The Dracula Chronicles: Birth of the Monster by Shane KP O'Neill

Author:Shane KP O'Neill
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: historical horror, vampires, Dracula, Horror, gothic horror, dracula chronicles, gothic, vlad tepes
Publisher: Shane KP O'Neill
Published: 2014-01-13T22:00:00+00:00

Dracula sensed the presence of the mysterious figure though he had not seen it. A faint smile escaped his lips as he knew Death had come for him at last. So many times he had cheated it, but this was the time; his time. In his heart, he knew there were no angels coming to this place. But it was what he had expected and he was not afraid. In that moment, he welcomed Death’s arrival.

The boyars turned in the hope they might see what had caught the abbot’s eye. They saw only the black mist creeping towards them. The figure remained invisible to their eye and stopped right where they stood. The air grew stale all around and a foul stench caused them to gag and fight for breath.

Terror filled the abbot inside. His mouth went dry and a cold sweat formed on his brow. Instinct told him the identity of the stranger. He did not want to believe it and fought the thoughts filling his mind. But the fear of the reality facing him paralysed his every muscle.

The figure stood over Dracula. “Tell them to leave us!” it said in a deep gravely voice that was not from any human throat.

Dracula opened his eyes. When the boyars saw this, they crowded around him. “Go,” he told them, barely above a whisper. “Leave me in peace to die.”

He found it a real effort to speak now. His men knew he was very close to death and did not want to leave his side. “Go,” he said again. “It is what I want.”

They adhered to his wish and took their leave. The abbot left also with his monks. He had no desire to confront the stranger, his fear suddenly far outweighing the power of his faith.

The door of the chapel closed tight behind them. The boyars turned in shock, aware there was no one inside who could have closed it. They rushed over and pushed against it as one, but it would not budge. Some of them shouted and resorted to beating at it with their fists. It did them no good, as the door stood firm.

Knowing he and the stranger were alone, Dracula looked up at the towering figure that loomed over him. The stranger pulled back the shroud that obscured his face, to reveal himself.

Despite his fragile state, Dracula gasped in shock at the image that met his eyes. Standing well over seven feet, the stranger glared down at him. His black eyes looked right into Dracula’s soul. Fathomless, they hinted at an expression of real malignancy and menace. It filled Dracula with dread, a sense of terror he had never felt before. This was not how Death should appear to those who welcomed him.

The shock of seeing such an image was so great that Dracula could not breathe. He rolled onto his side and clawed at the marble steps, his face turning from deathly white to a murky blue.

The stranger clicked his fingers and Dracula was able to breathe once more.

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