The Corridor smells like dead things, And that Was exactly what was there. I walk slowly holding the Candle to see which way to turn every once in a while. This underground tunnel system hasn't been opened since the year 1738, it It is currently 1898. I tripped, nearly falling flat on my face. I looked down to see what I have tripped on, a human scull, nothing I haven't seen before. I continue walking thinking of my German Shepard Curious, bringing back a set of memories of my ex fiance Chadwick. Fucking Chad. He beat me so hard on the Eve of our wedding I shot him with his own shotgun. I still have that exact gun believe it or not. I like to consider it a souvenir of sorts. It would be the first of many. Chad was back in 1526. I've lost track of how many bad men I've gotten with just so I could kill them so no other girls or woman have to go through a life of beating with. My name is Katherine Dracul, daughter of Vlad III, better known as Vlad The Impaler or Dracula. Although people believe we are vampires, we are nothing of the sort. Sure, we're immortal but were not blood sucking pricks. I'm currently searching for my dear old daddy in his underground systems in his castle in Romania.
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Searching For Dracula
Historical FictionWhen Katherine Dracul finds a mysterious note from her father Glad III himself while searching for him she makes it her responsibility and her duty to find her father what she doesn't know is throughout this adventure she might just find the other h...
