So, the reason I haven't posted in some time is that I've been busy, and reworking things so that it better reflects what I have in mind. This is my new prologue, or draft one. Have at thee, fearless critiques.
Please note, though, that I really like this. Many of the things you might not get will be accurate, but this is the voice I want to use to draw in my readers. Can't wait to hear what you think.
Thirst
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Prologue
Europe, 1791
Who am I? Surely, you should know on whose property you so freely trespass? Must I explain to your feeble mind? Most surely you shall know me hereafter.
Come, enter my study. Forgive the atlases and guides; I have a trip abroad in mind, but I’ll speak more on that later.
I am legend. No introduction is needed for me, and he is a fool who asks one of me. From this fortress, I rule with iron will. None shall oppose me because none can. Yet, I confess I grow weary. This place is not enough for me when there is still so much more I could rule.
I am genius. I study all the night long, plotting, planning, perfecting. No mere nightmare is my existence. For centuries I have hunted and hidden behind a cloak of fear and superstition. Soon, I shall don a shroud of ignorance and manners. I shall wear nobility, titles and breeding, and let my preys modern thoughts convince them of my sincerity. And I shall gorge myself on their theater, their opera, their politics, their society, their history…their blood. No cross shall stop me there. I shall rule the modern world as entirely as I rule this world of ancient fears.
I am death incarnate. I am master of all, robbing the life force from veins and hearts where I will, bestowing eternal life on those I choose. My Favorite is fair, with palest blue eyes, and winning smiles that grace her majestic, pale face. If only she were not so new, so uncontrollably thirsty. I shall give her another century to grow, or I shall be forced to destroy her. That would pain me. But, I do not believe she is unequal to the test.
I must see about a house in the land I am going to. This place, this castle of ancient wonders, shall be occupied no longer. For the first time in six centuries, those who I rule here shall sleep safely. They shall not clutch their children to their breasts on St. George’s Day, as they do now. Fools! I shall return after I have conquered that new land. Someday, perhaps a millennium from now, I shall rule all the earth in death and nightmares.
I shall write and obtain the services of a solicitor. Yes, that is a most modern thing to do. He will aid me in my search for a house.
My Favorite shall come with me. Her sisters shall join us, as well. They will soon have new companions in that land of smog and civilization. I intend to let my family grow. After all, these humans are but peasants, and I shall be King of all. What is a King, though, if he only rules paupers? My children must increase, glorious and terrible, to reflect my glory, the glory of the King of Kings! What joy I shall take from them, my children of the night.
Who am I? I am he who is forever. I am Count Dracula.
And who are you, dearest trespasser? I care not. But, now, you are mine. You shall be one more of my children. You may hate me for a time, but in the short space of some two hundred years, you will love me, and call my “Father” with affection.
I really have no interest in letting you live any longer. Your blood calls to me. Surely you must see there is no escape. Now, I command you, remove that scarf from around your neck. Do not tremble as I sink my teeth into your flesh. It is the last pain you shall ever know.
Ahh...I bid you welcome.
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