Dark Reign

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Dark Reign

Deep in the depths of the dark woods of Transylvania there is an even darker castle. Many have ventured to this place but none have returned. However, there is a legend that this castle belongs to a demon, a man who drinks the blood of the innocent in order to sustain his own life. He has been named Dracula though this is not his actual name, people use it to describe what it is they believe him to be.

It is also said that he has many slaves with-in his estate. Many people tell of hearing loud howls in the night and reports have come in that live stock from the nearby villages have been found in the morning torn to shreds by some kind of huge animal. There is a man by the name of Darrian who is on his way from New York to attempt a visit to the estate. He has managed to get a personal invitation via the count himself. This will hope to prove the peoples stories wrong and show them there is nothing to fear.

But after arriving things look bleak for young Darrian’s future and soon there after he is never heard from or seen again. The enslaved demons grow restless and the werewolves grow even more ferocious as their master keeps them imprisoned and refuses to let them leave. They have tried to rebel against the tyrant but his power is to great and within the last few months that have passed he has brought in new and very powerful vampires for some kind of meeting.

What will become of the slaves? What are the vampires planning? It’s for you to decide and us to find out. Enjoy my beginning story and I hope you all have fun finishing it.

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The caravan continues along the dirt road. Trees and brush slowly coming to view and disappearing behind the group. In pretense, they travel the world as gypsies, but come to know the true beings that inhabit the wagons would bring one certain death.
Within the walls of the middle caravan sits a woman. This day she wears a black veil that seems to cover her whole body. With her eyes closed, she looks as if she were napping. Alas she was in deep thought, meditating. Shielding the caravan from curious eyes and cloaking the scent from animals. Was a simple thing to do and she was taught this early on in her creation. 'Ah creation, such a beautiful thing. Mine was cursed quickly and I had yet to learn the pleasures of the world. I was but a child. A child.. flung from her home and destined to live within darkness.' Burying memories of long ago quickly she turns her attention back to the matter at hand.
Knowing the sun was settling for the night in the west, she opens her eyes and summons a companion. Soon his head sticks inside the carriage and she asks him without opening her eyes or moving. "Tell me dear.. How goes my children and their servants?" The boy smiled a silly grin and answered in reassurance, "M'lady. They hunger for fresh food and for an audience with their mother. As for the Servants. One is in need of medical attention. I fear that a childer over did his feasting. He pretty much drank the poor retch dry. As for the others, we have sent one of the men to fetch food in the village we have come near. As for the destination.. That be what the meeting with their mother be about.. I think the men are wary of this meeting."
Lilith nods and stands from where she sits. Sliding the veil off her body. Her raven hair, in a long braid hung below her waist and her white heart shaped face turns to the boy at the door. Silver eyes blinking as a smile slowly appears on her face. "They fear the destination? Tis nothing to worry about.. " The boy nodded and holds out his hand to help the woman from the carriage. Her victorian black gown, shuffles with her every move and soon childers gathered about her and sit patiently.
"Bring Samuel to us. Let us see his wounds. As well as Josiah." She looks at the caravans current position, a circle for protection purposes only. Then seeing the man with worldly goods arriving safely from his journey to the village, she lets him into the barrier. "M'lady they are here." She turns to the boy and smiles as he once again takes her hand and leads her to Samuel. Kneeling by his side, she cannot help but feel remorse for this being. He had been loyal to her since his thirteenth year and she knew it would be a waste to lose him. But he was resigning in life quickly. Bringing her lips close to his ears she asks, "Dear Samuel... Tell me what you wish." The man now close to 70 turns to her and gives her a weak smile, then shakes his head. "I wish to be with you forever, but alas... my end has come and I ask that it be you that takes my last breath." She nods as a tear slowly falls from her eyes. This seems to surprise Samuel. She wasn’t surprised by this. For it has been a long time since anyone has seen her cry. Bending down she kisses the man gently before sinking her silvery fangs gently into his lips. Drinking and sobbing, she felt his life slowly fade away. Upon breaking from the kiss, she remembers him the way he once was. Young and beautiful, not the old and retired body before her. "Goodbye Samuel.. I know we will never meet within the realms beyond this... for I am here always. But you stay within mine own heart."
She holds her hands and was quickly helped up by the boy once more. Turning to Josiah, she looks at him quietly. Her eyes watching him cower before her. He was new to the family and he seemed to drink and kill her most loyal of servants. "Thou wishes my death.. Wish you to take my powers." Josiah took a step back from her advancing one, but was held quickly between her two guards. "Michael, John, Fix this mistake for me.,“ She turns from them as a scream is heard then silenced. Shaking her head she addresses the childers still sitting. "My dears. I will soon depart from this caravan for a few days. Take good care for I wish all to be here when I return. Michael and John as well as Sir Jacob will watch over you all. They know of my orders and they will protect you all. I require no company to escort me. For I know the inhabitants of the castle. That be my destination.. and I want none of mine own harmed. Jacob will hold the barrier up for me and shield thee.. my childers.. my loves from harm."
They seemed happy with this and dispersed to do their daily duties. Some to bury Samuel and others to hunt. Lilith and Jacob return to the carriage to finish up preparations for her lone trip.

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"My Lord the beasts seem to be slightly aggravated, shall I check on them?" The lord of the remained silent momentarily as he looked to the moon outside the a huge 10 foot tall glass door that served as a window. His right hand moved upward gracefully and just as it reached his mid section and turned palm first towards the door the glass seemed to move on its own. Just before stepping out he spoke to his loyal servant. "There will be no need, set a place at the table in the mid west dinning hall we will be having a guest." His movements were fluid as he seemed to float across the floor outward onto the balcony. While over looking the dark lower premise he watched his feral pets run around they sensed the same presence their master did and were preparing for a war if need be.

"Yes my Lord." Jerod turned and took his leave after bowing to his master. He made way to the mid west dinning hall and prepared the table just as he was asked. He then ordered the cooks to prepare a slight feast. Though he knew not why his master wanted food prepared since he did not eat like a normal every day person would... like a human would.

"So the day has finally come that she felt the need to seek me out." He paused as looked to the moon once again. "Most interesting that she comes alone and leaves a group behind what feels like a protective barrier." The count turned lept off his balcony to the right as he ran vertically down the wall of his castle and landed with the weight of a feather on the ground below. Not an ounce of sweat had beaded nor had his breath hastened small bursts of energy output were nothing more than a calm stroll to one of his age and power.

As he strolled his grounds the mighty wolves began to swarm around him, each searching for some sort of affection. Though he was their master these beasts were not forced to stay they remained loyal to him because unlike some of the other masters he treated his wolves kindly almost like his own children. Instead of making himself a legion of vampire younglings he kept the company of werewolves. This kept him from having to clean up messes he did not feel like dealing with.

"Yes my friends she will be here soon and we shall greet her with humbled hearts." He chuckled at his own words. "But rest assured if she makes any wrong moves she makes her last stand here and now. I care not who she is or claims to be this is my home and I will not stand for insubordination in my own world." The wolves all let out a combined wale that was sure to send ones skin crawler and a shiver down their spine. It carried long and far and made the already darkened woods that much more scary.

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She remembers the last of all details and hugs the servants goodbye. She turns to the two eldest of the group, Michael and John. Though they play guards in the servants eyes, they were childers of Lilith. It was a slight joke and secret between the circle. Even though the servants knew better, they pretended the boys to be mere humans. Careful she was to whisper into their ears then with a look of warning they both look at each other and grimace. She knew they would hunt freely out of the circle after she left. Another danger her family didn’t need. That was perfectly fine with her, but a certain matter at hand must be done first.
As for her dear Jacob. He was second to her in her own eyes. Close to the semblance of Cain and yet with the heart of the Seraph named Michael. How she loved them. So different in style, stature and looks. Both had won her over in ways that she could not understand. Gently she touches the light bluish stone that resemble the colours of the sea and sighs. It hadn’t changed in colour for centuries and she missed the Seraph. Grateful she was for her own teacher, les none but her and the Heavenly being knew.
After her farewells had been done, she turns to Jacob with a warm smile. She knew he would follow, but told him that if he did she would die. Such a lie, but for his safety it was a necessity. Cradling his face between gloved hands, she gently kisses his forehead and whispers, "Be not afraid.. Thy meeting with Nosferat shan’t be long.. I shall be back before one realizes and misses me.." She turns from him, knowing the look he would give her. The look that would pierce her heart. Walking away she mutters to herself, “Lilith m’dear.. You’ve grown soft.”
Now at the edge of camp. Leaning down from the horse she had mounted she quickly whispers once more. "You know of how to get home... this long journey has taken many from the family and I wish that they return quickly home." They nod as she whispers, "After, they are on their way. Send Jacob to me. Bending down from the saddle they both quickly kiss her cheeks farewell.
Though her journey had been a long one. It had been a while since the summoning had happened and she was curious to know the reason of the meeting. Now clad in a thick Velveteen robe, riding attire and boots she gallops through the forest with her horse. A fine prize in any mans eye, such a beast would be sought after by the best trainers and owners of equine world.
Times had changed a few hours into the trip, she had grown tired and weary. She knew her family was on their way home. She knew the servants were scared for her, but in the end it was John and Michael who would calm their nerves. They had broken the barrier as she had instructed and did not hunt the outside world. After tomorrow Jacob would come looking for her. And that was all the time she needed to find out the reason for the meeting.
She slowed in pace, for she knew she was nearing the castles walls. Already she could see the walls emerging and towering over the trees. Once more, she cloaks her horse' scent from the wolves that she knew surrounded them. They seemed to watch her out of boredom and laziness. Turning to the sound of a yawn, she slightly smiles as she sees a wolf on its back resting and looking up to her through slit eyes. "How keen ones ears and eyes are. Doth thou know mine own thoughts as well?” She quietly asks the beast before continuing along her way, knowing their masters keen telepathic powers. Everything the wolves see, he sees.
Moments later, she stands at the entrance of the castle. Her horse now a nervous wreck and shaking from fright. Kissing the animal lightly, she coos and whispers softly into its ears. A light enchantment that calms ones nerves and numbs its thoughts. Turning to the opening of the castle, she patiently awaits. In a whisper she says this mostly to herself, “Nosferat… Why doth thou seek an audience with all the sires and Elders of the world… I have come as thou bid. Now I wish to know the meaning of it all”

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Silencing the wolves movements as he approached the gate the count smiled at the arrival of his new guest. The gates began to open on their own as four hanging lanterns burst with flame lighting the surrounding area. The counts stance was firm yet relaxed as his 6 foot figure cast a slightly immense shadow past his castle doors. His feet were housed in a pair of Congress Caiters, which were made out of black leather, they were crafted with a kidskin leather upper and featured side gussets with simple trim and a cap toe leather sole and they rose 1 inch above his ankle. His black dress pants matched his black long sleeve silk shirt. On top of his rare European shirt lay his fully extended Rifle Frock coat. The coat hung just above his ankles and had a few inner pockets sown into it. On the outside of the coat were two regular pockets just below the waist as well as two pockets one per each side of the chest.

The slightly large buttons down the left side of the coat which usually kept it fastened were on the right side of the coat. The count left his coat open revealing his inner shirt as well as a nicely done black four–in-hand necktie. In his right hand he held a black walking stick with a diamond tip as a handle. As he walked toward the woman he removed his black top hat with his left hand and bowed slightly while keeping his ice blue eyes fixed on her. “Welcome to my humble abode my dear. I have been expecting you.” His long brown and golden mixed hair fell around face as it seemed to bounce due to its slight curls at the tips. His young face was smooth, pale and shown brilliantly in the bask of the lanterns flames. “He stood straight and turned with his left hand pointing a friendly gesture to coaxed her inside.

“Please do come in let us not waste any further time I can tell you are a bit weary from your travels. Feel free to take sometime to gather yourself all will be revealed soon enough.” He turned towards the inner doors to his kingdom as the huge wooden doors closed behind him slowly allowing her more than enough time to enter and follow him. The cold stone walls echoed the footsteps of everyone including those of the horses hooves as they clicked along the stone walk way beneath their feet.

The wolves lurked around and sniffed the air to catch the sent of those who were new with in the castle walls. They would not harm a fly unless their master deemed it a need but they liked to ensure they could track who ever this was just in case. “Ah what do you think of my family? I see we have different tastes in what we like to keep as company.” He chuckled a bit as he made his way up a 200 step stairway which lead to his main sanctums doorway.

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Such majesty in design. The entrance was more impressive than first perceived. She gently tugs at the reins and leads her horse, as she in turn follows the host. Gallant he was as well as dignified. Her robes’ hood still concealed her being, protecting and shielding her from the harm the rays of light still left within the day might do to her. Alas there was only the cool beginning of evening and the sun had retired once again. Stopping once, she looks up to her surroundings. Seeing that she was indeed unexposed, she brushes the hood from her crown and pulls her long raven braid from the folds. She turns her silver eyes to the horse at her side and smiles at it as they continue along their way. Her pale heart shaped face turns from one wall to the other, studying the architecture and structures of the buildings within. Her left hand brushes at the loose strand of hair that fell and feathers her cheek, while her right held tight the reins. Still following the host, she is greeted by a man who takes hold of her horse‘ reins, assures her that he would be well taken cared of and leads him away to the stables. Having been asked a question, she glances up and nods. Mulling over this very question, she answers, “I believe all have their own idea and keep to their own kind of company. Pray one might travel the world with a family of mortals and immortals. The hunter and the hunted. Such was the way in the beginning. But alas we have those who live with wolves. Our company might be different, but alas they serve and are just as loyal as the other.” Her tiny boots echo the halls of the vast castle as she continues to follow the host. With her hands now freed, she quietly tugs at gloves fingers and slides them off her hands. For the time being the journey was finally at an end and she was glad that she could finally rest. Tugging at the ties of the robe, she loosens it and pulls it off. “If thou pardon mine own intrusion… If I might inquire..” She looks to the gloves and robe in hand as she follows then continues. “But alas.. Were there not others that have arrived long ago? Seeking a meeting with Sires of old is a bit unusual. Is it not?”

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The counts exquisite posture shown as he moved, his grace was uncanny to any seen by most alive and undead alike. His face was calm with a smile posed upon a smooth chin well structured that could melt the heart. His boyish good looks resembled that of a fairy tale told about a young beautiful prince. His two toned hair shown more to the tone of golden in the light of the fire, which lit upon each candle as they ascended the stair case and entered the castles main corridor. He turned to check on his guest thought his motions were as calm and smooth as a running river his attire could not quite match thus revealing what looked to be a small version of a bastard sword, something carried by barbarians in the times of old. It was sheathed and hung snuggly upon his waste he smiled as he looked down to her his long Rifle Frock coat blew gently in an upcoming breeze.

He smiled and as they made their way down the main hall and looked towards his direction of motion. “Ah yes the others.” His voice a bit deeper now he chuckled a bit then gave a sigh of amusement. “You’re correct other have come and some have gone. A few of the guests have chosen to stay for the time being.” He turned to the left at the second door way from the main corridor as he continued leading her to the dinning hall. “Others have their own plans and to some it is unfortunate but let us not discuss the matters of business till after we have had matters of pleasure and leisure yes?”

His voice raised to show his enjoyment and boldness when it came to the mention of pleasure. After finally reaching the dinning hall by excess of another hall and a couple door ways they had finally reached their destination. The room was enormous it was easily 500 feet in length and 250 feet in width. The cherry oak table sat directly in the middle of the room and seated 31 huge cherry oak wooden chairs they sat 15 per each side of the table and of course one at the head of the table. Each chair had arm rests and looked to be hand carved the designs on the chairs were sculpted in wolves and skulls. “I love this room. You know I imported all this furniture in from France. I own a qaint little shop there perhaps you’ve heard of it? Its called L'affection Eternel, it means Undying Affection” The count regained stature and focused once again at the task at hand.

“So what should you like to eat? I have almost anything you could imagine. I believe the only animals I have not acquired are those in which are endangered or extinct. “He laughed aloud at the mention of the word extinct.” Of course we drain their blood unless you prefer a juicy blood slab of meat? Its your pleasure no matter how guilty the sin.” He smiled as he looked to her beautiful face and licked his left fang then continued. “I believe it was Lord Damien who had the yearning for a baby kitten. Though I think it a bit much he truly loves killing the most innocent of things. I also have a few servants to serve as playthings if you want the real deal.” He awaited her answer as he began to order servants around to prepare what he would be having.

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She quietly follows, listening to his carefree words. The news of the others that had come and gone did not quite suffice, but for now it would have to do. She lays her things on an empty chair and sits in the next. Looking at her surroundings in awe. From a mortals eyes, she looks innocent and pure. Such was she when she was cursed. None would ever think this be the same Lilith myths and legends were told of.

With her hands neatly folded about her lap, she then looks at the vast banquet spread out before her. Amused, a small laugh escapes her ruby lips as she listens to his tale of cats and other game. Still looking at the feast she turns to her host in jest, "Expecting your army to return this night, Nostferat? If not.. I must apologize for I know.. I cannot finish this all in one sitting." Still scanning her choices she finally decides on a simple serving of sliced apples, cheese and a goblet of what appeared to be red wine. None but those within the walls knew what really filled the glasses in hand. Weary she might be and a bit hungry, but alas she could not eat much either. She looks into the goblet, closes her eyes and sniffs the drink with a smile. "Such a bad person this must have been for its scent is a bit stronger than one might expect. Mmm be the delicacy of ones own scent to sway me in such a way and its years. hm.." Taking a sip, she opens her eyes and looks at her host. "Mayhap one intoxicated this being before he was dried.. or be he still alive? I know not for I cannot see anymore of this beings life than I had already drunk." Placing the goblet back onto the table, she takes two slices and eats them, then leans back warily resting her head against the chairs pillowy back.

Deep within thought, she ponders over brooding matters. Was this merely an illusion and false pretense in mannerism. Was he merely swaying her mood to shift into a more relaxed state of mind. Her eyes look over the greatness of the mass dining room. Paintings seem to capture her attention. Her being a painter herself, she promptly gets up from where she sits and walks to the walls. Some were merely paintings of people. One of Nosferat on armour, but alas this was a painting done long ago. "I remember the era of this armour. Was it not the time of Radu?" She smiles at another of a dragon. How fitting he had this within his collection, for that be the meaning of his name.

She gently touches the reds and gold strokes of the paintings and closes her eyes. A vision of the painter came to view. The man old in age but young in looks had created this. Pulling her hand from the painting, her cheeks seem to flush in embarrassment. "Your father must’ve been a great man. This piece very old, still holds its colours well." She pauses and looks at her host apologetically, "I meant not to pry in thy own affair. The colors seem to come alive with this.” Turning from him once more, she continues to examine the artwork. Careful was she in shielding her own mind from wandering thoughts. For she knew of his reputation and would not hesitate to attack her where she stands. It has been many years since she had heard of Nosferat. He was cunning, learned in his powers greatly and was said to sway the most willful of hearts. There was only one thing that came to mind at this moment. The colours so bold and bright. Set in such a way that they brought back memories once again. Taking a deep breath, she walks on to the next. “Amazing. How one captured the sun so eloquently. It has indeed been..” Pausing for a moment, she stands and looks at the image then gently trails her fingers along the painted yellows of the sun. “I cannot remember when I last saw this.”