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 Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:20 pm
The only obstacle that stood in my path was the two-ton sandstone door. On the door was different from most old fashioned stone doors. Symbols covered the entire body of the door, and each letter acted as a trigger to unlock the door in pressed and arranged in the right order. Most of the symbols had something to do with the elements, times of day, and nocturnal creatures; on the center of the door was an alchemy circle with two revolving triggers, each was a circle and the larger on incased the smaller one.
The entire group was puzzled at which was to turn the locks, but I had utter confidence in my treasured Book of the Damned. It had not led me a stray as of yet, and I doubted that it would in the future as well. I looked at the page that mentioned “The Lock of Time,” and the pictograms and diagrams explained quite marvelously; each individual symbol stood for an even in time, and each element that had to do with that event, as well as the time of day.
The passage spoke of the time of the Master of Darkness’s birth. If you followed the Blood Prince’s legend and what was contained within the book itself, he was born in Ancient Romania, in a time before time itself. The first Blood Moon occurred on the eve of his birth and continued until he was born.
I contemplated what would be the best method for opening the door, and glancing down at the book I noticed that the book mentioned to press the two elements that led to the merging of the Blood King’s soul, which were in the legend fire and darkness. I approached the door, with anxious eyes watching me, and began to move the first larger circle to the symbol for Vampyre, and placed it directly below the arrow. The stone moved with a loud stone rubbing against stone sound, and after which it made a low mechanical unlatching noise.
The second smaller lock held the phases of the moon as well as the time of day, so naturally I moved the symbol for the full moon directly below the blood arrow. Again just as I did the same release, and unlatching noise occurred. What was left was to press fire and darkness, which were directly opposite of each other above and below the circle locks. The trick was to press them at the same time.
“Gabriel hold the book for me would you?” I asked, and handed him the book. I did press them both at exactly the same time. We heard a slight rumble. “Stand back,” I ordered.
I heard a chain start to move, and the door began to slid up the sides of the wall, and began to disappear above us. I gently took the book back from Gabriel and stood in awe. What was behind the door made smiles stretch across all of our faces.
The resting place.
We had found it, and to top it all off in the very center of the treasure filled tomb was a pure golden jewel incrusted sarcophagus with jade incrust symbols. It was shaped similar to a Victorian style coffin. The sarcophagus was held up on a marble platform that was decorated with Grecian style graffiti. The coffin is what held my ultimate goal. The symbols spelled out Dracula and behind his first name was the strange symbol that was meant to be his last name, which still stumped me utterly.
The room was relatively light for it being shut off from the rest of the world, and you could see everything inside the room well. We began to proceed into the sand covered room, and I noticed something on the sandstone walls. On the walls were Grecian illustrations that told the lore of the Vampyre Lord. Vampyre legends covered the length of the walls, and were meant to be a remembrance to his greatness.
I noticed two in particular.
The first was a illustrated painting of the Vampyre King’s true form, and the bizarreness of it was unbelievable; he had black feathered angel wings, which in itself was unlike most depictions of a Nosferatu’s true form. It was ironically how I pictured a Vampyre’s true form; I had since I was a teenager. How strange was that some much of the writings and paints depicted what I perceived Vampyric creatures to be?
The second was a painting on the Blood King setting on a throne with a crown and a river of blood flowing beneath the throne; it was the Throne of Judgment that the book mentioned. Many of the people in the paintings were being engulfed in flames to represent sin and others were drinking from glasses filled with blood; those were meant to represent the ones worthy of eternal life.
The sarcophagus was my ultimate and only gold; it was what I had been searching so desperately to find for all these years. The fact that the chamber was covered with enough gold and jewels to rebuild the Egyptian empire did not sway my interest in the masterpiece of the breath-taking coffin. As I approached the sarcophagus I noticed that it was decorated with pictograms and fancy loopy lines that were pure jade, and jewels all around the edge of the lid. In the top center was the picture of a pure black jade dragon, with ruby eyes, and painted scales, and wings.
I proceeded to walk behind the coffin to get a better look, and anger filled me at what I saw. The greedy diggers were filling there packs with gold and jewels; they were grave robbing of all things! Grave robbing was something that infuriated me to the point of tremors to see someone steal from the dead.
How dare they?
Gabriel approached the sarcophagus as furious as I was, yet he kept better containment of his fury. I ran my hand over the lid of the casket and it was extremely warm, which was odd for a hidden coffin. They usually stayed below the freezing point, yet my anger did not subside. Gabriel smiled, and placed his broad hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t worry, they’ll get what’s coming to them. I can assure you of that. What is done comes back to haunt those how dare to test the laws and faith.” He murmured, and sighed at the beauty of the coffin. “It’s beautiful.” he looked at it and an odd expression was on his face when I looked up at him.
“What’s wrong, Gab?” I stated, confused.
He pointed to a diamond shaped hole directly on the side of the casket. It looked strangely similar to the hole on the Book of the Damned which was the lock to unlock it. It was a perfect diamond. “Is that a lock?” he asked, confused.
I nodded, and pondered if the golden key to unlock the treasured book would unlock the glorious sarcophagus as well. I reached into my denim jean pocket and pulled out the key, and gently placed it into the lock. What a surprise, it fit! I twisted the key in a clockwise turn, and a loud mechanical device unlocked. The sound was echoed by a release in air pressure and white air coming from the place where the lid and body connected.
It worked!
Smiles lit up both Gabriel’s face as well as mine, and this was the moment of truth. Gabriel looked up toward the diggers. “Gran boysti furanna mioun la colatram benkna, jara.” he ordered in their language, which meant in English. “You three come help me with this coffin lid, please.”
Three diggers came to help him, while the other’s still worked at greedily collecting treasure for the their own personal gain. Gabriel pointed toward the sides of the coffin. “Graa michja jan.” he stated. Translated that sentence meant. “One on each side.” They did as he told them, one of the on each side, one at head and two at the bottom, along with Gabriel at the top on the side next to me.
They each grabbed the lid, and he counted in English. “1.…2...3!” When he got to three they all three used all of their strength to lift the massive lid off. They moved it to the ground opposite of where I was standing.
I peered inside, and what lye there shocked me. The ancient corpse looked as if it were just starting to go through the decomposing process. He had to be at least one thousand years old and his flesh was still in the form of pallid skin; you could see his bones clearly in some places as if an acid were eating away at this once proud figure. It was very unusual to see fair skin on an ancient corpse, unless they were freshly deceased.
What was the cause of this strange pale color in his ancient body? Something caught my attention, his dress attire. It was that of the Victorian era, much to recent to be as old as he was. He wore faded and torn, black cotton trousers, and what was left of a black leather belt with a pure gold buckle. His shirt was a flesh stained, white cotton dress shirt.
His face was the most decomposed, yet I could tell that he bore a distinct chin and what was left of a once breath-taking face, I guessed. His partly left lips uncovered shockingly perfect ivory teeth, and even more shocking two larger than normal canines, two pairs of them. His eyes lay closed peacefully and slight ebony eyebrows hovered over them. I could tell that his hair was once a shinny ebony and that it was in a ponytail, but patches were missing.
His sleeve covered arms were resting high on his chest, and were in a slight Egyptian fashion; his hand stacked on top of the other, and the frilly sleeve covered them a tiny bit. Just like his teeth, his long pointed fingernails were still in tact. His teeth and his fingernails were in the predatory fashion; this creature must have been the result of an unknown abnormality in the genetic pool, half-human, half predator. I could see now why he was the source of many legend and folklore, a king.
The father of the Vampyre superstition.
I recalled a passage from the Book of the damned which spoke of awaking the father. Curiosity took hold me; even through I figured it was just a desperate plea of an occult follower to bring the dead to life, and since he was still deceased it could not work, could it? I turned to the page that spoke of the king’s slumber and sure enough there was a spell. The book mentioned that only the Chosen One shall have the power awaken the Dark Lord, and that she would have a connection with the Dark One more than any who came before.
The spell simply said in English. “Oh, mighty Lord, I call upon thee to awaken from thy dreadful slumber, and rule upon the land of the mortals. Awaken, my king,” and a strong urge within my mind and body wanted me to say the spell. I did not argue within myself.
I started to open my mouth, but Janie came up behind me and cut me off before I could even speak. It was as if she knew what I was doing. “Don’t say that spell!” She warned. “You’ve seen the mummy!” Informed Janie.
“Yeah, but he’s defiantly not Imoteap.” I explained, calmly, and glancing at the great king. “He’s just a misunderstood creature with an uneducated peoples saw as a monster, while other’s saw him as a god.” I stated, never taking my eyes off the body.
“You’re so dramatic!” she stated, yet her expression was stern. Apparently I did not ease her worry. “But spells are meant to make things happen that normally can’t. Being Pagan I have a better understanding this. Just look at him…” She ordered. “He has fangs, and claws for goodness sake! That’s not normal, and not very long ago you would have already made the connection, and see that he’s not a normal creature. Why do you think primitive people worshiped him…it was because of his appearance and power? Come on Amber, you’re looking at a creature that was meant to hunt humans, don’t be stupid!” She spoke with the knowledge of a Pagan Priestess.
Gabriel had noticed the conversation, and his hand cupped my shoulder again. He tilted his head to look at me, showing his teeth in an enthusiastic smile. His glance turned to Janie for a brief moment.
“And Janie as a Pagan witch you should know that even with dark magic dead people cannot be awoke from eternal slumber. Dead people stay dead, and you have to know this. You know logically that supernatural Vampyres cannot possibly exist, therefore how can a simple spell awaken a creature not of supernatural origin.” He stated with a logically knowledge.
It was like I was in the middle of a war of logical reasoning and magical reasoning. Janie was the voice of warning, while Gabriel was the more logical voiced person. My mind had sided completely with Gabriel, because I knew that Vampyres at least of the supernatural kind could not exist, even though I wanted them to desperately. That meant that a spell no matter if the magic was of a dark origin could awaken this creature.
Janie’s voice was stern. “If we die, you better believe that I’m going to kick your muscled a** in the pit of hell, Gabriel Von Moron!” She threatened toward him.
Gabriel laughed in his uniquely animal like tone. “Such harshness, when you speak! If we die, is the key point Janie, dear.” He assured her, convinced that nothing would happen, putting emphasize on the words “If” and “we.” He turned toward me. “What’s the harm in reading it, really?” He asked, rhetorically.
An argument started.
I decided to listen to Gabriel, and while Janie and Gabriel exchanged verbal blows, I read. “Altmtilca demenzal ockna dragastea monstra tecknal beckni. Dragostraica tranki.” I read with a perfect Romanian accent. The strange thing was that my voice echoed throughout the cavern with power, and it silenced the grave robbing diggers, and made them freeze in place, with pure fear.
Janie screamed with frustration, and she would not admit it, but fear as well. The diggers screamed out “Demonic beast,” and something about a prophecy in Romanian. All of us froze hearing and feeling was sounded like a tremor, because the ground shook and so did the walls of the cavern. Sand and dirt fell from the stone ceiling of the chamber. Was it an earthquake?
Everyone besides Gabriel and I screamed looking at the coffin, because a thick, white, and swift fog rose out of the casket, and rushed over the ground with monstrous speed. The spookiest thing was the demonic and echoing whisper that filled the room. In a matter of seconds the room was filled with the white vapor.
Janie was right; what have I done?
The fog encircled everyone except me, because when the fog began to encase me the book glowed brightly and an orb floated from the center of the book. With a flash of red light the orb turned into a clear bubble like barrier around me. The wicked thing was that crimson lighting shot throughout the bubble and when it touched my skin, it glowed with brightness; what was this?
I heard Janie’s voice. “I can’t see!” she panicked. “Amber are you okay?” the concerned nature of Janie’s voice made me want to look for her, yet I noticed something.
I listen for Gabriel’s voice among the screaming diggers, yet it was in vain. His voice was not amongst them. Was he okay? I had to figure out why he was not speaking, could it be fear?
I could not help but glance at the resting cause of the fog. I shockingly heard the creature inhale in a deep demonic tone. I jumped back when a half decomposed hand grasped the side of the body of the golden casket, and bizarrely the gold dented to mold to his hand, as if it were butter. No possible human had strength as phenomenal as that! On his index finger, was a tear dropped shaped ruby ring, and the massive ruby glowed brightly, and the figure of Dracula slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen and were an array of colors, red, blue, green, gold, purple, and more. I felt myself tremor with fright and guilt. I had caused his awakening, and I knew then that without a shadow of a doubt that this creature was a Vampyre. I also knew that he was thirsty!
The lanky body of his rose up faster than I could ever imagine, because it was just like looking at sections of film. I could see his figure over, and over yet it was like various holograms; he slowly turned his upper body toward me and smiled showing his perfect killing tools, his teeth.
“Iribena Mae.” his deep echoing voice whispered to me.
I flushed, instantly because that phrase meant “my love,” when translated into English. The screams that filled the room must have either angered him or gave him the location for potential meal tickets, because he inhaled the air and let out a savage jaguar like growl.
“Doran comtramos rann camos tran. Awe, setrena ben.” he spoke still in a deep echoing voice. The phrase translated into English meant. “Human’s shall reach oblivion. Awe, thirsty am I.” As he uttered those words the presence of his figure vanished, along with the fog. Where did he go? I thought.
“Where’d he go?” Janie echoed my thoughts.
I noticed that Gabriel was no longer to the side of me, and as I suspected he was nowhere to be found. Part of me was glad that he escaped Dracula’s thirsty grasp, yet I feared for everyone else, especially Janie. Childishly I was kind of saddened that he had left without Janie and myself.
I heard screaming!
Janie and I looked up from our spot behind the coffin, to discover a young digger named Ian Carmichael being held fiercely by Dracula’s lanky and tall figure. His massively tone arms held Ian around the waist trapping his hands beneath his arms. As hard as he tried Ian could he could not move!
Everyone froze in horror! Dracula’s head lowered toward his neck, and his free hand tilted Ian’s neck to expose the flesh of his throat. Dracula pulled his lips back over his ivory weapons and savagely pierced Ian’s flesh.
Ian screamed!
We could hear the suckling noises as well as the guttural gasps of pain and for breath. Every scattered heading for the stone entrance except Janie and me, we were trapped on the other side. Dracula broke Ian’s neck swiftly and tossed his, fragile body violently to the ground, and proceeded to growl savagely. Regeneration began throughout his body, with bursts of red energy, just like the energy the book gave off.
His pants turned back into a dark ebony, and they were ironically fit for a king; that was the same for is black, knee-high Victorian leather boots, with golden buckles. The leather belt slowly began to morph into a black silk cummerbund, with a vanishing flash of red light. I could tell my first guess about the material of the shirt was completely wrong; it was pure white silk Victorian dress shirt, that was frilly on the collar, and the sleeves.
The way he was facing I could see the blood run down the opening in his throat and settle in the exposed pit of his stomach. It was followed by another burst of energy. With that burst of energy his hair was back to its former glory.
His hair was in a loose ponytail that rested in the place where his shoulder blades were located beneath his shirt. I could see the two pieces of hair that framed his regenerating face with elegance. The tip of his ponytail went about three inches below his shoulder blades. The ponytail was a golden silk ribbon, and signal that he was indeed royalty.
Janie still trembled with the ultimate fear, while odd enough I watched him with morbid fascination. This creature was truly the epitome of perfection! Most frightening of the primitive nature of my attraction, was the fact that I truly envied him.
Looking at me for a brief moment, he turned furiously around toward the fleeing diggers which were closing in on the exit, and shocking spoke in fluent English! “You shall not leave this chamber!” he spoke in a baritone yet song like, heavenly echoing voice.
He pointed toward the stone door with his glowing gem, ring covered index finger, and the ton door came crashing down on the three unsuspected diggers, halfway out the exit. The sound of the cracking bones, and liquidated intestines and flesh horrified everyone left alive. I found myself bizarrely admiring Dracula’s feline like movements; he purred and moved his muscles much like a fierce tiger as he watched his victims scatter in pure horror.
It was odd but I felt a change happening in me. More of a primitive lust and desire took the place of pure horror and fright. I, myself, felt joy seeing Dracula enjoy himself. What was the most unnatural was even if it cost everything even my life I wanted him. I felt simply animalistic, and stranger yet I enjoyed it!
He moved his shoulders like a lion getting ready to pounce a zebra, and purred a sound like a jaguar. He lifted his face the smelling the erotic mixture of fear and blood that filled the air. A smirk stretched across his face, seeing everyone trapped like rats, but still paid no attention to Janie or me. I guess if the legend was true the diggers were more sinful than either one of us.
“It seems as if there is no physical escape method for any of you, sinful humans! Your time of judgment is now, and you shall face oblivion for your sinful nature! So many centuries I have slept and my hunger, my most primitive lust, for the essence of your kind has grown exponentially, to the point of pure animalistic frenzy! I shall take pleasure in depriving you of life, and I shall do this with no remorse or guilt. For I am what many perceive as the Bringer of Judgment, because I shall not kill those who are free of sin!” Dracula’s baritone voice proclaimed.
He noticed the most greedy digger, Benjamin Thomas, holding a pack full of jewels and a silver, jewel incrusted drinking goblet, in his hand. The treasures were in plain view, and it drew Dracula’s attention to him, utterly. Dracula bore his teeth toward the young man, and snarled menacingly. The human was froze in place, and all he could do was tremble.
“Stealing from those whom have fallen? Greed is one of the forbidden sins, foolish mortal! For your greed shall be your downfall.” Dracula warned.
Benjamin, trembled with the ultimate fear. Every jewel in the entire room, even those in the other digger’s bags levitated into the air and started to surround Benjamin. Dracula controlled the movements of the jewels with the twirl of his ringed index finger. They made a very beautifully artistic design in the air around Benjamin. Dracula snapped his fingers and the design incased Benjamin in a jagged edged, colorful death suit; with each twirl of Dracula’s slender and long index finger the death suit became tighter, and sliced into Benjamin’s flesh.
We heard him scream from the mixture of affixation and puncture wounds, and the sound was of pure desperation and most of all unadulterated agony. Soon his screams turned into screams of fluid, and gasps for breath and relief. While Dracula’s finger continued to trigger the constrictions, he raised his other hand and snapped his fingers; the result was the very goblet that Benjamin had stolen appeared into Dracula’s hand.
He balanced the goblet between his thumb and index finger, elegantly. The last twirl of his finger made the deadly constriction, and it made a disgusting squishing noise. Dracula snapped his fingers, and the suit spilt into millions of jewels, and left the deformed, and flat remains of the once alive Benjamin. Dracula used his twirling finger to make the pool of blood twirl up from the ground, in a clean stream of essence, and ultimately fill the goblet, with the sound of running water.
Dracula inhaled the blood and turned toward the only female digger, named Tanya Amos. “I believe there is still room for more life-force, my dear. The sins of adultery are ones in which should be punished with immediate incineration of the soul. For the sins you have committed you shall join your friend Benjamin in the dark underworld. I will take satisfaction in filling my belly with your life nectar.” he stated, and looked directly into the woman’s eyes, as his eyes glowed pure white, for a moment.
Dracula held out his hand the woman took his hand with no control over her actions. She was under a spell! He placed his hand on her hip, and proceeded to move her hair. Unbelievably jealousy took hold of my mind, and body. I absolutely hated that girl, with no logical reasoning behind it; it was as if she was invading on my territory, and for that I condemned her to death within my heart.
My eyes narrowed as I watched the wench, and I grunted, throwing my hands over my large chest. Janie noticed my movements and bent toward my ear, with a flabbergasted and concerned expression. She knew what emotion I was feeling, and this did not shock her, yet it terrified her.
“You can’t seriously fill jealousy! He’s going to take her life, so there’s no reason to fill the emotion you do. I know he’s what you’ve been searching for, your dream. But it was not your dream to die, even by his hand! Dracula or not, your dream was happiness not destruction.” She explained, sternly.
I knew how logical what she spoke was, the Dracula in my dreams would not even dream of harming me, yet I still felt jealousy, and massive amounts of it. The sight at how close they were gnawed at the pit of my stomach, and made me want to scream out of frustration. What had I become? It was not like me to act so irrationally, yet my anger burned with the ferocity of a beast! A undeserved territorial instinct.
I hated her with all my might!
What happened next can only be explained as a demonic miracle, because his expression turned compassionate, and his body turned toward me. He looked directly into my eyes, and soft baritone whispers in the Romanian language comforted me, instantly. The phrase that kept repeating inside my mind was Iribena Mae, yancan turi jaknaica, which translated meant “my love, your show of emotion shall be honored.”
He straightened up instantly and back away from her swiftly. He snapped his fingers and the trans was over, and the terrified Tanya screamed, as he bore his fangs toward her. With a lighting quick movement his claws ran across the length of her throat, slicing into her flesh, and cutting her jugular vein into. A stream of blood shot from the wound, and blood gushed from the wound. She fell to the ground with helpless gasps of breath, which were fading with each second; before long her life had faded and her eyes went dark with inescapable death.
The same river like stream that had occurred with Benjamin’s death, traveled fancily from the ground and filled the goblet the rest of the way. I bizarrely sighed in relief with a shocked gasp from Janie. Why did he change his mind about how the drink from her, and why did he keep calling me, my love? It was if he cared about what I thought. Wait the connection!
The connection would be greater than any who came before…That meant that I had a connection to Dracula, but what was it?
Dracula started to drink from the goblet and once again with bursts of crimson energy he regenerated. I could see his chest, neck, and abdomen completely heal; he had broad shoulders, and my eyes widened seeing his sculpted abdomen and chest. It was like he had been carved from a piece of white marble, because he looked like a statue of the perfect body. His muscled arms filled out the sleeves of the silk shirt; on his upper arm the sleeves were tight against his marvelous biceps, while it draped loosely on his forearms, and frizzled out at his wrists.
His cunning lion favoring jaw, how gorgeously perfect his face was turning. His chin was a masculine, and attractively thin; he favored a feline predator. His plump, darker than normal lips were once more perfectly regenerated, with a slight red look because of the stains from all the blood he had been drinking. His eyebrows were attractively medium thick, and he had full eyelashes. His eyes glowed with life and power; each color glowed at a precise time; the only thing left to be regenerated was his nose.
There were only two diggers left and both of them Gabriel and I could not stand as people. The malevolently perverted Gregory and Henry Booth, brothers with the same perverted nature. I saw Henry tremble, yet nodded looking at Gregory. He smirked, and cut his wrist with a switch blade, drawing Dracula’s attention to him, while Gregory ran toward the exit.
I could not believe it! The intensity of the smell of the blood had Dracula in an animalistic state. What do predators do? They go after the wounded prey first. Gregory made a U-turn, and when I blinked Gregory wrapped his broad hands around my throat and started to choke me!
My throat began to burn with fire, and my throat had become constricted, making it hard to breath. His hands became tighter and tighter! I gasped, and dropped the book to the sand, and wrapped my hands around his wrists trying to pry him off of me. Janie was in shock, yet did not miss a beat and leaped on his back and proceeded to punch and bite at him, trying desperately to get him to release me.
“Let her go, you b*****d!” She demanded.
Gregory’s grip just grew tighter, and I started coughing up blood, as my airway was being crushed. Was I going to die? The only possible was of escaping was for Dracula’s attention get shifted toward us. Gregory spoke.
“My ancestor was meant to bring destruction to the parasitic king, and I shall weaken him by killing you. When your dead he’ll be helpless, and I’ll take over the Vampyre world.” he threatened, laughing. “To bad your lover’s distracted!”
I felt my energy begin to leave, and my heart beat slowed down to the point of unconsciousness. I remember wanting Janie to survive, and with my last ounce of breath I turned toward my eyes toward the feeding Dracula.
“Help…me!” I pled, huskily.
The last thing I saw was Dracula drop Henry violently to the ground, and turn desperately toward me. He looked at Gregory and roared a sound of pure anger and ferociousness. The sound echoed through the corridor and my mind. It made Gregory shiver, with fear.
I closed my eyes, and felt arms wrap around my waist, along with a instant release in pressure around my throat. I heard two similar yet different savage growls and heard slicing flesh, and screaming. Blood went all over me, and some inside me mouth. The sweet taste was maddening.
I could feel my heartbeat slow in my chest, and my throat burned from the choking. I must be dying. I thought, and relaxed ready to face death. I could die in peace knowing that Dracula was alive, and most of all that he was real.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 11:00 am
Bold for grammar (tense corrections, misspelled or unnecessary words) Italicize for missing words or vague/awkward descriptions LadySorinaValkain The only obstacle that stood in my path was the two-ton sandstone door. On the door were different symbols from most old fashioned stone doors. Symbols covered the entire body of the door, and each letter acted as a trigger to unlock the door if pressed and arranged in the right order. Most of the symbols had something to do with the elements, times of day, and nocturnal creatures; on the center of the door was an alchemy circle with two revolving triggers. Each was a circle and the larger one incased the smaller one.
The entire group was puzzled at which was to turn the locks, but I had utter confidence in my treasured Book of the Damned. It had not led me astray as of yet, and I doubted that it would in the future as well. I looked at the page that mentioned “The Lock of Time,” and the pictograms and diagrams explained quite marvelously (took out the semicolon here) each individual symbol stood for an event in time, and each element that had to do with that event, as well as the time of day.
The passage spoke of the time of the Master of Darkness’s birth. If you followed the Blood Prince’s legend and what was contained within the book itself, he was born in Ancient Romania, in a time before time itself. (I don't think you needed the "you" structure; maybe something like "The legend goes that the Blood Prince was born in ancient Romania, in a time before time itself.") The first Blood Moon occurred on the eve of his birth and continued (I'm not sure of the word choice here, maybe "lingered" would be better) until he was born.
I contemplated what would be the best method for opening the door, and glancing down at the book I noticed that the book mentioned to press the two elements that led to the merging of the Blood King’s soul, which were, in the legend, fire and darkness. I approached the door, with anxious eyes watching me, and began to move the first larger circle to the symbol for Vampyre, and placed it directly below the arrow. The stone moved with a loud stone-rubbing-against-stone (Maybe "grinding" instead?) sound, and after which it made a low mechanical unlatching noise.
The second smaller lock held the phases of the moon as well as the time of day, so naturally I moved the symbol for the full moon directly below the blood arrow. Again just as I did the same release, and unlatching noise occurred. What was left was to press fire and darkness, which were directly opposite of each other above and below the circle locks. The trick was to press them at the same time.
“Gabriel hold the book for me would you?” I asked, and handed him the book. I did press them both at exactly the same time. We heard a slight rumble. “Stand back,” I ordered.
I heard a chain start to move, and the door began to slide up the sides of the wall, and disappeared above us. I gently took the book back from Gabriel and stood in awe. What was behind the door made smiles stretch across all of our faces.
The resting place.
We had found it, and to top it all off in the very center of the treasure-filled tomb was a pure golden jewel-encrusted sarcophagus with jade-encrusted symbols. It was shaped similar to a Victorian style coffin. The sarcophagus was held up on a marble platform that was decorated with Grecian-style graffiti. The coffin is what held my ultimate goal. The symbols spelled out Dracula and behind his first name was the strange symbol that was meant to be his last name, which still stumped me utterly.
The room was relatively light for it being shut off from the rest of the world, and you could see everything inside the room well. We began to proceed into the sand covered room, and I noticed something on the sandstone walls. On the walls were Grecian illustrations that told the lore of the Vampyre Lord. Vampyre legends covered the length of the walls, and were meant to be a remembrance to his greatness.
I noticed two in particular.
The first was a illustrated painting of the Vampyre King’s true form, and the bizarreness of it was unbelievable; he had black feathered angel wings, which in itself was unlike most depictions of a Nosferatu’s true form. It was ironically how I pictured a Vampyre’s true form; I had since I was a teenager. How strange was that some much of the writings and paints depicted what I perceived Vampyric creatures to be?
The second was a painting on the Blood King setting on a throne with a crown and a river of blood flowing beneath the throne; it was the Throne of Judgment that the book mentioned. Many of the people in the paintings were being engulfed in flames to represent sin and others were drinking from glasses filled with blood; they were meant to represent the ones worthy of eternal life.
The sarcophagus was my ultimate and only gold; it was what I had been searching so desperately to find for all these years. The fact that the chamber was covered with enough gold and jewels to rebuild the Egyptian empire did not sway my interest in the masterpiece of the breath-taking coffin. As I approached the sarcophagus I noticed that it was decorated with pictograms, fancy loopy lines that were pure jade, and jewels all around the edge of the lid. In the top center was the picture of a pure black jade dragon, with ruby eyes, and painted scales, and wings.
I proceeded to walk behind the coffin to get a better look, and anger filled me at what I saw. The greedy diggers were filling there packs with gold and jewels; they were grave robbing of all things! Grave robbing was something that infuriated me to the point of tremors to see someone steal from the dead.
How dare they?
Gabriel approached the sarcophagus as furious as I was, yet he kept better containment of his fury. I ran my hand over the lid of the casket and it was extremely warm, which was odd for a hidden coffin. They usually stayed below the freezing point, yet my anger did not subside. Gabriel smiled, and placed his broad hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t worry, they’ll get what’s coming to them. I can assure you of that. What is done comes back to haunt those who dare to test the laws and faith.” He murmured, and sighed at the beauty of the coffin. “It’s beautiful.” he looked at it and an odd expression was on his face when I looked up at him.
“What’s wrong, Gab?” I asked (not stated; "stated" is synonymous with "declared"), confused.
He pointed to a diamond shaped hole directly on the side of the casket. It looked strangely similar to the hole on the Book of the Damned which was the lock to unlock it. (Not sure if that explanation is needed if the question comes up right after..) It was a perfect diamond. “Is that a lock?” he asked, confused.
I nodded, and pondered if the golden key to unlock the treasured book would unlock the glorious sarcophagus as well. I reached into my denim jean pocket and pulled out the key, and gently placed it into the lock. What a surprise, it fit! I twisted the key in a clockwise turn, and a loud mechanical device unlocked. The sound was echoed by a release in air pressure and white air coming from the place where the lid and body connected.
It worked!
Smiles lit up both Gabriel’s face as well as mine, and this was the moment of truth. Gabriel looked up toward the diggers. “Gran boysti furanna mioun la colatram benkna, jara.” he ordered in their language, which meant in English. “You three come help me with this coffin lid, please.”
Three diggers came to help him, while the others still worked at greedily collecting treasure for the their own personal gain. Gabriel pointed toward the sides of the coffin. “Graa michja jan.” he stated. Translated that sentence meant: “One on each side.” They did as he told them, one of the on each side, one at head and two at the bottom, along with Gabriel at the top on the side next to me.
They each grabbed the lid, and he counted in English. “One.…Two...Three!” (Always, always spell out numbers if they have a value less than ten.) When he got to three they (removed "all three" here) used all of their strength to lift the massive lid off. They moved it to the ground opposite of where I was standing.
I peered inside, and what lie there shocked me. The ancient corpse looked as if it were just starting to go through the decomposing process. He had to be at least one thousand years old and his flesh was still in the form of pallid skin; you could see his bones clearly in some places as if an acid were eating away at this once proud figure. It was very unusual to see fair skin on an ancient corpse, unless they were freshly deceased.
What was the cause of this strange pale color in his ancient body? Something caught my attention, his dress attire. It was that of the Victorian era, much to recent to be as old as he was. He wore faded and torn, black cotton trousers, and what was left of a black leather belt with a pure gold buckle. His shirt was a flesh-stained white cotton dress shirt.
His face was the most decomposed, yet I could tell that he bore a distinct chin and what was left of a once breath-taking face (Took off the "I guessed" since it was unnecessary because of the "I could tell"). His partly-left lips uncovered shockingly perfect ivory teeth, and even more shocking two larger than normal canines, two pairs of them. His eyes lay closed peacefully and slight ebony eyebrows hovered over them. I could tell that his hair was once a shiny ebony and that it was in a ponytail, but patches were missing. I'm only editing up to here because I'm not sure how you wanted your story to sound, and I figure at the very least that a personal look-over might benefit you. 4laugh If there's anything I have to comment on for "better working", it would be to make sure of the hyphen (the "-" symbol). You're using a lot of compound words and sometimes it threw me off because without the hyphen, it didn't make any sense. Your descriptions are fluid and provide a very nice imagery; good job making the reader see only what the character wants them to see. But, on that note, I noticed that sometimes there are some omniscient moments. Try not to let loose information before the narrator figures it out, because then it seems like you're trying to mix a first person POV with a third person POV. Other than that, I can't say too much other than watch out for misspelled and/or unnecessary words. Writing is good when it's descriptive but it should also be clear and concise instead of wrapped around itself. Hopefully this helped!
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