Long before Bram Stoker wove his tale of Dracula for the world to read as fiction, there existed a true creature of the night who went by just such a name. Did Mr. Stoker know this? I question if he might have, since much of what he wrote reads with remarkable accuracy.
If Mr. Stoker’s intention was to write a biography of an unbelievable being under the guise of fiction he did a decent job but missed a great portion of significance. To withhold such information from the unsuspecting masses -to believe or not believe as their conscience allows- is a wrong I don’t want attributed to me.
The story I’m about to share with you is a recount of true experiences of which I was a major player. It’s a tale of loving and finding love. It tells of family legacy and solidarity. It speaks of friendship, loyalty, bravery, compassion, and I’m sorry to say… horror. Because of this, I would like to point out that this story is not for the weak of stomach or faint of heart.
You’d expect to find a story like this in the fiction aisle of your brick and mortar bookstore instead of the non-fiction section where it truly belongs, and that’s okay with me. In fact, I prefer it. It makes it easier to tell a story that I find unbelievable even though I lived through it when it’s formatted and touted as fictitious. I feel free sharing the details under the guise of make believe.
There were times that I was not in the company of all who were involved, yet their experiences played a role in the story and should still be shared. In these cases, I will do my best to keep the story flowing by telling how it happened to the best of my knowledge while weaving myself into the story at the appropriate times when I personally experienced or witnessed it.
My name is Dan Tugur. I’m a vampire slayer and this is my story.
So, I begin…
You could hear a pin drop in the dojo as I listened intently while Shen, addressed the class. The students sat in neatly defined rows while giving him their utmost attention. I smiled as I recalled the first time we met, ten years earlier.It was early evening. I was seventeen and feeling my need for independence. I’d just had an argument with my parents about this very fact. I was in my final days of high school and my parents wanted me to focus on college -while I wanted time to discover who I was and what I truly wanted in life. I felt restless. It was time to strike out on my own -at least for the summer- and discover new people, places, and things while my parents thought I should be focusing on selecting a college and a career goal.The fact of the matter was that I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. I’d worked part-time over the years at the local gym to pay for my lessons in martial arts after my father became disabled and the
I entered the neighborhood diner and eased myself onto the stool at the counter. The waitress, Lucy, smiled and nodded in my direction and I gave a slight wave. She poured a cup of coffee and silently slipped it in front of me while she examined my face more closely.“That looks like it might hurt, honey,” she said as she cupped my chin in her hand and studied the bruises on my jaw and temple.“I’m alright,” I assured her. “Some ice might help.”“Good idea,” she replied.Shen arrived in time to witness the exchange between Lucy and me. Since the day we’d, he’d marveled over how women were drawn to me. I can’t tell you why they are, exactly. I guess the fact that I am considered handsome was a major factor, but he declared it to be more than that. He said it’s as if I held some magic spell over the female species. I need only enter a room and they were at my mercy. Unfortun
Jessica eased her slender body from the driver’s side of her silver BMW convertible. Her pale skin was in stark contrast to the thick ebony waves cascading over her shoulders. She struggled to balance the bulging bags of groceries in her arms as she carefully picked her way up the stairs and then down the hall of our apartment building. I’d repeatedly asked her why she insisted on loading her arms instead of making multiple trips. She couldn’t really explain her reasoning. It wasn’t as if she was a lazy woman. It was more the way she was raised. Her mother was a stickler about doing things in the quickest time possible. One trip was obviously faster than two.I heard her struggling with the key and briskly pulled the door opened before disappearing and leaving her to enter and shut it with her foot. She didn’t take offense. She knew this was the time of day I dedicated to training in my makeshift in-home gym.Bags toppled over as she
I hopped out of a cab while Shen and a group of Chinese men stood huddled together watching me. Their faces looked solemn. I approached the group with a nod and shook hands with each man as Shen made the introductions to the few I didn’t know.We entered Wong’s Chinese Palace and walked through the crowded dining room and into a larger room that contained a conference table with chairs around it. I lagged behind and watched the men take their seats with swift silence. Shen motioned for me to join them as the group spoke in their native language. Although I was studying Mandarin, I was still weak at it and they were speaking far too rapidly for me to follow the conversation. My buddy did his best to keep up with the flow of the conversation, while translating the important aspects of it for me.“There have been rumors about forced slavery and prostitution for months, but no one has been able to prove it,” he explained. “There is a hou
It was late in the night when the train pulled into the Poughkeepsie station. The train would go no further. This was the end of the line. I admired how the old and well used building managed to retain its turn of the century ambience.Shen and I had spent the past one and one-half hours huddled in thought amongst the mass of commuters who were now getting off the train and heading toward their cars with brief cases in hand.The multicolored leaves fell gently in the cool evening breeze as we stepped off the train. I pulled the hood of my jacket up while Shen adjusted the wool cap on his head as we scurried to a row of cabs. We were anxious to secure one before they were all scooped up by passengers who were eager to reach their destination. It was early evening and we didn’t know the city well. Walking to our destination wasn’t something either of us wanted to do.The cab driver looked hungry and haggard as he asked us where we wanted to go. S
Shen strolled out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and another draped over his freshly washed hair. His body had relaxed enough to allow him to eat a little before he’ d hopped into the shower and, although still very worried about Dao-Ming, his good humor had returned and he was starting to behave a little more like himself. I watched him scrub the moisture from his wet head as he stood next to the television trying to decipher what I was stretched out on the bed watching. Just as he asked the name of the show, my cell phone rang.I winced when Jessica’s telephone number came up on the caller ID. She was extremely argumentative when I told her I was going on this rescue mission with Shen. Our parting was strained; especially since I didn’t feel I could tell her the entire story, such as the fact that Shen thought the captors could be vampires. She’ d have called us both crazy and demanded that I stay home.Jessica was an aspi
The red eye passenger count was light so our flight to Las Vegas was fairly comfortable. I took advantage of the extra space and stretched my long legs into the seat next to me. Taking advantage of some downtime in a safe environment, I slept through most of the five hours that we were in flight.Shen sat in the row behind me and took light catnaps throughout the journey. He was too focused on finding Dao-Ming to relax enough to reach the level of deep sleep I’d settled into. Even so, the ability to relax his body and not have to look over his shoulder was a welcomed thing. His thoughts wandered back to his childhood when he and Dao-Ming would talk about their life plans and how they’d intertwine them together. He jerked back to the present when the lights of Las Vegas twinkled in the distance, sitting up straight as I watched them grow larger and larger. When the pilot asked that everyone fasten our seat belts he gently shook my shoulder and urged me awake.
The air was thick with excitement. We managed to secure seats that provided not only a great view of the UFC match, but a clear, panoramic view of the crowd.The star of the evening passed close by me on his way to the ring. I was thrilled when his eyes met mine and he gave me a curt smile and a nod.I reveled in the excitement of the roaring crowd when the fighter entered ringside. I was a huge fan of the UFC and although I held our true mission firmly in my mind I saw no harm in enjoying the match while we were there.Guilt swept over me as I stole a glance at Shen’s tortured face searching the crowd. I would have joined in the search, but he’d provided only a vague description of what Stevenson looked like. So, I settled on enjoying the match while staying alert in case he suddenly needed me.Shen couldn’t take his mind off Dao-Ming long enough to appreciate the match. He was only vaguely aware of the roars from the fans as he searche
“... And may the good Lord be waiting as the gates of Heaven open wide to accept our dear sister. Amen.”The spindly priest’s voice blended with the gusts of wind and pelting rain. Water drizzled off the oversized canopy that was provided in anticipation of the storm to offer protection for the attendees. It was a futile effort at best. A small group of mourners gathered around the open grave. They bowed their heads in silence as Father Robert indicated he’d completed what he came to do by closing his bible and stepping back. His eyes bore into the crowd as if he was searching for something, but what?Although he’d never known Mei-Lien, he was a longtime friend of her uncle who entered his church asking for help after immigrating from China twenty years earlier. He knew there was a small population of Catholics in China, but he never dreamed one of them would find his way into his small congregation. Curious to learn more about the conditi
Tatyana wasted no time leading Bruce and me directly to the breeding quarters.Shen was watching for us out of the doorway of his room. The vampire was stronger than he’d anticipated. He was forced to utilize his knowledge of pressure points on the body to keep him in tow until help arrived. Spotting us making our way down the corridor as inconspicuously as possible, he swung open the door and motioned us in.“Man, am he glad to see you,” I said.I’d kept my voice just above a whisper, but never-the-less my enthusiasm was apparent.“No more than me, but, first things first,” Shen said as he pointed to the unconscious vampire tied up on the bed. “Kill him, please.”Bruce smiled as he pulled an arrow out of his carrying case and gripped it with a firm hand.“Happy to oblige,” he said. Then he turned to Tatyana with a look of concern. “You might not want to watch this, they go sl
Fane paced the floor of his father’s study. Everything was such a mess. He’d gone off to find a new location for their den and returned very pleased with himself. He’d located a perfect spot in the Adirondack Mountains of New York. His father would have been proud of him.Returning only hours after the slaughter of his father, siblings, and many prominent vampires, Fane retreated to the recesses of the den to recover from the shock and to think of what to do next. With his father gone, it was up to him to pull things together and squelch the panic running rampant amongst the few fortunate vampires who happen to have either not been invited or not been able to attend his father’s ball.Since he and everyone around him considered themselves invincible, the revelation that there was someone who had the power to kill them was traumatizing. He was sure more than ever that they needed to relocate as quickly as possible. Before they did so, he needed t
I followed Tatyana and Bruce through the alley door that led to the dungeon. I’d brought up the topic of the hairy beast that lived there when she mentioned this entrance. She identified it as a werewolf. Earlier, we would have laughed such a notion off, but now we huddled close together while staying prepared for action if we encountered it. Armed with only our crossbows and arrows, we hoped it would be enough. Crossbows worked on vampires, but what about werewolves?It took a moment for our eyes to adjust to the dimly lit dungeon. We crept along slowly, looking in all directions for the creature. We were almost to the bottom of the stairwell when he appeared out of nowhere. His enormous hairy hands yanked Bruce back, knocking him off balance and causing him to fall to his ass. Before we could register what was happening, the creature grabbed him by the throat and pulled him to his feet.To both Bruce’s and my surprise, it was Tatyana who reacted first. Wi
It was almost dusk before the valet pulled our SUV out of the parking garage and we piled in. Shen and I climbed in the back seat, leaving Tatyana to sit up front with Bruce. Even if Tatyana seemed oblivious, it was clear that Bruce was more than just a little smitten with her. It was a long time since I saw my cousin so taken by a female. It saddened me that they met under such dire circumstances, but then no one really knows when or if the right person will come along. So, dire circumstances or not, we fully intended to give my cousin the space he needed to get to know Tatyana a little better. This was another reason why I had decided to pair up with Shen.Tatyana felt a sense of security and comfort while in Bruce’s presence. She hadn’t felt such peace since before her father died, but it was more than that. She felt something else as well. There was a sort of tugging deep inside her abdomen whenever he’d come close and lightly brush against her. She wasn
The transformation to true vampirism was far easier for Osip than he’d anticipated. Dracula not only sympathized with his plight and agreed to allow him to stay with them, but he apologized for the abominable behavior of his bastard son. He took immediately measures to have Osip transformed into a respectable vampire.Dragomir volunteered to perform the task of transforming Osip and showing him the ways of a vampire. He did it partially because he took an immediately liking to the lad, but mostly because it gave him extreme satisfaction to undo the works of that bastard Wadim.Osip gave thanks to Dracul daily for his good fortune. Life in Dracula’s castle was such a pleasure. There was no butchering and consuming of human flesh performed there. The vampires, both male and female, carried themselves with an aristocratic air and wouldn’t dream of stooping to cannibalism. They considered themselves far above such barbaric actions. In fact, they rarely ki
To our relief, Tatyana gave us no difficulty in escorting her back to our room. She sat at the edge of the bed, calmly watching, and waiting. Bruce was awestruck by her pale skin and green eyes. They were a beautiful combination that were only accentuated by the burnt red hair that framed her face and cascaded down her back. He blushed when he caught himself staring.“I sense vampire around you, but you are not vampires,” Tatyana said as she closed her eyes and cocked her head to the side. “You do not work for Wadim...” She opened her eyes and looked directly at Bruce. “Who are you?”Bruce felt a wave of energy push from Tatyana and shove him in his chest.“I... I’m Bruce,” he stammered.I pulled a chair up close to her and sat down. After a brief moment of silent staring on both our parts, I questioned her softly.“You seemed frightened when you looked at that man in the restaurant,&rdquo
Mei-Lien’s body was placed in the care of a local funeral home and arrangements were made for her husband to receive her body in Queens. Las Vegas was a city filled with homeless people, so it wasn’t difficult to pass her death off as that of a starving and homeless woman. The police accepted the story willingly and didn’t bother to detain us.Shen sipped on a cup of strong tea while he waited for Bruce and me to return to our hotel suite. Although eager to be reunited with Dao-Ming, he couldn’t stop thinking about the innocents left behind after the vampire’s destruction. Would they know where to go and what to do? Many of them were held captive to breed or to serve for so long he questioned if they’d be able to find their way out of the den to rejoin society. Did they have any money? With Wadim no longer there to provide them with a fresh supply of food, would they kill each other when their food supply ran out? They’d become cannib
Evening came and the room slowly filled with vampires decked out in their best eighteenth century ballroom attire. The musicians tuned their instruments while servers walked around with trays of blood filled glasses for the guests.When they started the evening with a waltz, fabric swirled and jewels glittered while the men twirled the ladies around the dance floor. Several dances took place before Wadim made his grand entrance. The music stopped, giving his climb onto a small platform next to the musicians the dramatic entrance he thrived on.All eyes were on Wadim when he said, “Tonight is a very special night. Not only did we have an exceptional year in trade...” His attention went to a server walking by with a tray of blood filled glasses and the vampire who took a glass off the tray and drank from it greedily. “Ah, I see some of you have already begun to partake, very nice.” He was silent for a moment as he looked around the room with a dev