Eschatology

This week’s story sponsored by Corinna Beckho

“Harker,” Dracula smiles, black blood bubbling from his lips. “Good solicitor, bad conversationalist.”

“Do it again Herr John, now!” Van Helsing is shouting, his gout-riddled form hobbling closer through the cellar. “Kill the beast, save us all!” screaming now, the stake trembles in Harker’s grip.

The Count convulses, coughing tar. No not a cough, but low, insidious laughter.

“Monster,” Harker says, positioning the stake. “For Lucy, Mina.” As the mallet descends, thunder reverberates through the castle.

Rank, dying breath, Dracula speaks in a whisper. “Fool, misguided fool. You’re not saving anyone. Helsing, he’s my kin. Just levelling the playing field.”

© Glynn Barrass

Glynn Barrass is the author of over 100 pieces of fiction, and have had my works published in books and magazines worldwide. As well as writing, he is also an associate editor for the publisher Chaosium. 

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