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Mary McQueen and John meet with an old friend of Mary’s a few blocks away from the vast land owned by You know who.She made a few calls to get him to bring weapons for them, to rescue Rachael and the twins. Steven Gerard stands at 5’11ft, he has broad shoulders that carry a thin neck and a bald head. He has light brown eyes and greybeards that beautify his sturdy-looking face. His fair skin is tainted by a tattoo that covers the entirety of his upper arm. He is an arms dealer but not the ordinary kind, the supernatural kind that sells stakes, wolfsbane and things like holy water. His inventory is not limited to these kinds of weapons as his arsenal ranges from pistols to rocket launchers. He stands with a stern face as he eyes John who returns his gaze with the same energy. He is accompanied by Philip, also an old friend of Mary’s. Philip looks quite frantic as he helps ready the weapons. Philip is 6ft tall, his hair is a mix of grey and brown, he has dark eyes and he is fair
“Mom?”, Rachael calls out to the figure in the dark and a familiar face appears. “Hey, baby girl” Mrs McQueen says to a 12year old Rachael. “Are you trying out a costume for Halloween?” Rachael asks as she moves her flowing long hair from her face and Mrs McQueen smiles. She wears a tight jacket with metal shoulder guard and a pair of black boots. Her jeans carry a sheathed dagger around her waist and there is something on her shoulder. It’s black and a bit dry. Rachael spots the same substance on her mother’s hand. “Are you and dad doing something weird because you look weird?”, “What do you mean by your dad and I doing something weird?”, Mrs McQueen asks. “You know, sex stuff” “Whoa, little miss” Mrs McQueen exclaims, “You should stop hanging with the wrong crowd,” she says.“That would be you and dad,” Rachael says and Mrs McQueen laughs. “Let me go and clean myself up”, Mrs McQueen starts to walk towards her and her husband’s bedroom but Rachael follows behind like a pesky i
Gabriel, Samuel and John look at the dead vampires before their feet and smile feeling satisfied with their handiwork. They are odourless bearing a smell of nonexistence. “Let’s get out of here,” Gabriel says, Samuel adjusts his sleeves and John holds his jacket against his lap still covering Nightmare. John just witnessed the ferocity of the twins as he fought alongside them on enemy grounds, he thanked his stars for being on their side but it also reminds him about Dracula and sees how similar they are to their father. Will they be able to kill their father? The trio does not go far before bullets come flying toward them, John dives behind the twins while they standstill as the bullets hit them but inflicts no damage on their bodies. Gabriel looks at his jacket, now designed with bullet holes and gets angry. “This is expensive,” “Wolves” Samuel sniffs into the air and detects their scent. The culprits come with arms, “Are you sure these are wolves because those are guns that ca
Mary McQueen pulls over in her driveway in Greenvale, New York. It is night time and she has just come back from a job; a hunting job. She has been a hunter for as long as she can remember and she can’t seem to get the thrill out of her system. She left her husband, Frank McQueen, at home with their daughter. The two always seem close and sometimes she gets jealous even though she loves them with all her heart. She has always been grateful to have an understanding husband who never ran away even when he first encountered the world of the supernatural, courtesy of Mary, he still stayed by her side. He made her see a world beyond the horrors of the supernatural. She smiles at the thought of her husband and her daughter always pissing her off as she looks at the door and sighs. “I hope they are both asleep”, her hands are covered in blood and it’s not something she would want her daughter to see. If it was Halloween, she could easily lie about the blood but it isn’t. She opens t
Rachael wakes up as the first rays of sunlight penetrate the window and hits her face, her eyes flutter as she uses her hands to block sunlight from hitting her face. She yawns as she turns to adjust but jerks as she notices the crowd around the car. What is going on? There are half-naked men and women around the car staring at her and she wriggles at the backseat in fear and confusion. Where is Cassandra? She searches her pocket for her phone then remembers that it was missing when she woke up in Dracula’s lair. She hears a growl behind the crowd making them disperse and she tries to take a look. Cassandra comes out of the crowd and stands between them and the car, “Keep walking,” she says and they move aside. “Unlock the car,” she says to Rachael who is in the car. Rachael unlocks the car and Cassandra opens the door, “Come on, let’s get you something to eat”. Cassandra enters the front seat and Rachael joins her, “What is going on?” Rachael asks, “They are just wondering w
A stone does not live but it still exists; a vampire’s heart does not beat but it still aches. This is the case for John, the memories he has shared over the years with Mary McQueen will always remain with him and the sight of Dracula killing her will always haunt him. The monster took his family and now his friend. He knew Mary McQueen when she was still Mary Tremblay. The Tremblay family was one he was familiar with since he knew their ancestors from Québec, Canada. A hunter family, he always worked with a selected few of the family members secretly. And in recent years Mary was his favorite but she was more than a hunter to him, she was a true friend. He is going to pick up Rachael with the twins but who is going to tell her about her mother, he wonders. 1475. “The Turks think I’m not loyal to them. I just sent them the tributes and they dare doubt my loyalty,” Vlad says in anger as he paces around in his royal chambers. “They do not know how great you are my love,” his wif
The room is bright as fluorescent light illuminates its walls bringing out the beauty of the colorful pictures on them. All the art in this room carries a representation of a hidden history understood only by the enlightened mind. This mini-gallery is home to paintings such as The Expulsion from The Garden of Eden, The picture of Archangel Michael standing above Fallen Angels by Luca Giordano, Bruegel and His Fallen Angels, The Chalice and so many others. Though their authenticity is something that only an expert can tell. Although these pieces of art are well recognized in the world the only artwork Count Dracula adorns like a deity is the picture of a beautiful maiden, her gold hair reflects the light of the room like little diamonds were mixed into the artwork. This art is no ordinary art to this man, it is worth more than all the holy artwork in this world; this painting takes Dracula back through his memories of happier days and it gives him hope that one day those happy day
Rebersburg, Pennsylvania. In a small town in Centre County, a black mustang parks in front of a big black gate where a camera is at the top of the fence on the left side of the gate. Steven comes out of the car and waves at the camera but no one answers, “I’m here for Mary,” he says and the gate opens. He enters his car and drives in. The Tremblays look like a wealthy family since their land is big compared to most of the houses in the region. Their lawn which is hidden behind a lovely drive-in garden covers up to 12metres of land just before the main building. A mansion in a town like this? Something many will find strange, how did the Tremblays make their wealth? Even that was a mystery to those outside their circle. Philip admires the beautiful lawn as they step out of the Mustang; he looks around as he turns 360 degrees like a child playing under the rain. “I wonder why she left all this to live such a life,” Philip says, “It doesn’t matter. She was happy the way she was even