The Love Of A Heartless Man

Chapter 2: the decent

I've been walking for what seems like days, I've lost all sense of direction and I'm slowly losing more and more if sanity each day and the only company I've had are my own thoughts "where am I, how long have I been here". These trees seem to never end they just keep going, since I entered the woods I've been in a constant fight for my life, bears, wolves, snakes, and who knows what.

The darkness seems to be getting closer and closer, it's calling to me like an old friend. It's day six and I've reached mountain that seemed to touch the heavens themselves and cast a shadow on all that surrounds it "My god... I feel as if a dark presence is upon this mountain" I looked up towards its peak as I caught a raindrop on my cheek, it began to rain and I looked for shelter I walked for several minutes until I came on to the entrance of a large dark cave. I walked inside not knowing what is inside

I walked in the cave for a few minutes before it opened up into a large dark cavern, it was dark and very cold my breath seemed freeze in the air like a morning fog "this place doesn't seem right" I walked towards the center the center of the cavern and I saw what seemed like a stone pedestal "what is this" on it sat a large coffin that seemed to have been black at one time or another. I placed a hand on it and the room seemed to get colder and it went dead silent, a chill went down my spine and I couldn't move a single fiber of my person my hand slowly slide across the lid and my finger hit a jagged nail and a single drop of blood slipped between the cracks of the coffin. I stepped back as it began to shake and the lid flew off and shattered against the wall "what the hell". A skinny pale clawed hand reached out of the coffin and a low deep growl filled the room. A dark hooded figure arose from the coffin and I looked at him with fear in my eyes and a chill in my bones as the figure began to speak "Mmm... The taste of blood has stayed from my lips for far to long" he looked at me and I froze "You boy, was that your blood?.... Its pure, but not untainted by battle" he got out and slowly stepped towards me and all I could do was stand there and stare in horror as he placed a hand on my head and moved it exposing my neck "your young, maybe I should drain you... But how about I give you another choice" I nodded and looked at him "good then this is my proposal...." He sat me down and spun a tale of who he was a and how he came to be. When he finished he looked to me and grinned "so I need an heir to my great legacy, and you being the the great impaler himself would be a great candidate" I nodded and spoke finally "I accept your proposal" he pulled a stone bowl and a large broad sword from his coffin. He cut his hand and drained his blood into the bowl until it was filled to the brim "drink know Vladimir the Impaler.... Gain my strength and power and claim it as your own" I drank and as the last of the cold blood went down my throat I felt a pain run throughout my body and I went lip and fell to my knees as everything began to go dark and I felt a strange power surge through my body as he spoke again "Now die, so that you may live as an immortal...you will be...the no life king" he disappeared as a few words escaped his lips "You are Dracula" he vanished as everything went black and I felt my heart beat, one last time....