“When of age your son becomes, a war shall rage in your land. Upon
the field your only son will die a horrible death from which he shall
return to be buried. Once in the ground for three days and nights,
he shall arise the undead forever hunting the night for blood. So
shall be his fate for all time unless he is destroyed by stake, fire
and God.”
The words echoed in his mind as he watched the setting sun dip low
over the mountains. It was time…time for him to come alive again,
as he had done for lo these countless years…Count Vladimir
Dracula’s only son, cursed because of a fatal mistake made by his
father, to roam the world as an undead….He had lost his wife, and
now, he maybe stood to lose his only daughter, Alice…She had no
knowledge of his past, of the curse laid upon him, of the real man
behind the mask that was her father. She had often wondered where he
was during the daylight hours…she had never seen him eat or
drink…and yet…Jacob always said that her father was special. She
had only vague memories of Lucy, her mother…Perhaps one day…He
would tell her the terrible truth about himself…and risk losing
her…
The gypsy woman’s family had long since died out or moved from the
area. His father had long since turned to dust…and yet, he
lived…a long and terrible life, one that would last for all
eternity…
He longed to be free…to join his beloved Lucy in the afterlife
forever…but he knew that he could not do so…he had Alice, and she
was his life…but would she still love him when she knew? It was
soon to be her 13th birthday…and then it would be time for him to
tell her the terrible truth…