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Dracula's Pawn

A continuation of Dracula's Tower

By Briana MariePublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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Ba-bump! Ba-bump!

The pounding of a heart

Against a solid ribcage

The sound of blood

Rushing through dying veins

The body's final attempt to live

Jonathan was still

Very still

Laying in a damp, familiar place

Yes, he knew this place well

The same cold dungeon

Which he squandered in before

This time was different

Not a single evil enchantress in sight

Not a single fang sinking into his flesh

What happened to him?

He had very little memory

Of the night before—

The night everything turned red.

The pain throughout his body

Ceased

But he seemed unharmed

He sat up with ease

A moment ago,

It would have required all of his strength

Looking around with his brown eyes

Turned red from damaged vessels

Images flashing in his mind

Red

Red wine

Red blood

Red

The taste

The sight

The feeling

Of red

Of blood

Two words

Repeating, repeating, repeating

In his head:

"Eternal life."

A face

With serpentine eyes

Pale, grey skin

A man, an elderly man

He knew this man

Feared this—

No, not a man, a monster!

He remembered

The stairway

The Hellish Triplets

The wine glass

And him—Count Dracula

Was he one of them?

What ever they were

Would he be tempted by the

Rouge rivers of the flesh?

Would he kill?

Could he?

surreal poetry
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Briana Marie

Poetry, creative writing, character analyses, etc.

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