Dracula's Pawn
A continuation of Dracula's Tower
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?
About the Creator
Briana Marie
Poetry, creative writing, character analyses, etc.
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