DRACULA: A VERY SPECIAL FLAVOUR

IMMORTAL VOWS -PART ONE

Foreword: This story will continue over three chapters...

SOMEWHERE IN SOUTHERN GERMANY, 1862

The full moon was out. Big and bright.

The owl was hooting in the trees, and a vixon screamed.

Fitz Fischer stood at the window of a stately home, way out in the country side.

He had been waiting for sometime. His Uncle Cain had gone inside on the rob and he was playing look out again.

What was keeping him for so long? This wasn't like the other times, Cain was always swift, no sooner was he in a place, he was out of it like a shot.

Fitz stood back and looked up at the place, the moon sending shadows of the nearby trees dancing on the face of the mansion.

Somewhere in all those rooms, Cain was. Maybe in such a big house he had got lost or something, but somehow he doubted it.

After watching a fox dart across the well tended lawns, he decided enough was enough, he was gonna go inside and find him. Clawing his fingers to the window ledge, Fitz heaved himself up and managed to tuck his legs up and roll over inside.

He lost his balance and fell into the room beyond, nearly tearing down the long velvet drapes that hung at the window in the process.

He picked himself up and looked quickly about him, he was in the dining room, there was a great big table with silver candelabre's positioned down the lacy top dressing. There was china plates at each sitting waiting for some splendid feast to start.

Light on his feet, Fitz crossed the room to a huge oak door that lead out to a well polished floor that was the entrance hall. There was a huge middle staircase in front of him where the banisters went into opposite directions on the next floor.

The full moon shone through two arch like windows that sat in the skylight above.

He heard movement from the dark shadows, so he ducked into an alcove. His heart was pounding as he peered his head round to see Cain dart up the stairs something jingling in his uncle's tight grasp.

"Cain..." he hissed out, but his uncle hadn't heard him. Feeling frustrated, he was hot on Cain's tale, till he got to the top of the staircase. What direction had Cain gone in? Fitz looked up onto the walls and felt a bit freaked out by the painted portraits that hung in a line down the hall. The eyes from each of the figures in the portraits seemed to stare right through him, and move as he moved.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when Cain came out of one of the rooms, his uncle narrowed his eyes at him, " what are YOU doing in here, you're supposed to be out keeping watch!" he hissed angrily.

"I was...but you've been gone ages!" Fitz hissed back, noticing the swag bag that Cain clutched hold of, was cramped full of stuff.

"There's some nice pieces isn't there, there's a lot to look out for...tell you what, you should SEE what I've got in here! This'a keep me going for weeks when I sell it on, lad", told Cain with a glint of the eye as if he was proud of himself.

Suddenly, a door creaked out nearby.

Both Uncle and Nephew snapped there necks round to see a figure coming out of one of the bedroom down the long narrow hall. A girl in a long white night-gown.

"Whose out there?" she voice called.

"RUN!" Cried Cain.

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Cain came flying down the staircase and nearly went skidding across the polished floor into a grandfather clock.

"Come on!" he cried urgently.