the undead killer

a man sits down in front of me his long black hair waving gently in the breeze his legs are crossed his right leg over his left. the muscles in the right leg are twitching as if he usually twitches hsi foot but hes trying not to. his arms are holding up his head in a fashion similar to that of a priest i take all this in before he speaks."are you the writer john h lilington?" my head cocks a little at the mention of my name" yes sir i am john lilington andi daresay i havent had the delight of making your acquantence(hope i spelled that right if not tell me)" he laughed a small spiteful laugh "you are not british so dotn try to speak like one child" i was furious at that last comment because i was about to hit my 28th birthday i was no child "i am not a child dear sir so if you wish to speak with me you better show at least that much respect" he laughed again but this was of general humor "you know your father said that to me when i spoke this tale to him. my name is vlad dracul and i am a vampire hunter." i laughed "vlad dracul is one of the mythic vampires why would he be a vampire hunter let alone in this dingy tavern the last i heard of vald he got torched by king wellington forty odd years ago" he looked into my eyes ~I am lord Vlad Dracul child i have lived since the first year of the now callendar which was 2013 A.D or 1 V.B~ "now do you believe me child?" i was trying to speak and no words came out only vlad was known to ~put a capital letter when you think of my name child or else~ jeesh he could even read my thoughts it frightened me ~only when i wish to child and that i needed to see if you believed me~ "will you bloody well stop that i need my thoughts to be private it is very disconcerting if they are not." to be continued

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