So you came here to kill me

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”So you came here to kill me?” it was no question, it was a stating of facts and the cold voice seemed to come from every direction. Chandler spun around with the heavy sword held firmly in his hands.
“Show your self demon” Chandler looked round trying to penetrate the complete darkness that surrounded him. He blinked the sweat away from his eyes, how could he be sweating in this cold?
A gentle laugh reached him from the shadows. “Why would I show myself to a weakling such as your self? I could destroy you right here and now.”
Chandler saw a black lightning bolt shoot out of the shadows and with a quick move he parried the bolt with his sword. “oh?” said the voice seemingly amused as the lightning bolt simply bounced of the blade. “A sword made of silver? It seems I have been underestimating you.”
Chandler looked awestruck as the very darkness around him began to spin around at breathtaking speed. The darkness slowly formed a small black tornado that spun around without moving only 3 feet’s from Chandler. The tornado suddently seemed to implode from the inside and in its wake stood a tall gentleman. He was wearing a long black cape, a completely black suit and a tall black hat. In his right hand he held a long elegant blade and in his left he held a small black orb. His white face had a small grin on it and two horrible black eyes. Those eye was said to freeze the blood in your body and make you insane, the darkness in those eyes were endless. It was like looking into a hell of nothingness, like an endless sea driving you mad.
“I believe you wanted to kill me?” the gentleman said, ripping Chandler out of his trance.
“Yes, you must die for all the people you have killed in this world.” His voice was steady but this… beast saw right into his soul and saw him shake in fear.
“You think I am evil?” he asked as his smile grew larger. “I am but a simple count.”
“We both know that is not true.” His voice shaking with anger. “The other may not yet have looked through your good manners and nice little gala events yet, but I have. You shall die by this blade, count.”
“Hahahaha, you are really amusing do you know that?” he laughed lightly “you are not the first to hunt me down, neither will you be the last. I have been killed no more that 8 times in the past and thousands more have died trying to kill me. And now you, the simple son of a blacksmith, thinks you can kill me? The most feared vampire in this world and the next, the man that was send back from hell because they feared he would take over, the first vampire ever to exist, the very source of the vampire race. How can you possibly face me and hope to win? Do you not know that I am Count Dracula?”
The name hit him like a sledge hammer, of course he had reached the very same conclusion, but to hear him say it meat that his hope of surviving this fight was reduced to zero. No man could kill the count, he was the ambassador of the night and completely immune to any psychical attack, even silver did no damage. No! He couldn’t think like that, the village would be doomed if he did nothing, he had to act, even if it led to his death.
“Ahhhh, did you know you have a kind of sick desperation in your eyes? I know everything about you, chandler, how you lost your mother, how your farther blamed you, how the village hated you for hating me. Hahahaha pathetic mammals, all I had to do was throw a small party and give the food and they loved me for it. And all these years no one realised that I made all those people disappear, only you realised it. But then again you did take me with my hand in the cookie jar when I was feeding on your poor mother.”
In the eyes of Chandler a fire burned, colder than the ice on the North Pole and fiercer than all the demons from hell.
“Do you hate me now?” Dracula said with lust in his voice “Do you want to kill me? Yes, YES YES!! HAHAHAHA you wish to kill me more than anything else in this world don’t you? But in your current form you have no chance of defeating me.” He said in mad voice “swallow this,” Dracula said holding forth his left hand and the tiny orb in it. “it will give you powers beyond your limits, and a decent chance of defeating me. What do you have to loose?”
Chandler didn’t think, he couldn’t his anger drove him on pure hatred and he would grasp any chance he could get to kill this abomination of nature. Dracula allowed the orb to fall from his hand and gravity quickly took hold of it and drove it towards the ground. Chandler caught it in mid air, threw it into his mouth and swallowed it without thinking.
The orb vent into his stomach and for half a second nothing happened, but then it was suddenly absorbed by the body. Chandler felt it changing his body from the inside, his heart started beating harder, his muscle mass increased in strength and then it reached his appearance. He grew half an inch, his skin got pale, his eyes red, his hair black and his teeth got sharp.
“Now we fight as equals.” Said Dracula and raised his sword gracefully, “Lord against lord, predator against predator, Vampire against vampire.”
“You shall pay for the harm you have caused!” said chandler in a voice that was not his own. This voice was high and cold, a vampire’s voice.
“You believe you can win?” Said Dracula and disappeared in a flash of dark light.
“Yes.” Said Chandler, as his 7 senses allowed him to see Dracula. He spun around and swung his heavy blade with such force that it would had spilt the proud vampire lord in half, if he had not gracefully parried the strike.
“You are not yet completely changed? In a few seconds you will be and see why you can never beat me.”
Then chandler was there, swinging his giant blade as if it was made of paper, Dracula merely laughed as he dodged and parried every single strike. Chandler, driven by blind rage, threw more attacks than any man could dodge and jet here stood a laughing count dodging his every blow. For some 30 seconds this rain of blows continued, and then Chandler saw it, an opening. Chandler knew that the battle was won as he trusted his sword forward, knew that it would soon be buried deep within the belly of this beast. But then he felt the pain, it was unbelievable, in mere seconds his hands were turned from the rough hands of a blacksmith to nothing but scorched flesh. The blade, the silver blade made to protect him from vampires had turned against him, Chandler fell to his knees as the truth hit him. He had become the very thing he was trying to destroy, a creature of the night, a vampire. Then, out of nowhere, appeared Dracula smiling.
“It hurts doesn’t it? The sensation of your hands being turned into nothing but scorched flesh.” Dracula reached down and picked up the silver sword. “Off course it has never happened to me, I was never one to fear silver.” Dracula allowed his hands to gently feel the edge of the blade. “But I hear…” he said stepping forward and plunging the blade through Chandlers chest, “that it is indescribably painful.”
Chandler felt his entire body melting; the only way to describe the amount of pain he felt, is to compare it to a man, who is pieced by a thousand burning needles while stuck in an iron maiden filled with acid. In ten seconds his body was reduced to ashes, and Dracula stood alone in the dark room. The sun would soon rise, he had had fun while it lasted but now he needed to sleep, his coffin awaited.