Iscariot
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Category:
1 through F › Dracula
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,650
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Dracula, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Iscariot
Iscariot:
Prologue, Shrove Tuesday, 2000:
“Abraham, I see that once again you are beaten by your own reflection.” He smirked.
Abraham slowly turned around to reveal to him what only his darkest dreams could fathom. A darken clad figure, with floor-length trench coat, and cat-like eyes, was now demonically grinning at Abraham’s foolish thoughts.
“I–I thought that I finished you off years ago.” Abraham sputtered, astonished that after all this time, he was still haunted by the one demon that he couldn’t shake, nor can the world.
The dark figure slowly backed Abraham up against the corner of a wall in his daughter’s flat in the blackened hallway right outside her roommate’s room, and leaned his left arm up against the wall
“Do you honestly think that you can crucify in the name of the Lord the one that has blasphemed in the Lord’s face, once upon a time…?! Do you honestly think that you can kill Satan, himself…?! Tell me Abraham, do you honestly think that you can kill the undead…?! I have created you, and all that you have become… Just as I shall be within the blood of your kin!!”
“You have nothing to me, nothing whatsoever...”
“On the contrary, Abraham, I do. I have your blood already running through my veins. Your daughter is of my blood, remember that fateful night when your attempt to capture me failed you…?!”
“But I thought… How in hell’s name?!” Abraham sputtered, astonished that his archrival was here, in the immortal flesh.
“Exactly, Abraham. How in hell’s name...?! Your daughter, Mary is it… She is quite beautiful… Dare I say it... She’ll make a very good disciple of mine.” The dark figure smirked.
“So help me God…!! If you lay a hand upon my daughter… I’ll see you finally dead!!”
“On the contrary, it’s your blood that I shall see upon my hands!!” The dark figure slowly turned, and like a black panther in pursuit of his prey, he turned and began to leave Abraham to wallow in his own selflessness thoughts.
“Dracula, wait!!” Abraham called out, as Dracula began to glide down the steps.
“What is it Abraham? You know this is out of your hands, now. Mary is mine, and you damn well know it!” Dracula slowly turned to Abraham, and shook his head in utter disgust at the Abraham’s relentlessness.
Abraham sighed. “I guess that you are right, Dracula.”
At this Dracula smirked, drawing closer to Abraham. “Continue.”
“Mary cannot fully be of your blood, you understand that.” Abraham continued.
“There is truth in that. What are you getting after?” Dracula questioned, becoming slightly annoyed with Abraham.
“I offer you my body, in exchange for Mary’s. Swear it that you will not harm her in anyway whatsoever, and you can sacrifice mine in return… This isn’t her fight, it’s yours and my very own. ”
“Agreed.” Dracula said. With his kiss of seductive death, he sank his fangs into Abraham’s jugular vein, and drained him of his life.
Prologue, Shrove Tuesday, 2000:
“Abraham, I see that once again you are beaten by your own reflection.” He smirked.
Abraham slowly turned around to reveal to him what only his darkest dreams could fathom. A darken clad figure, with floor-length trench coat, and cat-like eyes, was now demonically grinning at Abraham’s foolish thoughts.
“I–I thought that I finished you off years ago.” Abraham sputtered, astonished that after all this time, he was still haunted by the one demon that he couldn’t shake, nor can the world.
The dark figure slowly backed Abraham up against the corner of a wall in his daughter’s flat in the blackened hallway right outside her roommate’s room, and leaned his left arm up against the wall
“Do you honestly think that you can crucify in the name of the Lord the one that has blasphemed in the Lord’s face, once upon a time…?! Do you honestly think that you can kill Satan, himself…?! Tell me Abraham, do you honestly think that you can kill the undead…?! I have created you, and all that you have become… Just as I shall be within the blood of your kin!!”
“You have nothing to me, nothing whatsoever...”
“On the contrary, Abraham, I do. I have your blood already running through my veins. Your daughter is of my blood, remember that fateful night when your attempt to capture me failed you…?!”
“But I thought… How in hell’s name?!” Abraham sputtered, astonished that his archrival was here, in the immortal flesh.
“Exactly, Abraham. How in hell’s name...?! Your daughter, Mary is it… She is quite beautiful… Dare I say it... She’ll make a very good disciple of mine.” The dark figure smirked.
“So help me God…!! If you lay a hand upon my daughter… I’ll see you finally dead!!”
“On the contrary, it’s your blood that I shall see upon my hands!!” The dark figure slowly turned, and like a black panther in pursuit of his prey, he turned and began to leave Abraham to wallow in his own selflessness thoughts.
“Dracula, wait!!” Abraham called out, as Dracula began to glide down the steps.
“What is it Abraham? You know this is out of your hands, now. Mary is mine, and you damn well know it!” Dracula slowly turned to Abraham, and shook his head in utter disgust at the Abraham’s relentlessness.
Abraham sighed. “I guess that you are right, Dracula.”
At this Dracula smirked, drawing closer to Abraham. “Continue.”
“Mary cannot fully be of your blood, you understand that.” Abraham continued.
“There is truth in that. What are you getting after?” Dracula questioned, becoming slightly annoyed with Abraham.
“I offer you my body, in exchange for Mary’s. Swear it that you will not harm her in anyway whatsoever, and you can sacrifice mine in return… This isn’t her fight, it’s yours and my very own. ”
“Agreed.” Dracula said. With his kiss of seductive death, he sank his fangs into Abraham’s jugular vein, and drained him of his life.