The Tale Of Dracula's son

By Zebulon Goertzel

Chapter one

DRAKBLOOD

     Dracula ,father of all blood-sucking bats and neck-gnawing vampires.Long grey hair hanging about half a foot lower than his shoulders.Narrow,dark eyes always glaring about.Pointy nose sticking out like the beak of a vicious eagle.Most importantly, his mouth.The two inch fangs resembled those of a python.The same fangs that had bitten into the neck of thousands of people.Without his fangs,he would not be the amazing dracula,king of all blood-sucking things.The mention of his name made you want to get a metal collar and strap it around your neck.He managed to keep them shiny white.He loved his fangs.He loved them because everybody who saw them feared them.

     Though Dracula would kill himself if his fangs were gone,he cared more about something else.It was time for Dracula to find a student.He was to choose a new him.A new Dracula.He didn't like the idea,but he knew that he had to.For there would be a day when he passed away.Dracula had to find a vampire worthy of this honor.

     Dracula entered the dining quarters of his magnificent castle.There were tapestries draped all over the dusty walls.Many of them had images of him sewn on to them.Vampires sat in small stools everywhere.Every single spot was occupied.Except for the throne,of course.As soon as they noticed him,they shut their mouths.Dracula looked around.He didn't like the feeling of  looking for someone special when everybody was acting.They were all acting .None of them were doing what they would normally do.Dracula stared around at all the thousands of vampires pretending to be perfect.Sitting up straight,making what they believed to be handsome faces.He could stand it no longer!Dracula fled.Most of the vampires stayed silent anyway.Only the the more ignorant vampires behaved normally.

     Dracula stood,next to a window.His body shrank as he slowly grew small wings.He soon grew fur.His face screwed up completely.He was a bat.Dracula flew out of the window and approached another window.Inside,he saw vampires.Still acting.He was angry.But he knew that he couldn't force them to act normally.Such requests are not possible.Some of the really stupid vampires looked at him and said hi.He growled.

     He hung upside-down,glaring at his followers,when another bat caming flying past him.It flew through the window bars and turned back vampire.Dracula did the same.

Dracula shouted,"Where the hell have you been!?You are a vampire!This is our place!It is day out there!We come here in the day because it is dark here!What were you doing!?"

     The vampire showed no fear(a rare thing when Dracula yells at you),"I was caught in the action of sucking the prime minister of England's blood.I am sorry for my late arrival."

     Dracula smiled,"The prime minister,eh?",his voice loudened so that everybody could hear it,"I've found my future replacement,uumm..."

     "Drakblood."

     "Drakblood!"

     Drakblood smiled slyly."I am the prince of vampires?"

     "Yes.Follow me.You are going to need a lot of training.Personal training from the king of vampires."

     They walked off,both satisfied.

     The training was long and hard. If Drakblood had known

How hard Dracula’s training was, he would have thought twice before going off and becoming prince of vampires. He got up early, brushed his teeth, had a shower, grabbed whatever crumbs he could scavenge, went to the chamber, and his

Long day began. Dracula was always there, waiting. They practiced combat, flying, leadership, et cetera. Occasionally Dracula would decide he was in a good mood and

he would get Drakblood. They would enter some rich-man’s mansion and suck the life and blood out of the people who lived there.

     Every few days a reckless, young man would march up to the entrance of Dracula’s castle and demand entrance. When these rare occasions took place, two or three vampires would

Be sent out to capture him. Then the man would get held in captivity until the cooks came in to end his life and make his blood into juice. The operation is quite unpleasant, so I don’t really want to share it with you. Once that man was

Gone for a few days, a small band of British soldiers would come. More food.

     Things had been going quite well for the Dracula and his vampires during the last few years. But that was going to end. For the British army was angry. Hundreds of units had been lost to Dracula.

Roger Louise of the British army was in a bad mood. Two days ago he lost a friend, Scott Gafk, to the vampires. Roger was the first man ever to escape Dracula’s castle. Scott passed too near to the castle one day, he was captured and probably killed. Roger was angry. The other soldiers tried to hold him back. They failed miserably. Roger found the castle and a pathetic attempt to break in. He was attacked by two vampires. He kicked one in the shin and ran like a madman. They chased. They got into bat form and sped after him. He made it. They chased, he ran. He ran until it was midday, they were forced to turn back. He made it.

Hearing of the recent events made Dracula furious. The two vampires, Gary and Silva, cowered in fear as the tall, fanged, beast shouted at them,” You imbeciles! You let him escape!? This could lead to danger! War! The British army versus the Drooling oafs who let a man get away!!!!”

He went on and on, tearing at the happiness the vampires once held. Gary and Silva were both sent to prison eventually. Two week captivity, then very strict punishment and an injured dignity.