to fight. But she didn't, she relaxed, sighing softly, even as pain wracked through her.

She was getting weaker, but it didn't feel as if she was dying. It felt as if she was simply floating away to sleep, safe in Count Vladimir's castle.

In a moment her dead body hit the floor, and Vladimir wiped blood off his mouth, fangs retracting to a smaller size.

He smirked. She was not the first, and she was not the last. Many more young virgin girls would die this way. He'd take control of their mind. Lure them in. Overpower them, and kill them.

He was unstoppable in his game. He was always the winner. He would always be the winner.

Fall at his feet, simply give in

He'll puts your organs in the garbage bin

He's in your head, commit no sin

There's nothing you can do...just give in

Thoughts?

[1] Bram Stoker's Dracula had red eyes

[2] Romania's human name I think, it was the one I saw the most