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...
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Nathan
When I came to, the back of my head throbbed like a motherfucker. As for my vision, it slowly started its way of coming back to me, in pieces. And it didn't help that I kept hearing a constant loud hum that rang in my ears. I looked around and learned that my wrists were shackled to my seat so that I couldn't move let alone try to escape. To my left was a large mechanical door with a bright red button just above my head. And then on my right, a group of strange men sat near the front of the aircraft.
"Well, well, well. Look who's finally wake," said a voice as Mr. Military appeared from the shadows like some sort of creep. "I was afraid we might've hit you too hard."
"Oh, don't worry. You hit me just fine. Now where the hell am I?"
"We are on a Boeing CH-47 Chinook heading for Nevada. A research facility is where you and your fiancé will be staying until we can find a more suitable residence to place you in."
"Where's Dracula? I want to see him."
"I'm afraid that won't be possible. You see, he's currently on ice at the moment."
I sighed, sitting back as I pulled up on the cuffs. "Release me. Please."
"Not a chance." A member of Mr. Military's band of merry thugs came over and whispered in his ear. Then he looked at me and said, "I hope you got some sleep while you were unconscious. You're going to need it."
Twenty minutes went by in a blur. Everything happened so fast that I barely had time to blink. The helicopter landed in the middle of the Nevada desert surrounded by nothing but swirling sand and hot air. Mr. Military personally uncuffed me from my seat and escorted me to one of three black SUV's with its windows tinted. I was forced to sit in the middle between two men who had their weapons drawn and pointed at my chest. As for Dracula, I couldn't tell what they did with him. God, I hope he's alright.
We raced across the wide open plane as if my life depended on it. No one spoke, the car radio was off and I had to use the bathroom.
"Excuse me?" I said to the driver. "Is there somewhere we could stop so that I could go to the bathroom?"
"Be quite," was his response. Wow. Rude much?
"But I'm serious. I really do have to go."
"I don't care. I have strict orders to not stop for any reason."
"Okay, fine. I'll go right here. I'm sure these two goons won't mind the smell of piss, won't you boys."
"Davis," said one of the goons. "Stop the car. Now."
"What?" Davis replied, looking in the rearview mirror. "He's bluffing. And even if he isn't, we're almost at the front gate."
