A vast, haunting darkness filled the sky, storms looming. The streets of the Transylvanian town were filled with merchants and townsfolk bustling around, making any last purchases before the rain began to pour.
Vlad III, or Dracula, his preferred title, was also among those in the streets. However, he was not shopping. Instead, he was inviting people to a feast that would be held at his house. He felt that his feasts were most enjoyable, and many of his guests would agree. In fact, most would simply die just to go to one.
A young merchant by the name of Andrei was heading back home to his children and wife when he was stopped by none other than Dracula himself. He stopped short, knowing that he had stumbled upon the wrong path.
“Greetings, friend. You have been invited to a feast at my house. The real house of the Prince of Wallachia! Do you accept?” Dracula said, smiling deviously, causing his pointed teeth to protrude from his mouth.
Andrei gulped. He most certainly did not want to go to the feast, but, knowing what would happen if he rejected …show more content…
Two guards looked up and saw that he was running, and they jumped from their chairs and raised stakes. They rushed to the doorway and blocked Andrei's only chance at escape. They hefted the rods toward him, and Andrei's only choice was to retreat back to the table. The guards stood beside his chair and held the stakes up to his back, apparently to restrain him. Dracula had stood up, and opened doors that led to another room of the mansion. More men with stakes flooded out the . Screams filled the room as the men grabbed the guests, and dragged them to the ground. The stake-men thrusted the rods into the guest’s rears, and through their chests. They protruded out of their mouths, blood pouring out of the gaping hole. The people’s eyes were glazed with fear, still living, still breathing, being
Vlad III, or Dracula, his preferred title, was also among those in the streets. However, he was not shopping. Instead, he was inviting people to a feast that would be held at his house. He felt that his feasts were most enjoyable, and many of his guests would agree. In fact, most would simply die just to go to one.
A young merchant by the name of Andrei was heading back home to his children and wife when he was stopped by none other than Dracula himself. He stopped short, knowing that he had stumbled upon the wrong path.
“Greetings, friend. You have been invited to a feast at my house. The real house of the Prince of Wallachia! Do you accept?” Dracula said, smiling deviously, causing his pointed teeth to protrude from his mouth.
Andrei gulped. He most certainly did not want to go to the feast, but, knowing what would happen if he rejected …show more content…
Two guards looked up and saw that he was running, and they jumped from their chairs and raised stakes. They rushed to the doorway and blocked Andrei's only chance at escape. They hefted the rods toward him, and Andrei's only choice was to retreat back to the table. The guards stood beside his chair and held the stakes up to his back, apparently to restrain him. Dracula had stood up, and opened doors that led to another room of the mansion. More men with stakes flooded out the . Screams filled the room as the men grabbed the guests, and dragged them to the ground. The stake-men thrusted the rods into the guest’s rears, and through their chests. They protruded out of their mouths, blood pouring out of the gaping hole. The people’s eyes were glazed with fear, still living, still breathing, being