“I must go back,” the priest exclaimed.
Vlad moved swiftly. Snatching up one of the long, sharp stakes, he rammed it up through the thick man’s body until it exploded out of his skull.
I turned away, sickened as brain matter splattered me. I heard the second man cry out as I was showered with droplets of blood.
“Go! Never return! I have spared you,” Vlad shouted.
The remaining villager ran from the castle screaming. The wolves rushed after him nipping at his heals, spurring him on faster.
“Do not kill him! Frighten him, but do not spill his blood! For his obedience in delivering my message, he will have my protection,” Vlad declared stalking about the courtyard with triumphant fervor.
His two victims were hanging on their stakes: one dead, the other dying. I could not bear to look at them. This form of death seemed too horrible to witness for it was the death my father had also suffered.
My blood fever was gone. The rush of power faded. I covered my breasts with my hands in shame.
What had overcome me?
Vlad was flushed with power. His eyes glowed brightly. He was truly magnificent when he indulged in his own evil. He grabbed Ariana and began to ravish her right there, surrounded by the carnage and his own guards. Elina sulked away into the shadows as Cneajna faded away dejectedly.
I moved away slowly feeling quite tired. I knew the day was approaching, but some of my lethargy was from the emotional trauma of the night. Deep despair, heights of euphoria, flashes of anger, had all drained me.
“Glynis,” Vlad called out to me.
I turned to see him watching me as Ariana covered his chest with kisses.
“You see, we are the same. Seducers and killers of mortals. ”
I closed my eyes tightly so I would not see the bodies of the men we had killed being dragged away by the servants.
“No,Vlad, we are not. ”
Ariana giggled as she tugged at Vlad’s clothing. His eyes were dark and cunning as he gazed upon me. It was all too obscene to absorb. Blood and gore were splattered everywhere and the two of them were virtually ripping each other apart in a sexual frenzy while Vlad tried to converse with me.
“You shall see the truth, Glynis. I promise you, you will see the truth. ”
I left them to their passion and sought refuge in the chapel tombs below the castle.
And here I sit, waiting for the dawn, writing down all that has occurred.
I have decided that I have no choice.
I will fight the hunger.
I will not be what Vlad is.
I must defeat him and the hunger.
I must.
Chapter 14
The Journal of Lady Glynis Wright
The Castle
13th of September, 1819
Am I doomed to fail in my resolve? This night has been torture from beginning to end.