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<center><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEzNjQzOTE5MjExMDQmcHQ9MTM2NDM5MTkzMTQzNSZwPTM5MDEmZD1mbGFzaHRveXMmZz*xJm89ODlmZGJkY2ZlNzQ4/NGIxMTljNWU4MGI*N2RmZDBlMTEmb2Y9MA==.gif" /><span id="pyzam-fonteditor-start" style="display:none"></span> <div style="color: #898989;font: italic normal 14pt 'Comic Sans MS';text-align: center;"> Chapter 1, Childhood to King<br /> <br /> My name is Vlad Tepes, and my story begins here. I am the third Vlad in my family, Vlad<br /> Dracul; my father got the name Dracul once he joined the Order of the Dragon.<br /> The textbooks named me as, Vlad the Impaler. I have loved my home and have fought<br /> countless fights in order to protect it. I was born in Sighisoara, Transylvania in 1431.<br /> Growing up I heard of stories of the dragon, and the life span of one ranging for<br /> thousands of years. I too, will become “like a dragon” in the life span. You may know<br /> me better as Dracula, the first vampire, or Vlad, son of the dragon.<br /> I grew up with two older brothers and one younger. During my childhood, my studies<br /> were generally German and Latin. I learned to fight and other things not abnormal<br /> to this ages schooling.<br /> A day came when my father sent me as a detainee, held captive with the Ottomans.<br /> What reason should I as an heir live with such people? I did not respect them; I did<br /> not even try to fool them. They locked me in a dungeon deep underground.<br /> All I remember was how I wish for day, something other than the lone darkness here.<br /> Its funny that when you stay in the dark too long you grow pale white, and in the light<br /> too long you could crisp and burn.<br /> After many years, they released me after being beaten. When I returned to the light,<br /> I felt a terrible burning feeling. The sun felt closer to me then has ever felt before.<br /> It took time to get use to the light but I grew an obsession with darkness. I felt as if the<br /> world was casting me aside.<br /> The ottoman tried teaching me but I was too stubborn. They showed me the ways of<br /> impaling victims and showing no mercy. I even learned some of their Turkish talk and<br /> used it to despite them. Still when I was unleashed back into the day, I will never forget<br /> that feeling.<br /> <br /> Later in my life, a man and his men attacked my family and me. His name was John<br /> Hunyadi and he killed my father and one of my brothers. They buried my brother alive.<br /> I have dreams of them lowering the coffin and him inside with his arms crossed around<br /> his chest. This dream inspired me for the rest of my life to sleep and try to think as he<br /> would. My poor, poor brother, I will rise from the coffin one day like the one you<br /> should have. I will remember your final rest and keep it dear.<br /> <br /> Years went by and the Turks, the Ottoman, constantly ruined my years. I was fleeing to<br /> a safe place. Nights went by where I would travel. During those nights, it was as a<br /> guiding force was with me. I cannot put my finger on it but during the days, I would<br /> often fear my enemy could see me. This was different from staying in the shadows.<br /> I ran away to my uncle Bogdan II. There he took me in and I spent years hiding. One day,<br /> chopping wood for the upcoming winter, I could not get the visions of things that have<br /> happened. Learning impalement from the Turkish and wishing to do it to them who<br /> taught me it.<br /> <br /> Then I would have dreams of being back in that dungeon. Alone in the dark and how<br /> I came to like it. My eyes learned to adjust to the darkness. Despite it being pitch black<br /> most of the time, I could see many details. Like the bricks and bars, people often sent<br /> to the dungeon in fear. I no longer feared their screams. I no longer feared the sins that<br /> happened in my life<br />. I then started having dreams of my family killed by John Hunyadi. How that night<br /> changed my life. I stopped chopping wood and looked at a tree. It was full and solid<br /> with no rot. I chopped it down and before I knew it. I got half way done making a coffin.<br /> By the time it was done, my uncle comes outside and gives me a look of concern. He<br /> knew what I have been through but he did not encourage me fascinating too far into<br /> it. He would give me talks of religion and I would love to hear the stories of drinking<br /> red wine as well as the bread of life. The blood of a messiah, drink it and an eternal life<br /> is giving to you. I wanted eternal life so I studied the good book.<br /> <br /> Again, a day came when a family member of mine died. My uncle Bogdan II died and I<br /> fled against the wind. That led me to Hungary. I met many people there, friends,<br /> enemies, and common folk, rich people. My past became a distant shadow. Then one<br /> night the dreams came back. So again, I got a coffin.<br /> The ottoman people was starting war, fighting all those who got in their way or simply<br /> whomever they wanted to kill. They fought against a Christian movement, they fought<br /> against Constantinlope, and they even left their mark in Hungary. So I once again<br /> moved. This time I brought people with me. We traveled to Wallachia, such a familiar<br /> place indeed.<br /> <br /> To take back my land, I had to fight. The people that traveled with me helped as well as<br /> some in Wallachia. I headed to the castle with people screaming and houses on fire. It<br /> seems as though Vladislav II was the man in charge now. I left the place in the hands of<br /> John Hunyadi. It is funny that this is now me, Vlad Tepes Vs Vladislav II. We had such<br /> similar names. My men cleared the castle. It was no easy task. In the faint echoes of<br /> swords clashing, I stood before a king that was soon to fall. He stood with a royal crown<br /> on his head, a red velvet cape, dressed like a rich king.<br /> <br /> He had no sword so I threw mine to the ground. I went up to him, adrenaline pumping <br />through my veins I let out a scream as I suddenly charged him. We traded punches; I<br /> threw mine as he threw his. Each time the smacking sounds of our fists brought more<br /> pain. He asked why I did not join him, why I did not give up. Of all the things he asked<br /> me, I could not recall any answers. I just had knowledge of this land being mine.<br /> He grabbed my neck and dragged me down the stairs. It was dark, only the faint<br /> candlelight’s would flicker in the stale humid air. I grabbed his hand that was around<br /> my neck and squeezed it until I heard the sound of a breaking noise. With his other<br /> hand, he punched me in the face. I saw him at his most desperate moment. I came in<br /> throwing punches in all the ways I knew how.<br /> Finally, I saw nothing but a crippled man with a bent face. One last blow would do him<br /> in. I was on top of him, my knees on his shoulders so he could not lift his arms. My face<br /> now with dry sweat and my hands covered in blood. I lifted my fist with the whole<br /> universe inside me, the power I would now obtain with this final blow. I accepted the<br /> will of the gods and smashed his face one last time as I seen the man die.<br /> <br /> Therefore, it is 1457 and I sit on a throne as a king. The law in the kingdom and its land<br /> was in jeopardy. The wars that have happened left people with little hope. I will put an<br /> end to this war. I will outlast it, even if it means I have to kill every Turkish foe that<br /> comes into this land. I will have revenge.<br /> <br /> During this time of war and crime, I had to take action as a king. People were in no<br /> shape to defend the land. The money had very little value. The people would steal<br /> from businesses they worked at. There was little food. After the war, farmlands were<br /> burned down People wondered if I could be a fair king and rule this land. I had some<br /> ideas and I waited not.<br /> <br /> I had meetings with countless people. I set jobs for everyone. We had to build town<br /> houses and work on the farms. This way we could live and feed to our desires. I made<br /> the trades of the merchants limited to certain towns so I knew they had a good deal on<br /> their products. I reestablished schooling and gave the towns churches and faith. I<br /> prayed in these times for miracles and I found that in time this land would once again<br /> be great. <br /> I then turned my attention to the law and order of Wallachia. I let no thief or murderers<br /> go unpunished. Therefore, I established a new court and made new laws with my<br /> council. We sent men door to door reading these new laws to the people. These laws<br /> set for the people were enforced.<br /> <br /> I gave speeches to the men who wished to fight for our ways. Despite all the death<br /> these poor people have seen and the countless lives of loved ones taken, they said<br /> that my speeches gave them hope. Word got around and even more people joined in<br /> our forces. Therefore, I continued to give speeches and make different units of battle.<br /> <br /> We trained well as our archers would stand on the towers of my castle and aim at<br /> targets below. It was important to me that the people trained at their posts for when a<br /> war did happen. I found in my days experience in surroundings and comfort was keen.<br /> <br /> With merchants, farmers, workers, schooling, religion and military fix. In no time<br /> Wallachia was back up and running. The people seemed happy, and I have earned<br /> respect for my leadership. Crime went down and then once again we struck war.<br /> <br /> We did not do all the attacking; we had to have a strong defense as well. Battle after<br /> battle I aimed to win. With each night of victory and the blood of my enemies on my<br /> hands, I prayed that the blood was that which would give me eternal life. I wondered<br /> if I should drink it.<br /> <br /> War was tough so I had to make new friends to survive. Therefore, I allied with<br /> Matthias Corvinus, son of John Hunyadi. I cannot blame a son for his father’s mistakes<br /> and in time, Matthias showed to be quite loyal.<br /> <br /> These battles were simple minded though. We were once fighting over who controlled<br /> a river. If the losing side returned to that river, there would be a much greater battle. I<br /> even got some pay back from one of my brother’s killers. His name was Prince D&#259;ne&#351;ti,<br /> and I made him praise me in every way I could before I killed him and left him in a grave.<br /> <br /> I watched my side of the river and then a war began against the ottoman. It was to last<br /> three years and many people were against them. Even the pope at my time, which<br /> name was, Pope Pius 2nd set laws against the Ottoman. I loved it and at this age<br /> showed great love for such a war to begin.<br /> <br /> I had grown in a world of death and war. I have fought battles for my people, with<br /> godlike strength and a violent mind. I chopped off peoples heads and impaled them<br /> on stakes. I had a field where I impaled my enemies on stakes. My revenge was coming<br /> so ever close.<br /> <br /> I disguised myself as a Turkish man and fought everything from the Serbia to the black<br /> sea. With my disguise, I went right in their land and killed many people. Counting each<br /> one, I had killed. I had left a letter to their ruler giving the numbers ranging from 20-30<br /> thousand people.<br /> <br /> I had ceremonies religiously where I would eat bread and drink the blood of my<br /> victims. I think that it became an obsession. Sometimes I mixed the blood in with<br /> red rum giving a murderer a very appealing drink. It had such a wonderful taste.<br /> <br /> With more battles, our towns back at Wallachia grew in numbers. Our towns were rich<br /> and clean but the fields filled with thousands of people impaled on stakes. I to my<br /> enemies was a very cruel king, but to my people I was a known great defender. In time,<br /> the lands around me feared my people, and I loved me. The people had jobs, faith,<br />protection and schooling, which were free.<br /> <br /> Then it was time to meet my first wife. We fell in love and she understood me in ways<br /> no one else could. I loved her in ways no one else could. We would talk about our lives<br /> and she even loved me for my good and my bad, my rights and my wrongs. If you want<br /> to know more of this love story like Romeo and Juliette, you may want to read another<br /> book. Look up… Dracula!<br /> <br /> During the heat of the war I did accidentally mistaken a foe for friend. I guess you<br /> should blame a son for his fathers doing. As the son grows, he wishes to be nothing like<br /> his father, but as the boy turns old, he becomes like his father. It is all in our genes.<br /> <br /> Matthias Corvinus betrayed me and took me prisoner for crimes I did not do. So once<br /> again, for years on end I was in captive. I moved around from place to place,<br /> repeatedly. Now, after some time, I was released and soon to re-marry.<br /> <br /> Now I would like to note that Matthias Corvinus ruled over Hungary and in Hungary was<br /> a beautiful woman who admired me. Her name was Ilona Szilagyi and now the little<br /> secret; she was cousins with Matthias himself. So I married her and spent time in her<br /> house until I was released by Mr. Corvinus personally.<br /> <br /> We lived our lives until I looked into my reflection to see an old man. Forty-five may<br /> not seem as old to you in your time but in countless fights, left in dark dungeons time<br /> catches up with you. Then in the faint of a moment, I saw myself young again and in my<br /> prime. Drinking from the river my wife called my name and as I looked for her, she was<br /> just messaging me to come forth.<br /> <br /> Then I looked into my reflection. I saw myself young with blood dripping from both<br /> sides of my mouth. Then like a demon, I opened my mouth and had horrible teeth the<br /> size of fangs. Will I drink the blood of life Jesus had once promised? I was now a<br /> believer in Catholicism so I guess when the time is right, I will become forever.<br /> </div><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.0NXC.gif" /> <span id="pyzam-fonteditor-end" style="display:none"></span><br /> </style>

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