Dracula

Chapter 1: Devil’s snow

The snow fell down so hard on them it might have been hail; the wind was not so kind either. The howling wind freezing with snow blew right through her very soul. Despite her body’s wish to turn around and go back to the warm village, she not once stopped to look back. She kept pursuing him through the blistering storm, the tall dark figure shrouded in darkness. The only way she knew he was still there was because the snow and wind seemed to touch him as he hovered on top of the deep snow.

“Why do you continue to follow me, are you not content with the agony you have caused me already?”. His voice was harsh and cruel, driving his words like a blade into the young woman’s freezing heart.

“NO!” she cried against the wind “It’s not true, I would never betray you! I could never hurt you!”.

The sound of angry priests approached shouting blasphemous curses in Latin, trying desperately to catch up to the two of them. Frightened she turned to the tall man cloaked in black, her eyes wide with cold tears falling down her cheeks. The hood covering his face made it impossible for her to see where the single red tear fell from.

Chapter 2: Birth of an angel part 1

Angel awoke for the first time in three days. She lifted herself up with tired arms that shook as she sat up. Her head was so heavy that she thought it may just crumple back down. Her eyes were blurred to the point that she might as well be looking through tracing paper. As she looked around, she noticed that the room was painfully bright. Slowly her senses came back to her. She instantly noticed irritating beeping noises all around her. She looked at her arm, there were  enough needles in both arms to fill a pin cushion. She followed the drips up to a series of machines, they seemed to be monitoring something.

She thought to herself she might be in a hospital, but it was a brief thought before she grabbed the needles and ripped them out of her arms. She had never liked needles, especially when they were connected to strange machines.

The white corridors seemed to go on for ever. Every corner she took was the same as the one before. There were no doors or windows in the endless white maze. It felt like she had been running forever yet she had not once lost her breath or felt tired.  Finally, by what she thought to be a stroke of luck, she turned down a corridor which was unlike the other ones. It was dark and gloomy, so dark that it absorbed the white of the corridor, engulfing it and turning it into an eerie mist that seemed to leak from the deeper parts of the darkness. She could just barely see the shape of a door at the end of this perpetual abyss of nothingness. It was a large black door that emitted a glow that most would describe as evil.  Above the door handle there resonated a symbol, the symbol seemed to be dripping upon closer observation. It too was a blood red. “Jezz” she sighed, “Doesn’t anyone in this place have the slightest clue of how to use other colors than white, black and red”.