Dracula’s not That Dark, or so I Thought

We had been in the same jail for about a week. He had been put in here a day after I was. I had stolen a few gems of the royal family, so I was going to be in here for a while. And he still hasn’t told what he was in here for yet, but I’m going to get to him. Some have said he drinks blood. So I’m going to hope for the best. Oh, by the way, his name was Dracula.


“I think you’re not as dark as you want people to believe.” I said to Dracula. I had been trying to get to him since he got in here. He hadn’t said a word, but it had to be today. It was killing me slowly inside. And at that moment, he looked at me. He looked at me with astonishment, like I just stepped over the line.


“What did you just say?” he asked almost hurt.


“You heard what I said.” I had to get him riled up. “You’re probably just some scam. You know, I thought you were some magnificent man that had these powers. I actually believed the stories about you. The ones telling of how you drank the blood of humans.”  I definitely had crossed that line. He had ran up to me so fast and pinned me against the cold stone wall like a bull.


“Are you doubting me?” he growled. His grip was so tight around me arms that I thought his fingers were going to pierce right through.


“Hey, calm down Mr. tough guy!” And I made it worse. Now it really felt like his fingers were in my arms. “Look, I didn’t mean anything bad by that. I just want to get to know you. You haven’t said a word since you got here. I don’t know what you did, but if you’re in here, you must be in here for a while. So what’s so bad about us getting to know each other a little?” I looked desperately at him, just hoping he would let me go. He squinted his eyes and tilted his head, then let go. I let a huge sigh of relief. I really thought I was a gonner. He walked back to the corner he was originally sitting in and I my own. I looked at him once more with what little light we had from the torch. I knew that he knew I was looking, but he didn’t bother to start up the conversation. So, we continued to sit there in silence.


“You really think I’m a magnificent man?” he asked quietly. I didn’t know what to say. He was actually talking to me.


“Well, yeah. I’ve heard many stories of you drinking blood. I thought that could only be done by some… I don’t know what to call it, but you know what I mean.” I glanced at him and he was staring directly in my eyes. His eyes were like none other I had ever seen. They had this multi colored glimmer in them. It was so strange. When I looked at them, that gave me a chill, like I was a lamb waiting to be captured in the claws of a lion.


“Do you believe in them?”


“Since I was a little boy,” I said, still enchanted by the eyes.


“They’re true.” That’s when my heart started to beat like a drum. “Why so tense now?” he asked devilish. I was asking myself the same question. Ever since my father told me the stories, I wanted to meet him. I wanted to see if was real and now that I have the chance, I can’t get out a single word. “What is your name?” And just like that I snapped out of the trance.


“What?” I asked


“What is your name?”


“Oh, ah, Gavrill.”


“Do you really know who I am?” he asked.


“Not really.”


“Would you like to?”


“Of course,” I said, surprised he asked me that. He stood up and and walked over the gated doors that were our only way out of this rotten place.


“How about a deal?”


“What kind of deal?” I asked very curious.


“I get us out of here in return of you becoming my servant.”


“What?” I was not going to become someone’s servant. “How can I trust you?” He turned around and pierced my soul again with his devious eyes.


“Because, I don’t go back on my word. And where are you going to get staying here? Life being my servant will be much better than any royal servant. Trust me, I’ve seen how they’re treated. You want to live and know more about this world, you’ll take this offer.”


“And how do you suppose we’ll get out of here?”


“Do you trust me?” I had a bad feeling about this, but this could be my only chance to get out of here. I only had one choice, and little did I know that that choice was going to be the best and worst decision of my life.


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