CHAPTER 5: DEATH’S REQUIM
Five years later…….
“Mămica Mi-e foame!” cried out Draco in starvation having not eaten in half a week. “Mă prea mămica,” agreed Drakan in equal starvation battleing that of his brothers.
“Leneşbăieţei,” Voica taunts playfully at the young vamplings for their idiotic pestering.
“But we are hungry!” they exclaimed again in English.
“Then eat if thou art so hungry.” Voica retorted.
“We have no food to eat, feed us,” the babes begged.
“Then hunt for it, and quench that ravenous demon of a thirst thou both have. Thou Vampires aren’t thy little brats?” torted Voica at the vamplings.
“Roba veni aici” Voica called to a young maid of an occult origin now a mind slave to the family.
The maid was assigned to be a nurse maid for the babies. She walks into the room, dressed in black fishnet stockings torn in multiple places, long waist long blood red hair seemingly fluttering at her waist, two inches above the seams of her black frilly dress. With white frills at the seams the dress mostly black seamed as a whore’s outfit, the waist constricted in black lace. The bust of the fair maid pushed up by the tight corset around her bosom defining the curves of her perfect body and exposing the top of her breasts and pushing them together so much that if she were to bend over she would unintentionally expose herself, causing the room to coo in joy of the sudden exposure of indecency.
“Take these demoni out to feed to the town,” orders Voica to the wench.
The maid then takes the young vamplings out of the castle into the dark landscape that is Wallachia, Romania the frosted peaks of the Carpathians twinkle in the faint light provided by the full moon out above their heads, the cold wind hit them to the face as a wave of ice . They advanced forward toward the city, but since the maid is but a mere mortal slave she cannot fly so they were forced to walk.
On their walk the nursemaid removed a black Damascus dagger with a white edge from her chastity belt. She takes the weapon brings it to the soft flesh of her palm and begins to carve a goat headed pentagram into its flesh. After carving the subliminal mark she started carving in symbols of satanic origins, t’was clear now, the wench was performing a satanic ritual.
As they reach the entrance to the town the beautiful maid now seemed even more attractive to all that sees her, enticing all who see her to make love with her.
“Prea Satana, Belzebut, Azazel, Astaroth, Burfomet Jur sufletul meu la tine pentru darul de noapte,” the maid chants as the laceration she self inflicted disappear from site.
“Time to feed, young ones or thou food shall run away into the night,” the satanistic maid taunts.
“Căţea în cazul în care este alimente dracului,” the boys respond bluntly to the maid.
The maid then knocks on the nearest house door and waits for a response from the owner. Moments later a mid-aged man yells through the door.
“Be thou mortal or be thou devil’s concubine?” questions the mid-aged man.
“I be a mortal now open thine door,” cried the maid.
“And if I shan’t?”
“In the name of Prince Vlad open thou door, his grand children are in need of food. Bid us entrance, or face the penalty of death for treason.”
At that the mid aged man opened his worn down shack of a house, at the moment he laid his eyes upon the maid he cursed heavily and slammed the door shut before anyone could do anything.
“Ticalosul murdare,” the maid swore aloud as she starts chanting a blast spell.
The door crashes in seconds before she finishes the spell. At the end of the spell the maid falls to the ground in agony as the children held her.
“Remove the silver thou art wearing, tis burning me and reducing my powers,” the maid pleads to the young ones.
“And if we shan’t?”
“Then thou shall not feast upon the blood of man tonight, but of animal of rabid rancid origins, they ye shall puke up the putrid liquid of dead blood and be bed ridden for many a day. Till eventually thine inside will dissolve into mush and ye shall die.”
At that moment a citizen of Wallachia came running down the cold stone road, with eyes of fear he ran continuously.
The man, a giant of a man stood tall, blonde hair of shoulder length, extremely muscular with a perfect figure, with eyes as blue as the sky and skin fairest in all the land.
The eye of death t’was upon him, ever running in infinite fear he continued on, spotting the group containing a beautiful maid and to little kids he approached quietly.
“Good day fair lady, dosth thou need any help?” the clueless citizen asks.
“Yes, in fact we thou in need of assistance, could thou lead us to Castle Dracul?”
“Castle Dracul? Ye have business with the prince?”
“Why else should we need go?”
“I shall lead thou then,”
The painful journey continued for nearly 3 hours, during which Drakan starts to experience hunger pains from his lack of substance within his digestive track. Shortly afterwards the same identical thing happens to Draco, tis a harbinger of hunger.
“Sclavă, My stomach tis screaming like razors on flesh, I need to feed now,” complains a starving Drakan.
“Ye time to feed shall be imminent, have patience little one ye shall eat at thine castle, until then ensue with thou hunger.”
“Târfă I hunger as well,” states Draco.
“Patience is key to thou goals, without it time would be useless, it is by itself.
Through the remainder time spent journeying through the vast multiple roads; the group came upon many a gathering of rodent sized mammals that would pose barely a snack for the young vampires. Atlas the travelers reach the base of the Carpathian Appalachians. They came upon a herd of goat-like animals’ ranging from two to three feet in length, slightly curled horns of the size of one’s pinky finger. They have a fur coat of rich chocolate brown, a white face with black stripes littering below their eyes; a snow white back with black dorsal strips.
“Uite curva, sa o capra neagr, can we eat it?” ask the young ones in unison.
“Go ahead, thou ignorant youth deserves a snack, even if thou dinner is less than half an hour from now,” taunted the witch, now incisively flirting with the clueless and confused traveler.
Shadows blind the earth as it is covered and hidden by the pitch black glittering quilt of the midnight sky, daring the sun to peak through the deathly shade, the hissing of the cooling wind on the hot lands is deafening to the ears. Twas decided, the young vampires shall feed upon on the flesh of the chamois, and their blood shall be spilled upon the cold cruel earth.
“On the count of three we shall take to the sky, unu… doi… trei…” as they reached the third numeral they took off into the sky under the cloak of shadows to hide them from their prey
The animals see only the sparkling gems above reflected in the trickling streams as they drink. Suddenly two of the stars disappear quicker than the eye can see and the clutches of the vampires at their tender throat. The vampires drink to the toast of death, the victor.
The struggle to survive vs. the struggle to feast makes up the dance of death. The moaning and crying is the song of consumption. The feeding and the pleasure are the symphonic notes of satisfaction. Death has caused the herd to suffer mass and multiple losses from the bloodthirsty vampiric slaughter.
“Art thou done playing yet? If thou art we must hurry to thine abode,” cackled the Witch in mid flirt.
The remainder of the journey was dull and uninteresting, then finally after an hour and a half of walking, they reached Castle Dracul.
“At last, young maid, we have reached our designation, now shall thou entrust me with thine reason for seeking the prince? Or my it be none of my concern?” questions the man aloud
“It is your business and it involves thou intellect and physical fitness, if thou will accompany me into thither castle?”
“Twill be my pleasure, lady,”
As soon as they enter the castle Vlad enters as if he were planning their entrance at that exact same time.
“Welcome to my humble abode stranger, or should I say brother? After all of these years and finally thou show thine ugly Islam traitor’s face inflicting my family with thou putrid features Radu?”
“I come to make peace, I want my brother back , but I’ll need his help to achieve this goal of honesty, by trusting his brother,” spoke Radu
“I have no brother, he died when we were kidnapped as kids, anything remaining of him is just a brainwashed buffoon, who knows nothing of his fallen family and of their murderers,” announced Vlad
At that Radu notices the family crest hanging around Draco’s neck on metal chain.
“See this crest?” Radu starts as he reaches for the family crest.
“No!” Vlad Shouts in disarray.
Draco pushes Radu’s hand away with his left hand but misses, unintentionally revealing the wolf head pentagram upon his palm. Radu notices it a moment to late as soon as he pulled the crest off of Draco’s neck Draco started to scream in agonizing pain as if razors were lacerating his flesh inch by inch, millimeter by millimeter, fur starts to spout out over all of his body, his nails elongate to six inch talons black in color. Draco falls to the ground and goes into a stress resulted seizure. Suddenly his body stiffened, his eyes literally turned red with bloodlust, he started to transform into some sort of demented creature that had the appearance of a werewolf, just more deadly and human like. Its skin was as pale as the moon, but as dark as the eternal void. Its face was perfectly proportioned, then came its other freakish features, like its teeth. It was not like any other species discovered. It had four extremely sharp teeth, two of which were hyper elongated, the rest of its teeth were canine-like teeth, sharp enough to rip flesh from bone.
“What hast thou done? Now we shall all die you imbecile!” Vlad shouts as Draco charges with the intent to kill.
“Mămica Mi-e foame!” cried out Draco in starvation having not eaten in half a week. “Mă prea mămica,” agreed Drakan in equal starvation battleing that of his brothers.
“Leneşbăieţei,” Voica taunts playfully at the young vamplings for their idiotic pestering.
“But we are hungry!” they exclaimed again in English.
“Then eat if thou art so hungry.” Voica retorted.
“We have no food to eat, feed us,” the babes begged.
“Then hunt for it, and quench that ravenous demon of a thirst thou both have. Thou Vampires aren’t thy little brats?” torted Voica at the vamplings.
“Roba veni aici” Voica called to a young maid of an occult origin now a mind slave to the family.
The maid was assigned to be a nurse maid for the babies. She walks into the room, dressed in black fishnet stockings torn in multiple places, long waist long blood red hair seemingly fluttering at her waist, two inches above the seams of her black frilly dress. With white frills at the seams the dress mostly black seamed as a whore’s outfit, the waist constricted in black lace. The bust of the fair maid pushed up by the tight corset around her bosom defining the curves of her perfect body and exposing the top of her breasts and pushing them together so much that if she were to bend over she would unintentionally expose herself, causing the room to coo in joy of the sudden exposure of indecency.
“Take these demoni out to feed to the town,” orders Voica to the wench.
The maid then takes the young vamplings out of the castle into the dark landscape that is Wallachia, Romania the frosted peaks of the Carpathians twinkle in the faint light provided by the full moon out above their heads, the cold wind hit them to the face as a wave of ice . They advanced forward toward the city, but since the maid is but a mere mortal slave she cannot fly so they were forced to walk.
On their walk the nursemaid removed a black Damascus dagger with a white edge from her chastity belt. She takes the weapon brings it to the soft flesh of her palm and begins to carve a goat headed pentagram into its flesh. After carving the subliminal mark she started carving in symbols of satanic origins, t’was clear now, the wench was performing a satanic ritual.
As they reach the entrance to the town the beautiful maid now seemed even more attractive to all that sees her, enticing all who see her to make love with her.
“Prea Satana, Belzebut, Azazel, Astaroth, Burfomet Jur sufletul meu la tine pentru darul de noapte,” the maid chants as the laceration she self inflicted disappear from site.
“Time to feed, young ones or thou food shall run away into the night,” the satanistic maid taunts.
“Căţea în cazul în care este alimente dracului,” the boys respond bluntly to the maid.
The maid then knocks on the nearest house door and waits for a response from the owner. Moments later a mid-aged man yells through the door.
“Be thou mortal or be thou devil’s concubine?” questions the mid-aged man.
“I be a mortal now open thine door,” cried the maid.
“And if I shan’t?”
“In the name of Prince Vlad open thou door, his grand children are in need of food. Bid us entrance, or face the penalty of death for treason.”
At that the mid aged man opened his worn down shack of a house, at the moment he laid his eyes upon the maid he cursed heavily and slammed the door shut before anyone could do anything.
“Ticalosul murdare,” the maid swore aloud as she starts chanting a blast spell.
The door crashes in seconds before she finishes the spell. At the end of the spell the maid falls to the ground in agony as the children held her.
“Remove the silver thou art wearing, tis burning me and reducing my powers,” the maid pleads to the young ones.
“And if we shan’t?”
“Then thou shall not feast upon the blood of man tonight, but of animal of rabid rancid origins, they ye shall puke up the putrid liquid of dead blood and be bed ridden for many a day. Till eventually thine inside will dissolve into mush and ye shall die.”
At that moment a citizen of Wallachia came running down the cold stone road, with eyes of fear he ran continuously.
The man, a giant of a man stood tall, blonde hair of shoulder length, extremely muscular with a perfect figure, with eyes as blue as the sky and skin fairest in all the land.
The eye of death t’was upon him, ever running in infinite fear he continued on, spotting the group containing a beautiful maid and to little kids he approached quietly.
“Good day fair lady, dosth thou need any help?” the clueless citizen asks.
“Yes, in fact we thou in need of assistance, could thou lead us to Castle Dracul?”
“Castle Dracul? Ye have business with the prince?”
“Why else should we need go?”
“I shall lead thou then,”
The painful journey continued for nearly 3 hours, during which Drakan starts to experience hunger pains from his lack of substance within his digestive track. Shortly afterwards the same identical thing happens to Draco, tis a harbinger of hunger.
“Sclavă, My stomach tis screaming like razors on flesh, I need to feed now,” complains a starving Drakan.
“Ye time to feed shall be imminent, have patience little one ye shall eat at thine castle, until then ensue with thou hunger.”
“Târfă I hunger as well,” states Draco.
“Patience is key to thou goals, without it time would be useless, it is by itself.
Through the remainder time spent journeying through the vast multiple roads; the group came upon many a gathering of rodent sized mammals that would pose barely a snack for the young vampires. Atlas the travelers reach the base of the Carpathian Appalachians. They came upon a herd of goat-like animals’ ranging from two to three feet in length, slightly curled horns of the size of one’s pinky finger. They have a fur coat of rich chocolate brown, a white face with black stripes littering below their eyes; a snow white back with black dorsal strips.
“Uite curva, sa o capra neagr, can we eat it?” ask the young ones in unison.
“Go ahead, thou ignorant youth deserves a snack, even if thou dinner is less than half an hour from now,” taunted the witch, now incisively flirting with the clueless and confused traveler.
Shadows blind the earth as it is covered and hidden by the pitch black glittering quilt of the midnight sky, daring the sun to peak through the deathly shade, the hissing of the cooling wind on the hot lands is deafening to the ears. Twas decided, the young vampires shall feed upon on the flesh of the chamois, and their blood shall be spilled upon the cold cruel earth.
“On the count of three we shall take to the sky, unu… doi… trei…” as they reached the third numeral they took off into the sky under the cloak of shadows to hide them from their prey
The animals see only the sparkling gems above reflected in the trickling streams as they drink. Suddenly two of the stars disappear quicker than the eye can see and the clutches of the vampires at their tender throat. The vampires drink to the toast of death, the victor.
The struggle to survive vs. the struggle to feast makes up the dance of death. The moaning and crying is the song of consumption. The feeding and the pleasure are the symphonic notes of satisfaction. Death has caused the herd to suffer mass and multiple losses from the bloodthirsty vampiric slaughter.
“Art thou done playing yet? If thou art we must hurry to thine abode,” cackled the Witch in mid flirt.
The remainder of the journey was dull and uninteresting, then finally after an hour and a half of walking, they reached Castle Dracul.
“At last, young maid, we have reached our designation, now shall thou entrust me with thine reason for seeking the prince? Or my it be none of my concern?” questions the man aloud
“It is your business and it involves thou intellect and physical fitness, if thou will accompany me into thither castle?”
“Twill be my pleasure, lady,”
As soon as they enter the castle Vlad enters as if he were planning their entrance at that exact same time.
“Welcome to my humble abode stranger, or should I say brother? After all of these years and finally thou show thine ugly Islam traitor’s face inflicting my family with thou putrid features Radu?”
“I come to make peace, I want my brother back , but I’ll need his help to achieve this goal of honesty, by trusting his brother,” spoke Radu
“I have no brother, he died when we were kidnapped as kids, anything remaining of him is just a brainwashed buffoon, who knows nothing of his fallen family and of their murderers,” announced Vlad
At that Radu notices the family crest hanging around Draco’s neck on metal chain.
“See this crest?” Radu starts as he reaches for the family crest.
“No!” Vlad Shouts in disarray.
Draco pushes Radu’s hand away with his left hand but misses, unintentionally revealing the wolf head pentagram upon his palm. Radu notices it a moment to late as soon as he pulled the crest off of Draco’s neck Draco started to scream in agonizing pain as if razors were lacerating his flesh inch by inch, millimeter by millimeter, fur starts to spout out over all of his body, his nails elongate to six inch talons black in color. Draco falls to the ground and goes into a stress resulted seizure. Suddenly his body stiffened, his eyes literally turned red with bloodlust, he started to transform into some sort of demented creature that had the appearance of a werewolf, just more deadly and human like. Its skin was as pale as the moon, but as dark as the eternal void. Its face was perfectly proportioned, then came its other freakish features, like its teeth. It was not like any other species discovered. It had four extremely sharp teeth, two of which were hyper elongated, the rest of its teeth were canine-like teeth, sharp enough to rip flesh from bone.
“What hast thou done? Now we shall all die you imbecile!” Vlad shouts as Draco charges with the intent to kill.
