Chapter 35: Blood Match

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"You think you can destroy me? My revenge has just begun, I have spread it over centuries!" The Count snarls and spits as he talks with such venom

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"You think you can destroy me? My revenge has just begun, I have spread it over centuries!" The Count snarls and spits as he talks with such venom. And here me and Ingrid are wondering why he's taking this board game so seriously. But the sincerity wears off when he dances around the dinner table. "Go, Count, go, Count! And goodbye, Ingrid!" He then proceeds to move all of her chess pieces to the floor.

"Alright, Genghis Khan," She rolls her eyes. "You win. Again."

"Congratulations." I say to him, nicely. She'll never admit it herself but I also hate it when he wins. He always has. If only I could figure out his cheating method...

"Ah, Genghis Khan!" The Count recalls the old legend. "Genghis Khan was an amateur compared to me."

"No wonder they call it a board game." Ingrid sighs, taking no notice of what her father had just said. "If this gets any more tedious, I might go for a walk in the sunlight."

"Lovely!" I mutter under my breath and slouch in my chair.

"Where's Renfield?" The Count then asks and leans forward. "It's his turn to grovel!" Because it's not like he doesn't do that already. "Renfield! Renfield! RENFIELD!" Right in my ear, as well. "Forget the refreshments, it's your turn to be defeated." He leaps to his feet and shouts towards the ceiling. Ingrid and I get out of our chairs.

"Can't we just wrap up with this game night?" I plead. I'm way too tired to be playing anymore.

"It's stupid anyway," Ingrid folds her arms. "And it's time I was in my coffin." Just then, I began to hear a strange buzzing sound. At first I think I'm imagining it, then I realize that everyone else can hear it too. And it's when a weird, silver, circular device floats into the room. What on earth is that?

"Wait a minute," Ingrid says, realizing it. "That looks a lot like a-" UV Cage. But she gets interrupted as we all learn the answers for ourselves when the malicious device floats above our heads and beams down a dozen violet rays, trapping us before we even get a chance to dodge it. "UV Cage." But the Vampiress gets a chance to finish her sentence.

"Who would dare to do this in my house?!" The Count demands to know. And only now do I notice how tightly he's holding onto his daughter.

"Get off me." She says, making him realize what he's doing and immediately let go. He brushed any... whatever he thinks he's gotten off himself before calling for the one man that might be able to help. "Renfield. RENFIELD!" Still right in my ear.

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"You've got to get me out!" The Count cries as he begins to panic. His hands and arms shake non stop as he scans the room for an escape. Alas, there's no getting out of this cage. "I can't hang around here for all eternity!"

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