Castle of Devils

Roman Gets A Warning and Meets His Mysterious Host

Warnings: Talk of devils, blood mention, let me know if I missed any

Roman glanced out the tinted window of the black limousine as it drove through the grassy country side on it's way to Castle Dracula. Certainly a weird name for a castle, and not very inviting. Especially with “Dracul” meaning "devil" in Romanian. Roman, being the prince like character he was, was truly prepared to fight whatever evil the castle may provide (despite his promise to his boss, Logan Sanders, telling him that he was he only going to help a client purchase a home in America and help him learn what to expect with American life.) Roman was suspicious. Very suspicious.

Soon the limo stopped to get some gas and Roman stepped out to use the restroom. When he entered the gas station, he noticed the people in the building were watching him with a careful and weary eye. He frowned, suspicious. "Could I use your restroom?" He asked the cashier.

The women behind the counter nodded and pointed to the restroom as she kept an eye on the limo outside. Something about the way these people reacted to the limo and him struck Roman wrong. He decided that he would ask about it when he got back.

Roman stepped out of the restroom and saw that the cashier was now looking at him. "You should be careful," she said. "That castle has devils. Devils worse than you can imagine."

Roman frowned. "What kind of devils?"

"They plague us." She shuddered. "They come and steal lives through blood. They are not good." She then reached under the counter and pulled out a cross. "Here," she said as she slid it across the counter. "This will protect you. Devils don't like symbols of God."

Roman took the cross and hung it around his neck, tucking it inside his shirt. "I shall do what I can to purge you of these devils you speak of. On my honor."

The women shook her head. "We shall pray for your safe return.” Roman nodded and stepped outside to return to the car.

And he was off again. It wasn't until it was dark out and nearing midnight that they finally reached the forest surrounding the castle. Roman cast a wary glance out the window at the twisted tree limbs and fog seeping through the ground. Roman even thought he heard the howling of wolves a few times. Soon enough, they arrived at the castle.

Roman stepped out of the car as the driver opened the door and leaned his head back as he looked at the imposing structure. It was old, most definitely. And it was in that gothic style that was reminiscent of the Notre Dame cathedral in Paris, France. 
A chill ran up Roman's spine as he imagined dungeons and secret passageways. Ghouls and demons lurking in the dark as you walked by. He pictured ghosts floating down the hall, an unearthly glow following them as they wandered aimlessly through echoing rooms. Roman took his bags from the driver, who then seemed to disappear into thin air, and walked through the tall, wrought iron gates leading to the castle.

He jumped as the gates slammed shut, spinning around to find no one there. He shuddered and froze when he heard the unmistakable sound of howling in the distance. "I shall be safe in here," he muttered to himself. But he couldn't stop the fast-paced thumping of his heart as he heard the unnerving sounds come closer. Roman almost raced to the front door of the castle and raised his hand to knock on the tall wooden door, only to have it pull open.

Roman had to glance up a bit to meet the eyes of his host. He was a pale man with dark brown, almost black, hair and steely grey eyes that stared at him. Roman was not prepared for this. Not at all.