To Castle Dracula

Your life is hell…
You didn’t even know if it’s worth calling a life, to you… it’s more like a curse. How or when did it begin to be like this you had no idea. You just woke up one night and everthing turned up side down.

First of all it began with the room you were in, the king size bed you were now lying on, the gothic furnitures that added luxury touch to this elegant room, the crimson wallpaper on the wall, the hugh mirror with golden brim that’s hanging directly opposite to your bed, everything was wrong. The air had that kind of deathly silence that sends shiver down you spine. You slowly stepped out of the bed before tripped over by your floor length nightgown.*What the…* You may counfused but you sure you weren’t in this dress before and this fact surprised you a bit. You decided to walk over to the mirror to take a better look at your self. You felt relieve that your look hasn’t change in to something odd which would be quite understandable under this circumstance. However, you garment did change. The dress was midnight blue made of pure silk. The low cut and corset style in the front made it very revealing, not to mention the extreamly soft touch of the fabric that made you feel like you’re wearing nothing at all. It looks fabulous though. While you were admiring yourself in the mirror you suddenly notice something in the corner of the room. You turn away to that direction and saw a small vanity desk with a note pin to it with a beautiful silver dagger.

________,

Down stairs, through the hall, to the left, the last door.

Was all it said. No signature and that was frustating. *Would it kill you to write a little futher!? Was someone setting your ass on fire while you’re writing it!? Gosh!* You tore the note and stumble off in the direction you were told.

You poked your head out of the room and look around. It seem that you were in a hugh manor, castle maybe. There were were painting hanging’s everywhere, and as you took a better look you noticed most of it was about mythology and events in history. The hallway was lighten with elegant chandeliers on the well decorated ceiling. You touch the wall wondering what was the walpaper made of.*Wow velvet!?* You stunned at the vanity of this place and turned to walk away, but as you move your hand you heard a strange noise, it’s like something was cracking. To your shock you found a black spot on the crimson wall, at the exact area you were touching only a second ago. You touch it again, in wonder and it turned in to dust. Your eyes widen *Note to self, do not touch anything*

You walked faster, feeling like you’re gonna go crazy if you don’t get to talk to someone right now. You soon found the stairs with an old wooden door at the end. You pushed it open, trying not to make direct contact. It was another hallway, only this one was completely different.

This hallway, unlike the rest of the castle or at least you thought it’s a castle, dreary and eerie. The long tunnel like passage were lit by few tourches, making the wall gleam with trembling light, casting dark shadows in every corner. You couldn’t help to wonder if there’s something hiding in those shades. Finally you reached the end and found yourself infront of another door, solid rock this time. It opened slightly. Someone was already there.
A cloaked figured sitting at a long dinning table motioned you to come in. “ Good evening” his voice was soft and low “Do take a seat. You must be hungry after our long journey”.

You don’t even bother wondering how the heck did he open that door sitting 5 metres away. You were confused and furious. You slammed the note, now a very old and fragile paper on the aok table, you didn’t care about that neither, all you’re interested in now is proper answers, a real good explanation. You stated yelling “ Look mister! I don’t know who the hell you think you are but you can’t just kidnap someone and put them in some weird place like this! And what is it about this note!? Don’t you have a better explanation? Would it kill you if you wrote a little longer? And don’t just sit there shutting your mouth like that ! TALK!”. Only after you yelled out the last word it occurred to you that he might be one of those phyco who like to kidnap and kill prople for their enjoyment, and that you probably anger him already with your, ahem recklessness.*oh crap..*.
The figure chuckled slightly and reveald his cloaked face. You sigh, he was only an old man. “I’ll answer all your question soon my child, but let us sit and dine before we lost our apppetise” His face remained calm. There’s a hint of amusement in his clouded eyes.
You decided not to get yourself into more troubles than you’re already in. You sat yourself down on the other farside of the table. You were very hungry indeed. You grabbed a fork, ready to eat but suddenly the fork made a little craking sound and got all rusty. You shot a question look to the old guy. He merely smile.

“Perhaps you might want to have a toast first”He pointed to a gold cup filled with questionable liquid.
You carefully put your finger around the cup, afraid you would cuase more damage to such beautiful things that seem to have so many in this place. With no doubt, the cup cracked. You raised your eyebroe but the man just look at you, silently. Not taking eyes out of his, you raise it to your lips. The incredibly cold liquid touched your toungue causeing shivers down you spines. It was not like anything you ever drank before. It’s kinda… slippery, like you swakkow a whole snake.*Yuck* “Bottom’s up” you heard. You closed your eyes and drank it all. You put the cup down with you eyes still closed. You were trying to get rid of those disgusting feelings in your mouth when you suddenly found something changed.

The surface of the cup became smoother under your touch. You opened your eyes to see it turned in a brand new cup like the one before you touched it. You raised it again to your eyes level and looked at it closely. The golden angels, the red ruby, was the same, like nothing ever happened at all. You looked down at your fork. It, too, was the same. “Whoa.. ok now tell me EXACTLY what’s happening”.

“Before I answer that question, and all others, can you tell me your story?”

“MY..story?” you shot a confused look.

“Yes child your story, you know, before you are here” He just stare at you constantly.
You had not idea why you do all the things he told you but still thinking about some stories to tell him, at this point, to your surprise, and shock, you recalled nothing. No matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t dig up any memory.

“You see” his voice interrupted your thoughts “It’s simply systematic. When you committed such a great sin you have to repay it some how. You can’t simply just walk away from it. It’s unfair” He shook his head.
“I don’t understand. What sin?” you frowned.

“ We both have a hugh unforgivable sin my child, well I did but I have done my time and soon to be free. You, on the other hand, have not. You must redeem your soul or it shall be condemn forever” the cheerful look on his face had gone now.

“Redeem my soul? That’s your answer? I can’t even remember what the hell did I do to need redemption!” you started to raise your voice

“Something you can’t remember, at least for now, but you will when the time is come.” He look at you in content. His face looked sad “Would you like another drink?”
That disgusting liquid still etched deep in your throat so you shook your head. The man chuckled “I think so. Nobody ever really liked it anyway, not even me”

“I’ll only tell you few things you need to know. First, this is your castle, your new home, so make yourself comfortable.” *so it is a castle ha!* “Second, you shall find other things you need, other aswers you search in the highes tower of this very castle. Your servants here will show you around. You may order..no do whatecer you want with them, their lifes are yours” *Wow I’m the boss here huh… doesn’t seem to be much of a redemption* He rose to his feet “I shall leave you to finish your meal now, unless of course, you have another question”
You sat in silence for a brief moment. You think about what just happened for a moment. And then… the most terrify thought hit you, the only make sense answer you’d been thinking of but too afraid to ask. Finally you uttered your very last question. The one you wanted to know the moset “Am I dead?”

Smile returned to the old man’s face, yet somehow sadden it even more “No my dear” he paused “You are the Death” and with those last words he walked out that door, disappeared forever.