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Chapter 6

Letter

From Count Vlad Dracula

To Sir Stephen Sheridan

30th of June, 1819

My dearest friend,

It is my task to explain to you the unfortunate series of events that has befallen us Your friend, Earl Wright, is dead As is his fah his death has couest and caused ood that we decided to keep their visit secret from the world Should anyone have known their destination, we ation

I have much to consider now that land withh society

We shall meet soon

Your Friend,

Dracula

The Journal of Lady Glynis Wright

15th of August, 1819

It is beco more difficult to write in my journal without detection The others seek me out and interruptdown all that has happened to irl who arrived at the castle, but I a of my rape and their first feast upon e and hid from them for three days When I was finally found, I was beaten soundly, but it was a strange release It is all the more reason to hate him

I shall now recount the events that occurred after that terrible night in June

Bright, harsh glaring sunlight pressed against my eyelids and forcedpainfully and led to sit up in the giant bed

"Oh, God," I exclaiown and the bed were covered in dark brown stains of my blood My body was sticky with dried blood and I whi across the side of my neck I started to crawl across the bed, and as my hands sank into the mattress, small pools of blood welled up beneath thes over the edge of the bed My thighs felt as if they were rubbed raw and htly in h my abdomen and neck How could I lose so much blood and still be alive? My hair was caked with dried blood and plastered to my breasts As I pulled my curls free from my body, I sa pale an to screa Within ypsy wo at me with fear They took hold of th in theuished heap of flesh

"Please, don’t hurt ue, then one of them disappeared out the door The second woe san to speak to ue

"I don’t understand"

She pointed to one of er that I had never seen before It was gold with a dark, blood red ruby The sight of it filledit away The gypsy rushed over to the sparkling ring and picked it up Siant of a man entered the room and moved toward me

"No, no! Please, let me be! Go away! Go away!"

He pluckede hairy arms, the ht before Again, I was set down in the water of the large bath and the gypsy wo and soothing to my skin My clothes had to be peeled for sound as it was torn free froe hands to touch ht

Soon the water was brownish red and iant pulled htfully eypsy woown They were unusually tied looks and I sensed fear in them Once I was properly dressed, they sat me in front of a

It was painful to h s Once I was seated for a few h that I felt I could unclench an to brush out h theand warmed my flesh I stared out over the lush valley below the castle It was so beautiful it reat lovely forest was the village where my family would have found shelter

My family!

I could not think of thereat I could barely stand it Where was Father now? I knew in my heart he was dead, but I wished desperately that he had somehow escaped with Mother and May Oh, and ht had been too horrible to endure And sweet dear May, where was she? Had she suffered as I had last night at the hands of the Prince and his Brides? I could not bear the thought May had never secretly kissed a boy in the closet of her parent’s home or had the dreams of an illicit affair with Lord Byron My friend, Mona, had told me that sex was painful after she had h I had been ripped apart I could not even begin to comprehend how May could survive a siypsy wo at irl," she said in thick English

"Please, tell me, where is nored irls "Help her"

I was forced up out of the chair and made to walk between the narrow corridors and down the steep staircase to the hout the journey I strained to see into every roolih the doors into the dining room

On the table a full meal was laid out The food looked and saze was drawn across the table

"No! No! No!" I fell to the floor "Father! Father! Oh, God, Father! No!"

At the foot of the table, iolden ten-foot stake, was my beloved father His face was frozen in a screa out, his hastly shade of blue and his body seemed shrunken, a mere husk of the man he had been

"Take hi hirief and horror I ripped at my hair with my hands as I rocked on the floor