Deep within the central region of Romania lies a sleepy little town called Transylvania. Known for its mountainous borders, medieval towns and timeless castles lies a force so powerful that not even the most bravest of men will not venture. Castle...
A week went by before construction began on castle Dracula as the men worked tirelessly in getting everything stripped down to the bare essentials. The first week alone consisted of tearing down walls, ripping out pipes and repairing the roof. While the majority of the work took place in the vestibule and the kitchen. Everything was running smoothly until a worker shouted out to everyone to cease what they were doing and come take a look.
I followed the head contractor up the grand staircase as his men huddled around an opening in the wall.
"What you got for me?" He said.
"I don't know, boss. But this clearly wasn't in the original floor plan."
The contractor looked at me. "Did you know this was here?"
"No. I swear it."
"Should we check it out?"
"I'll go. You boys stay here and continue to work. We're already on a tight schedule." said the head contractor. "And Mr. Kennedy, you come with me too."
"Fair enough."
Armed with only a headlamp as a flashlight, we stepped into the cramped and narrow space as we descended a small flight of steps. The air in my lungs started losing pressure towards the end as the walls came together in a final attempt to try and crush me to death. At the bottom was an even bigger opening. Old wooden torches suddenly came to life as they ignited the way down a small tunnel were at the end, a set of heavy metal doors appeared.
"Jesus," the head contractor muttered. "What is this place?"
"I have no idea."
A loud metal groan could be heard as the doors unlocked and opened before us. Beyond that was a large chamber with a sliver of light shining down on top of a stone coffin. Strange that such a thing would be in here without no one even knowing about it, myself included. What were you hiding down here aunt Agnus? A further exploration of the chamber revealed that it was just another ordinary room with only the creepy coffin in the center.
"Who do you think's buried in the coffin?"
"How would I know? I didn't even know this chamber existed until just now."
"Well is there any kind of inscription written on top of the lid?"
I stepped closer. "No. Nothing that I can see."
A blast of cold air filled the chamber as it sent a shiver down my spine. I stood next to the coffin and attempted to push it open but the damn thing wouldn't budge an inch. It was too heavy. Maybe if I had some extra help.
"Excuse me?" I called out to the contractor. "Will you come over here and help me push this open?"
"R—Really?" He stuttered. "Honestly, I think we should just leave it alone. It's not wise to disturb a person's final resting place."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh please, that's just an old wives tale. Now shut up and help me."
Standing next to me with a ghastly expression on his face, together we were able to move the lid aside for now as it gave way to a small opening. The light coming from the headlight shined down into the stone coffin revealing something I'd never seen before. Inside was the body of a man who looked amazingly well-preserved after all this time. His skin was white and wrinkled and his hair was cut short but as white as snow in midwinter.
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He was laid to rest holding a sword in his hands and wearing a cloak of some sort around his legs with a crest wrapped in the center. In other words, I saw no signs of decomposition anywhere on his body, remarkable. I turned back to glance over my shoulder only to find that I was the only one in the chamber. Nice. I looked back down at the body and stared at the sword. Its shiny metal gleamed in the light as I reached inside to trace my fingers along its ridges.
Ouch! I jerked my hand back quickly as I looked at my index finger and noticed a small cut as a droplet of blood appeared. I brought my finger to my lips and sucked it gently as I winced at the sting and decided that it was time for me to leave. But as I did, another cold spot wrapped around my body as I shivered followed by hearing a ghostly male voice. Nathan. When I finally reached the vestibule, I was shocked to see that the men had already left, not even bothering to take their tools with them.
Guess they won't be coming back anytime soon. Back to square one I suppose. But that voice. I could've sworn I've heard somewhere before. I just can't quite put my finger on it. Speaking of a finger, I decided that I needed to take care of this cut before it came infected. With no pipes meant no running water as I hopped in my aunt's car and drove into town. Looks like I'm spending the night at a hotel. Yet again.
Author's Note: Good evening my lovelies. Hope you guys enjoyed this little chapter. And I do apologize for it being so short. Its not really my finest work. Hopefully I can break through it and write like I do when it comes to Lucifer & Jason's storyline in The Devil's Mark. Anyways, hope the picture of Dracula makes up for it in the process! And for those of you who have asked, the next chapter will be from Dracula's POV. Woohoo. Xoxoxo
