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You had experienced the slaughter of man first-hand. Children and women slayed in ruthless brutality by creatures from the deepest pits of hell. Men with their throats bitten out by a man or woman too pretty to be real. Livestock drained dry of blood, mouths agape, as if they had died bleating. Families ruined. Towns in shambles, praying for a drop of mercy or hope from their god.
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Creaking open the front door of the castle revealed a long, dark hallway, illuminated dimly by candles in floor holders. The ceiling of the hall reached high up, arched by intricate designs. To your left and right were pillars, darkness behind them, where candlelight did not reach. In front of you was a stairway, leading up to a small platform with a dim blue light in the floor. The sides of the stairway also had more stairs, curved to lead up to one large balcony. The hallway didn't seem to stop at the balcony- no, not at all.
The castle was... surprisingly silent. One would have thought it would be bustling with vampires and other creatures of the night, accompanied by screeching and screaming. But no, there was nothing. Just the faint flicker of candles and gusts of wind as they traveled throughout the castle. Looking behind pillars did nothing- no vampires or traps in sight. No sunlight, either. Just the small warmth of candles and smell of wax.
There was no loud sounds or sudden appearance of bats to alert you of Dracula's presence. No sounds of howling and wailing, as mothers described in nursery tales to their children as a warning to not go out at night. Only the cold presence of a vampire as he stood at the edge of the upstairs balcony, red glare looking you over before softening.
"Lisa?"
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