Dracula 41: Battle in Hell-Demon vs The DevilDracula 41: Battle in Hell-Demon vs The Devil by katerinaaqu
The two friends were standing there, with their heads directed upwards at the huge stonewalls that were extending to their whole, royal height up to the sky. The wind was howling like a pack of wolves up to the huge towers as if screaming for the intruders to go away…as if they were trying to scare them. Joey’s neck was almost broken in his attempt to keep his head leaning backwards as it could be in order to look up at the stonewalls but also at the castle bridge-gate that was now raised and shut. He pouted his lips.
“Great!” he said sarcastically, “Now how do we get in?”
No sooner had he finished his phrase and he felt Yami’s strong hand yanking, or better grabbing the cloth to the back of his nape and the next thing he did was to release an animalistic growl, bestirring himself and then leaping high, half dozens of feet off the ground, onto the wall, using it to leap himself once more to the other wall from the other side of the gate and vic
Dracula 40: Get ready for the Battle!Dracula 40: Get ready for the Battle! by katerinaaqu
Yami needed at least two hours and three flasks of absinthe in order to stop shaking. The memory of the dream was still so fresh to his mind that he could still feel his back burning as if it was re-opened again with the hot knife and cauterized with the melted metal that gave him the scar on his scapula once and for all. It was by far the most vivid and most terrifying dream, no, nightmare he ever had, and that, for Yami the Executioner who had more than enough of bad dreams for more than 40 years, meant a lot. People at Mai’s house (cause this is where everyone was sleeping) were now wide-awake by Yami’s screams and were now trying to deal with him.
“Come on…come on Yami…” Tea said almost tenderly giving him another glass of water, which Yami downed once more greedily, spilling some of it with his shaking hand.
Tea had never expected see Yami like this. She had seen him in all kind of emotional state. In the beginning she had seen him cold and sarc
Stoker Loves GothettaA lightning bolt struck in the dismal looking clouds high above the Vampire School castle –a ghastly and lonely set of stone towers that held secretively – a teaching place for young blood sucking monsters.Stoker Loves Gothetta by WeisseEdelweiss
Inside, old Professor Oxsblood wrote notes on chalk, tapping away at the surface as he talked about on and on about the history of hypnosis and how it came to be. Hum drum , they had already learned the skill; however this was now what the old vampire delightedly announced an advanced class, one that would take weeks of exams, studying and field work.
Klot childishly scribbled his notes in crayon on lined paper. His large, ill formed letters barely made coherent sense –meanwhile the rubbish imagery that polluted the rest of it.
Oskar sat attentively, while Ashley, half heartily blinked, not able to write his own notes as a pile of ash, and would have to wait for someone to copy his notes.
Stoker wouldn’t do it. Not this time. He had better thi