Dracula returns


The sky outside shivered with the anticipation of lightning, the black clouds rolling on endlessly. Deep thunder echoed around the empty rooms of the icy palace, shattering icicles as they fell to the floor. The ground shook, and suddenly the sky was filled with bright lightning. Down below this storm, in a large littered room, full with junk, a cloud of black ashes swirled in the wind, until they were as tall as a man. Slowly under the dark sky, the ashes turned into the shape of a handsome man. Almost raven black hair pulled back into a ponytail with a magnificent clip, but with several strands of hair hanging down over the man's handsome chiselled features. His clothes were of a vague, old military style, gold trimming on a black coat. Slowly, and finally the ash formed a small gold hoop earring. Suddenly the air was filled with an unearthly scream, and a man stepped out of the ash man, screaming at the sky, his face livid his eyes angry beyond belief. The man fell to his knees and pounded the floor angrily and with inhuman strength, causing several cracks in the ancient stone floors. Count Vladislaus Dracula was back.