DRACULA: A VERY SPECIAL FLAVOUR

Kindred Immortal - Part 1

ROMANIA and the CARPATHIAN MOUNTAIN REGION: 1797

"You have sinned...you are a fucking dirty whore!"

The sisterhood were harsh as they dragged me up to the bell tower. I only wanted to feel the touch of a man. I confessed it and they treat me like this.

"You will repent! You will repent the thoughts of the mortal flesh!"

Sister Helga grabbed my arms and spun me around to face her. Her face was red and angry, and her habit flapped about in her rage, "You must repent...or you will burn in hell...do you hear me...YOU WILL BURN IN HELL!"

I clung onto the railing of the bell tower. I felt hot and flushed and upset. This wasn't for me. I thought I wanted to be apart of the holy order of St Mary's convent, but I have changed my mind, this is not what I want no more.

And to leave the order is not an easy exercise.

I just wanted to be touched by a man. To be happy and have children. I have chosen the wrong path and want out.

But the Sisters were having none of it.

Helga slapped me in the face so hard it stung.

"YOU WILL BURN IN HELL!"

I scream out to her, "No...NO I WILL NOT!"

And I push Helga and she toppled over the top of the railing and went screaming down to her death.

The other nuns of the order were screaming out in horror as they knelt down at their fallen Sister. Blood pooled out from behind the back of her head.

An old crone of a nun looked up and cried, "BURN IN HELL, BURN IN HELL, BURN IN HELL!"

I shriek out and run down the steps to the base of the bell tower. They are all looking at me and pointing.

The crone was in my face, "YOU WILL BURN ETERNAL FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!"

I am upset. The shock of what had just happened was hitting me. I run to my room and gather up my stuff as the thunder and lightening started to rage outside.

I run to the gates of the convent and force them open and I run to the forest. The thunder crashes and the lightening screams across the night sky.

When the rain lashes down, my habit is soaking wet and I pull it off, so the rain can at last touch my long wavy auburn hair.

I remember why I am acting like I have. I can still see in my mind the events of the previous evening, when two of us Sisters went into the village and I saw a man fuck his wife. It was in a back room on the hay bed as we were attending to the husbands dying mother.

The wife moaned in pleasure as the husband pounded hard into her.

This sent shivers down me. This was new but...it was something I thought about if I saw a handsome looking man.

But it was wrong. I am a nun of the holy order and should not think or feel of such things.

I climb the hill and go deeper and deeper into the wet forests. The wolves are howling in the distance that sent shivers down my spine.

The rain is hard and relentless. It is cold as well. I climb further until I am tired and I collapse into the mud.

I look up as more lightening flares up the sky, and saw the outline of castle flash. Shelter. I force myself to my feet and it is a struggle. I puff and pant in the deluge as I head for the dark fortress yonder.

The lightening flashes again and I see the castle up ahead. It is dark and I can see no candle lights.

At last I hit the track and I run to the archway that heralds the castle proper. Soaked to the skin, I run up to the great wooden doors and bang on the knocker. I banged again and this time the door opened and a tall gentleman holding a candelabra was looking down at me with dark eyes.