ShockingPsychic
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Mike didn't even feel his death. He was fast asleep, sedated as the purple monster tore him to bloody bits. Of course, nothing seemed to die here, not even him. Mike awoke, leaned against a bench. He awoke in a daze, not quite sure if any of that had been real. He remembered the woman, he remembered the cat-thing, and then... red. Luckily, right beside him was his shotgun, still locked and loaded. Mike quickly grabbed it before rising to his feet. He felt a head-rush, his hand drifting to his forehead in an effort to halt the sensation.
"Un-f***ing-believable..." He groaned, steadying himself on the bench.
Many thoughts raced through Mike's head. He looked around, but of course, all that greeted him were the cloudy sky and dark streets. Only a few lights could be spotted against the darkness. Mike seemed to be on one of the outer streets of the city, seeing that water rested right below the sidewalk. He peered over the edge, seeing that the fall wasn't too bad. Of course, he wasn't about to try swimming out of here. That'd be stupid.
In the distance though, was a light. It was moving, neither closer or farther away. A boat, maybe?
Mike wasn't sure if he wanted to call out. Who knows what was behind that light...
Mike turned back around to see... a wolf. The creature stared at him with strange eyes. Mike liked wolves. One of his best friends was a wolf! He wondered about that little guy and how he was doing...
Leaning down, a smile came to Mike's face. Typically, one would be much more cautious while approaching an animal like this, but Mike felt like he had little to worry about.
"Hey, buddy!" He called out. "C'mere, I'm not gonna hurt you."
The wolf stood in place before bursting into a mass of fog. When the shape reformed, there stood a man, dressed in clothing that Mike could only call 'dumb-looking'. Mike rose to his feet, seeing the man take the place of a wolf. His grip tightened on his shotgun.
"You're kidding me." He sighed.
"I am not a fan of such simple humor," Replied the foggy figure, fully taking form, a wine glass in his palm. "Though I can certainly keep you entertained."
The Dark Lord's gaze rested on Mike's neck. Mike seemed to take notice, taking a step back.
"... Vampire?" He asked sheepishly.
"Perhaps to you," The Dark Lord replied. "Though I feel as though such a simple word fails to describe all that I am."
"Do you want to suck my blood or not, man!?" Mike yelled, readying his shotgun.
"Well," The Dark Lord sighed, looking at his empty glass. "I am quite parched."
Mike fired his shotgun, but his shot hit nothing but fog. From the fog came a swarm of bats.
"Un-f***ing-believable..." He groaned, steadying himself on the bench.
Many thoughts raced through Mike's head. He looked around, but of course, all that greeted him were the cloudy sky and dark streets. Only a few lights could be spotted against the darkness. Mike seemed to be on one of the outer streets of the city, seeing that water rested right below the sidewalk. He peered over the edge, seeing that the fall wasn't too bad. Of course, he wasn't about to try swimming out of here. That'd be stupid.
In the distance though, was a light. It was moving, neither closer or farther away. A boat, maybe?
Mike wasn't sure if he wanted to call out. Who knows what was behind that light...
Mike turned back around to see... a wolf. The creature stared at him with strange eyes. Mike liked wolves. One of his best friends was a wolf! He wondered about that little guy and how he was doing...
Leaning down, a smile came to Mike's face. Typically, one would be much more cautious while approaching an animal like this, but Mike felt like he had little to worry about.
"Hey, buddy!" He called out. "C'mere, I'm not gonna hurt you."
The wolf stood in place before bursting into a mass of fog. When the shape reformed, there stood a man, dressed in clothing that Mike could only call 'dumb-looking'. Mike rose to his feet, seeing the man take the place of a wolf. His grip tightened on his shotgun.
"You're kidding me." He sighed.
"I am not a fan of such simple humor," Replied the foggy figure, fully taking form, a wine glass in his palm. "Though I can certainly keep you entertained."
The Dark Lord's gaze rested on Mike's neck. Mike seemed to take notice, taking a step back.
"... Vampire?" He asked sheepishly.
"Perhaps to you," The Dark Lord replied. "Though I feel as though such a simple word fails to describe all that I am."
"Do you want to suck my blood or not, man!?" Mike yelled, readying his shotgun.
"Well," The Dark Lord sighed, looking at his empty glass. "I am quite parched."
Mike fired his shotgun, but his shot hit nothing but fog. From the fog came a swarm of bats.
MIKE MUNROE Vs. DRACULA
- 9-C versions are used
- Dracula doesn't have his castle, so don't worry about that Immortality
DRACULA:
