Darker Than Blood

. 1

He stared at the looming building.

It had been so long. So long since they last met. He was unaware of the time. Unaware of how long he had been standing here? From eternity? . .he could hear the holy choir repeating several times. .the chorus of people dying down with every passing second .

Night had arrived.

The cathedral was the same as he remembered.

The cypress tress were surrounding it in a protective stance . Protecting it against the creatures of the night. The great trees of cypress were known as protectors of the Holy sights . . . the smile on his face was rueful.

But they knew. .knew that Count Dracula was as real as their nightmares. Witches roamed around the streets , snatching souls to feed on and as for his breed. .they did everything.

From souls to blood to death.

With a grace and stealth that only his being could posses , he moved towards the building.

As he moved, an owl hooted . . sounding anxious. Restless.

He stopped momentarily, his sharp eyes catching the big gray owl staring straight at him . .a knowing look in it's ancient eyes.

The bird shifted uncomfortably on the branch it was nestling on.

He didn't blame the animal.

For it was only them who could recognize his lot. Who could actually see what laid under the pale skin. A curse his kind had to live with. A curse that binded them with the wretched animals.

The owl hooted again in alarm watching him advance towards the building.

The hooting had turn to screeches.

Shaking his head , he went on again. The great oak doors of the cathedral open, welcoming everyone but his breed. It was written-no. .it was carved on the door in old cursive Latin.

O Glorious Archangel,
St.Micheal , Prince of the heavenly host , Defend us in the battle and in the struggle against the army of darkness, against the spirits of evil in high places. O Great Army of Angels help us against the army of Satan . Help us put him under our feet. Help us cast him into the abyss of Hell that he may no longer hold men captive , carry our prayer to the throne of God, that thee mercy of God may come and lay hold of the beast , Lucifer .

He scoffed but he couldn't deny the power of magic in it . . .as powerful as he was. He could see. .see the door throbbing , humming with energy only he could feel. The magic on it was sealed with dragon blood. Ancient blood of an ancient being. The pressure of it would have been too much to bear if he wasn't what he was. Magic repulsed his lot. It didn't have much affect on him except that it was a . . repellent.

But they didn't know now did they?

The only way he could be warded off was simple.

Not let him in.

Do not give the permission to let him in.

It was as simple as 2+2 = 4.

But the fools didn't know.

He could feel the thrill in him coming to life. The challenge on the door exciting him , arousing the creature in him to life. Answering to what was etched on the door.

Just as he stood on the threshold of the cathedral, he could see the inside. People moving around. Going towards home . Some were in rush. Others were standing in a line to commit to a sin .