Dracula (A Modern Telling) by Victor Methos Read Free Book Online Page B

the front door anywhere. But I did see a large oak door and I opened it. A staircase was leading down. It was dark down there, the floor just dirt. Soft, almost silky dirt, but still just dirt.
    Some coffins were lying around. I thought they were boxes at first but I could see from the engravings that they were coffins. I opened two of them and they were empty. I couldn’t open the third one.
    I also saw large boxes. Like wooden crates. Several of them were stacked against the wall and I started opening them. It was dark down except for the light of a few candles and I don’t know if I’ve grown numb to it or if I’m just out of my head, but I wasn’t afraid.
    In the third one, buried so deeply in dirt that only his face was showing, was the Count.
    He looked dead. He was grayish-white and his eyes were closed. I said something to him, something about breakfast, but he didn’t open his eyes. So then I tried to see if I could wake him or if he was actually still alive. But I couldn’t do it.
    I was about to turn away when h is eyes burst open and he hissed like a snake. I jumped back and fell on the ground. I looked for anything to grab to fight him off but then I noticed that he hadn’t left the box. His eyes remained open and he was baring his horrible teeth, but he hadn’t woken up.
    I’m sitting back in my room now, wondering what the hell I should do.
     

June 26 th
     
     
    Last night I tried to kill the Count. I hit him with a shovel that was in the basement. I hit him over and over and over again. But it didn’t do anything. It was like his head was made of rock. His face was twisted in a such a hateful glare that I lost my willpower and went upstairs.
    In the evening tonight, the Count found me on the stairs. He came to me and said, “You will be leaving tomorrow morning. I think you’ve gotten enough for your interview.”
    “I want to go now. Tonight.”
    “What about your baggage?” he said with a grin.
    “I’ll send someone for it later.”
    “My driver’s not here.”
    “I’ll walk, I’ll gladly walk.”
    He grinned again. “I won’t keep you if you don’t want to stay.” He walked to a door and flung it open. It led into the great hall and I saw the front door. He walked over to it and I followed as he unbolted it and flung it open.
    My heart couldn’t handle the excitement I was feeling and I was just about to break into a sprint when I heard those wolves. I could see them just outside in the courtyard. They were leaping with excitement and those horrible red jaws were snapping in a frenzy. One of them saw me and growled. He sprinted for the door, his eyes locked on me. He was nearly inside the home when I saw the Count step aside, giving it a clear shot. It’s eyes were locked onto mine, a look of terrible death coming over it.
    “No, shut it. Shut the door I’ll leave in the morning. Count, shut the door!”
    The Count laughed as he slammed the door shut.
     

June 30 th
     
     
    This might be the last blog entry I make. Last night I heard the three women and the Count’s voice near my room. He was telling them that tomorrow night … I don’t know, tomorrow night … something. I opened the door and saw the three women there, nude and beautiful and the most frightening things I had ever seen. One of their heads looked like a skull with hair and she laughed at me as they ran away.
    I’m climbing back down to where the Count sleeps. These doors have locks and I bet he doesn’t trust anyone else with the keys. I think I’ve seen them on him. I’m going to take his keys and I’m either going to escape or I’m going to die.
    Mina, forgive me for everything.

To: [email protected]
    From: [email protected]
    Subject: what’s up
    Date: May 9, 2012
     
    Hey Lucy, I got your present. That was awesome, thank you. Sorry I haven’t emailed you in a while but I’ve been super busy. Your FB post this morning was sooooo funny.
    To answer your question, Jon’s