Another gem I found in one of the cellars, a transcript provided from the hallowed eve of June 22, 1457. The night I took the soul of a beautiful young Bavarian maiden, fusing it with my own for all eternity. I have highlighted my dialogue in bold and the young mistress (known only by her first initial "D") is in italics. She had willingly and unknowing of the legend of Count Grishnackh spent the night inside my chambers.
(awakening from my eternal rest):
Night has come
Please....... let me go
Your apprenticeship has just begun
What have you done to me?
I've initiated you into the mysteries
<D screamed, ran towards the chamber doors>
There is no one to hear you
No hope of rescue
No possibility of escape
What do you want from me?
Absolute devotion and the pleasure of your music,
in return I offer you the secret sought by man since
the dawn of time...eternal life
Embrace me willingly and your passage will be painless
Resist me and you will agonize until the end of time
I will drink from you slowly until you embrace me as your
master. Soon enough..... you..... will beg me....for....deliverance
<"D" tries to resist, but finds her will weakening and desire growing>
You have spirit "D" and a fierce will to live.
They will serve you well in the centuries to come
It is now time to taste the blood of your master
You stand at the threashold of mortality, it is only
your desire, life or death?
Life
Recently discovered documents by one Oskar Klem, a young, well-educated construction worker performing routine maintenance work on the wine cellar of the Chateau currently in the possession of a well-known, though un-named industrialist, speak otherwise of what transpired that night.
These secret documents, first obtained by a rogue, arthritic member of the Hapsburg dynasty were thusly secreted out of the country and placed for safekeeping with the priest Wilhelm Kreutz, which he kept upon his person until his death in October of 1487. Upon his passing, the secret transcript of the actual events disappeared.
We now have knowledge that the Bavarian fought valiently to maintain her earthly virtue until the very end. Although tiny in stature and faced with such a formidable opponent, she used her fists, the broken leg of a chair, shards from a fallen mirror, to fend off the evil one. Even as he tore her dress and laughed, "aha ahaaa" she glared into his wolfen eyes with a teutonic defiance not even he, the evil one had hitherto countenanced. This only drove him on, until at last she succumbed, the heat evoked by the skirmish, the hot breath of the wolf upon her throat as he pulled back her flaxen hair, unable to resist the power of the dark one as he sank his teeth into her neck.
I like stories.
