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
A human-size capsule is at the center of the room with different wires connected to it. There is someone inside, floating in the liquid content of the capsule. The scientists in the room run about attending to different devices, they answer to the bald old man wearing a lab coat, his white beard looks messy as he observes through a pair of glasses. He gives out orders to his subordinates and he laughs as his project comes to a successful end but there is one happier than he is as this project comes to an end. He stands behind the old scientist who is unaware of his presence, the lights of the room reflect against his black silky hair and his dark eyes hold a hint of happiness in them. This tall man places his hands on the shoulders of this old scientist, “Professor, the smile on your face tells me I am about to hear good news” Dracula says and the smile on the professor’s face vanishes like the wind.“Sir,” he turns around to face his employer, “Yes, the project is successful and
Evening falls and Rachael is up and energized though she is clueless about what to do with so much energy so she decides to do what she does best in the club, work. She enters her office and smiles, nothing is out of place. Everything is where it is supposed to be; she turns on the system and begins to check the Club’s invoice and transaction records. She picks up a telephone and punches in some numbers, “Bryan, send the recent entries in the bar’s invoice” she says before she drops the phone. She tries to focus on the work at hand but it is quite difficult as her mind deviates from work to recent events. She wants to kill Count Dracula but that isn’t going to be easy, it’s not something you just wake up one day and have the ability to do. You have to be both mentally and physically prepared for it, mentally she is motivated, he killed her mother after all but physically she may not be up to the task. Gabriel and Samuel are immortals with centuries of experience and yet in all th
“Gretchen,” he calls her name with disgust. They remove their hoodies to reveal their almost identical faces as they leave the edge of the roof. Gretchen is about 6’3ft tall, she has a slender body and she walks majestically. She has straight long black hair and pale white skin and her blue eyes stare down at Rachael. “How the mighty have fallen. Now you date humans? I’m disappointed”, “What do you want, wench?” “Where is Samuel?”, Gretchen’s companion and sister ask. “Not around but I can tell you he will be glad to miss this,” Gabriel says and the girl snarls at him, “Calm down Emily,” Gretchen says. Emily is about 5’12ft tall, she has much more flesh than her twin, Gretchen, her eyes hold a menacing look and her pale skin makes her look even scarier. She has short black hair and attractive curves, any man would want a woman with her body but not the face she has now, the face of a ferocious vixen. “Rachael, get out of here” Gabriel says, “If you move I will kill you, human” Gr
John steps out of his bathroom with a white towel around his waist, his phone lights up as a notification comes up and he picks it up. It is a message from his boss at Peoples’ United Bank; not surprising since the vampire has been missing work recently. I will just hypnotize him as usual. He walks to his wardrobe at the corner of the room.He searches through his neatly arranged clothes on the rack.John’s ears pick up on a thud in the background; he drops his phone on the table and tries to grasp the presence of the new entity in the room. “Cassandra? Cassandra, are you in here?”, he calls out as he smells red oak and Eau de cologne in the air. A smile dawns on his face like the first light of day. He swiftly turns around and catches Cassandra’s hands, “So you think you are fast, huh?” Cassandra asks her boyfriend, “Well, you are the one who was caught so yes” John says with a smug face. John draws her closer to himself, he wraps his hands around her waist and he stares into h
Cassandra cuddles up into John’s arms, his body has no warmth since he is an undead but it matters not. She is warm enough for both of them. She gets out of the bed and finds a shirt in John’s closet. She looks at her man sleeping and goes to give him a peck. His cheek is as hard as a brick. She goes to the kitchen to fix herself a glass of water. She drinks the water halfway and stops, she notices something wrong. Something feels off about John’s apartment tonight, so she sniffs into the air as she tries to get the scent of any strange presence. She drops the glass on the counter and bends down to hide behind the kitchen table. Something strange is here, but she has to be sure. She takes a deep breath and exhales; she concentrates so her sharp ears can pick up on any footstep around the house. There is one. No, several footsteps around the house and she knows for a fact that none of John’s neighbors would be coming to the house by this time of the night. The only reasonab
87th Street, Roosevelt. Warren parks on the side of the road, close to an abandoned building, “This is the place,” he says, trying his best to hold in his anger for the smashed window. Marcel rubs his hand against his hair, “You are quite the suspicious man, aren’t you?”, Marcel’s blue eyes assess the young man like a jaguar stalking its prey. “Who are you?” Warrens asks, “Shut up. We aren’t here for chit-chat” Gabriel says, sounding like the guardian of two troublesome kids. They step out of the black Honda civic and walk towards the building. The streets are dark and void of any living creature. A cold breeze blows briefly, kissing behind Gabriel’s ears like a lover while his mind is focused on the annihilation of the Assassin sisters. Gabriel hears no heartbeat, no footsteps but he perceives the smell of blood and the rotten smell of carcass creating a vivid atmosphere of death. They enter the building, “What is that fucking smell?” Warren complains as he raises a hand over
5 Years Ago. Samuel walks around a park to dodge the company of John and Elma, not because he finds them troublesome but so they would not interfere with his plan. The human fool Gabriel has taken under his wing will turn out to be a useful piece. Somehow he has gained Count Dracula’s trust but Samuel does not trust him. To be able to gain Dracula’s trust is not something any human can just do. Besides, if immortality is what Frank McQueen wants then Dracula is better equipped for that. So, why Gabriel? Why does Frank McQueen want Gabriel to grant him immortality? Since he has found Dracula, why doesn’t he give them his location? Even the vampires that secretly work for Dracula do not know his location but Frank found it. He even found them. Samuel doesn’t trust Frank McQueen and he does not believe he is out to help the twins. Gabriel and John seem to believe the human but not Samuel. He has his plans to snuff out Count Dracula but Frank McQueen will have to be bait. His