Bloodright Assassin by "Artemis" Lykaios Nightshade (ebook reader play store .txt) 📖

Nearly the dawn of midnight, Count Ciprian "Dracul" Lucesu, his mouth bleeding down to his broad chin from feasting, walked towards his mansion home, owned by his father, and his father before.

Dracul stopped in his tracks and sensed someone behind him. A cold demonotic grin settled upon his cold lips.

"Gavril Silivasi. What a nice surprise." He said, his tone dark and dangerous. Gavril stepped out of the shadows and beside the Count, his pistol in his long trench-coat.

"Same to you Count," He said, noticing the blood on his lips. "You have been feeding again."

Dracul slightly nodded his head in reply. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a handkercheif to wipe the remaning, drying blood from his face.He paid no attention to Gavril as he placed the handkercheif back into his pocket then dropped his cane but not before catching it once it got to the top end.

"Let us take leave. I fear we have a long way to go." The Count said, turning his body around, leaving.

He didn't look back to see if Gavril would follow, he sensed it through the smell of blood and the vibration of his feet as they hit on the coblestones of Romania.

A cold sense of blood raced through their mind and nose, Gavril stopped suddenly, jsut a few feet away from The Count. Taking out his hidden pistol, Dracul unsheethed his cane which beheld a hidden sword inside. A sword passed down from his mother, yes his mother and her mother before that.

"Show yourself!" Silivasi shouted out, his pistol cocked and ready to fire.

They waited in the dead of night for the figure to show his face. The moon as their only light and the sounds of wolves, crows, and ravens filled the silent air. Dracul kept a close alert on who or whatever will come across them.

A shadowy figure started aproaching them, loud moaning sounds now singing along with the night animals.

"Oh great, another one." Gavril stated in annoyance for it had been their... well...millionth one to-day.

"Well, we could always use a bit more exercise," Dracul said, his tone in a mocking manner as the figure came out, the moon brightly showing down on the figure for the two to see clearly. "Time to work again."

A cold, demonotic smile formed on Gavril's lips as he began shooting five zombielike vampires. They were once human until they went mad from vampire bites.

If you were once human and want to become a vampire, you must learn to control the vampire and let the vampire control you. You have to bond with the powers as well, do neither of those, and you'll go mad, lose yourself, all of yourself. Heart, mind, and soul.

One charged at Dracul but was easily decapitated by his sword. Blood spilled out from the neck and rested on both his own body, onto the floor, and onto the chest of the nobelman.

"Great, I just had this cleaned to-day," Dracul said in a frusterating tone. Another soon came from behind him, he heard the unmistaken sound of a gun-shot. "Is that all?"

Silivasi shrugged his shoulders as they looked and sensed all around for others.

"Let us take our leave while the night is still young." Silivasi stated, taking the lead.

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Will write more later, tell me what you think so far :)

Publication Date: 07-11-2012

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