Dracula Lives!

Wine-red eyes glowed hatefully at his enemy, the dark-skinned dhampir and hunter of vampyr known to most as Blade. He had been a thorn in Dracula’s side since he and Rachel van Helsing followed him back through time. However, since Blade slew Rachel after the Vampyr King managed to avenge himself by finally making her his bride, it only served to infuriate Dracula more. The dhampir’s ability to sense the presence of the undead especially their king only made stealth difficult or for Dracula all but impossible. And now, dawn was fast approaching, and Dracula had made it to one of his strongholds and into the crypt where the stone sarcophagus he had been using since he left his coffin in 1976 was prepared. Once he was just within the large box, the Sun had risen and cast its light into the crypt. Dracula knew he was trapped, he roared in rage at the hunter as Blade raised his weapon poised for what he wanted to believe was the final stroke of his wooden dagger. The carved oak hit home when he then decided to shove another thin metal through the ribs as to ensure the heart was pierced and damaged. That would have been the end of Dracula and his hunt of the former Wallachian Prince, or so he hoped. He even drew an axe to behead him but a human who Dracula had saved earlier tackled Blade to the ground.

“Are you mad, man?” Blade shouted at the man who had stopped him from trying to end Dracula.

“You’ve already dealt him the final blow,” answered the man, “there’s no need to desecrate the body any further.”

Before any knew it, a large dead tree fell across the entrance to the crypt along with a large stone. Both blocking anyone who currently would want to go in. The two men were shocked.

“Well,” sighed the dhampir, “guess that’s it.”

The other man nodded and the two left the fortress, one heading for home, the other, for who knows where. Chasing whom he felt was the most powerful vampyr across time was certainly an adventure. Now Blade just needed to do was find out what to do next, he did not know how to get back to 1976 after all. At least he learned new languages during the chase, plus there were more nosferatu to hunt--and slay.

However, no one knew the Hidden Ones had used their magic to curse a mystical gem, The Cat. Once Dracula was in the stone box, upon sundown the spell would awaken and keep the box shut and the Vampyr King trapped. The Spell was made to only keep him sealed so long as he was within ‘good shape’ which is more than could be said for him when Blade was through. As such the spell only work at half strength and would fizzle out after maybe a few centuries or so. Afterall, no mortal, so they thought would have the strength to move it on their own.

The familiar sensation of his body regenerating itself, his senses coming to life again. He opened his eyes and saw nothing. He lifted his arms and used his hands to touch stone. His memories returning, he knew this was the stone lid. He did not have the strength to change into mist, but he did have the strength of 8 men at least in lieu of his usually 20. He lifted and shoved the lid to the side, then pulled himself up. He needed to regain his strength, he needed blood, and he certainly needed to know when he was, that is the current year or era. As he raised himself out, he saw answer to his problems and judging by appearance, a woman and she seemed to be in fear of him. Her state of mind was perfect, for he did not need to use much of his mesmerism to enthrall her closer. As she neared him, he motioned to what he could perceive as a zipper, he motioned for her to pull it down, she did. He watched as she unzipped to just below her ample breasts there by exposing her neck and plenty cleavage along with her bra. Vlad then wrapper her in his arms, one arm held her waist while his other hand tilted her head back and removed the strap under her chin of her strange headwear to fully reveal her throat. He proceeded to gently touch with a finger the tender skin, then pressed the tips of his elongated canines brushed against the smooth flesh of her bare throat. His fangs then punctured the skin and sank deep to pierce the carotid, his rough lips latched upon her supple neck and sealed his mouth over the wound as he drew her blood through is fangs directly from the artery. He could hear her enjoyment of his “kiss” escape her lips and feel her body quiver with pleasure. Vlad could feel more strength returning to him and through her blood, he shared her memories and learned he was in a new modern era as well as her name.

When he felt he was partially sated, he withdrew his fangs so he could get a better look at this woman, Selina Kyle. He lifted her up and removed her mask which seemed to be representative of a cat even her hands were covered with gloves that appeared to have claw-like extensions on each finger. Her memories showed Vlad that Selina loved animals but preferred cats. He examined her voluptuous body, then removed her mask to get look at her face and found her face to be eye-catching. The Vampyr King checked to see if she was breathing, and she was. He then checked and found his ‘blood’ had returned. Vlad learned from a scientist named Dr. Julia Hoffman that his people had enzymes (whatever an enzyme was) in their saliva and that is what changed blood to ichor and created a vampyr. The powerful nosferatu felt that Selina would probably rise in three days but because he remembered hospitals use blood transfusion, he decided to ensure it. He then positioned and held Selina and used her limp hand to pop out a ‘claw’ and draw the ichor from his veins then kept her head tilted back and parted her plump lips and allowed the dark liquid to pour down her throat. Vlad watched her smooth neck as the movement of her throat showed Selina had Swallowed, he smiled knowing that method accelerated the change within hours or so. He smiled as he climbed out of his stone bed and laid Selina gently on the floor, repositioned her mask, and then rezipped her outfit. He did not want his new bride to be found bleeding. He would take back the portion of his power she had when he took her fully.

“Selina,” he mentally muses, “In your tongue, the moon, how fitting.”

Vlad looked around, since Selina was originally a thief, he needs to stage this robbery, the Police that arrive will serve as her first meal. He grabbed some of his own heavy items and proceeded to smash some glass and gathered items he felt were of value to thieves and then made his way to the front glass door where he smashed the large glass window through the front door then left through it.