Bram Stoker's Dracula Novels & Stories

Plok. Seseorang keluar seraya bertepuk tangan ke arahnya. Druf menghadapnya waspada. Ia harap penglihatannya salah. Dr. Drake, lelaki beruban setengah botak tidak salah lagi. Paman Sam dulu pernah bercerita ia punya teman cerdas bernama Dr. Drake. Namun Dr. Drake terlalu memuja kecerdasannya, ia juga memuja keabadian. Penelitiannya selalu tentang vampir dan keabadian. Paman Sam bilang ijinnya dan gelarnya sebagai Doktor di cabut. Karena ia pernah menciptakan monster sejenis zombie yang membahayakan banyak orang. Jangan-jangan Elena adalah salah satu ciptaannya. Di belakangnya muncul lagi seorang pria dengan wanita. Mata vampirnya bisa melihat dengan jelas wanita itu, tapi tak bisa mengingat

tanyanya datar. Sang wanita tua mendekatkan bibirnya tepat di samping telinga pemuda yang berdiri di depannya. “Suatu hari ia akan datang padamu dan menjadi istrimu. Kau tenang saja.” ---ooo000ooo--- Di sebuah hutan yang sangat lebat dan ditumbuhi ribuan pepohonan rindang, terdapat sebuah bangunan megah yang sebagian besar yang biasa orang menyebutnya dengan sebutan kastil drakula. Berdiri di puncak bukit dekat brasov, Rumania, bangunan ini tampak begitu besar, mengagahi bangunan kecil rumah penduduk disekitarnya.

Mata Dracula di hadapanku melotot, tak sempat berlari karena cahaya yang begitu besar. Aku tidak ingin melewatkan kesempatan itu, dengan kecepatanku aku pun melesat untuk menusuk Dracula di bagian jantungnya. "Srufft," cairan berwarna biru lebam keluar dari jantung dan kedua sisi bibir Dracula itu. Mungkin ia tak menyangka dengan hanya sekali serangan aku bisa membuatnya terbunuh, "Kau yang meminta ini maka kau harus rela menerima kematianmu.." gumam aku. Tubuh Dracula itu, terbakar hingga menjadi serpihan abu.

I decided to test that in the morning. I never got into the whole vampire craze, so all my knowledge of vampire came from my collection of Blaxploitation movies—in particular Blacula and Scream, Blacula, Scream. I remembered how that African vampire had howled and screamed when he was reduced to ashes after being exposed to the sun. I wasn't all that anxious to recreate the experience. I've been ashy, but I don't want to be ashes. I could see my own reflection, but could I shape-shift? Didn't vampires turn into bats or mist or something? I concentrated until I felt like a serious dumbass because it was evident that I was not even close to changing into something else.

Cold whispered through the air and the temperature of the room dropped to freezing level. The power of an ascended. “What do you want with me?” I repeated before the cold froze off my tongue. “Why, to bring my despicable son to his knees and take over the world. Although I have no use for you after the first part”, Adraina replied, already at the door. “Your city is about to witness the hidden madness of the vampires in three days”. The only bulb lighting up the room went off and I couldn’t see squat. That was weird, I should be able to see in the dark at least.

The thick, tangled mess of hair covers parts of his face, making him appear more menacing than he already is. He runs his hand through those tangles, letting me see his glare in full. A small dribble of blood runs down the side of his head. The wound is deep and gruesome. It looks as if it should produce more blood than it is. “You’re bleeding?” I say with a barely audible shaky whisper. “Vampire 101, love, we tend to hold blood in areas that cannot be covered up. The head, neck, and hands remain seen by human eyes; therefore, blood accumulates there to keep one looking alive.” He looks at me with those devilish eyes.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Only one person would use such symbolic language. I picked up the vase with hands that trembled slightly. There was a card attached to a thin cord. The handwriting was not Cassius’s. It was strong, angular, almost engraved. “Dracula vampira. Thrives in darkness, but does not survive without a touch of light. Requires special care. Cannot be treated like the others. Some rare things need shadow to reveal their true beauty.” I read the words once, twice, three times. Each syllable was a balm on the open wounds of my soul.