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It was midnight. Dark and cold. As it was winter and snowflakes were falling down from the sky. Everybody were sleeping. Everybody, expect vampires in Dracula’s citadel. In the room, that was in the highest tower, one of the Dracula’s brides Marishka was sitting at the table, made of the red wood. Flicke… Continue

Well, I decided to go to the gipsy band, which was in the valley not far from my father’s castle. Maybe it’s because my curios, but I didn’t think so at that moment. I have just wanted to know my destiny as every normal girl. Night was calm, and cool wind blew. I was alone, but I wasn’t afraid at all! In… Continue

Lydia had died. I was on burial and saw how her pale body was burnt. It is a gipsy tradition. Women were crying and men were numb and severe. Lydia’s father stood near the fire on his knees and raised hands to the sky.
”For what! Why Lydia! My innocent child! ” – he cried. Few men came to him and took him… Continue

Marishka threw the feather because of the noise in the corridor. Looked like steps. Could it be Dracula? Blonde-haired bride breathed in to calm down. Then she took the feather again and continued her work:
“Life continued for us all. I saw that Van Helsing looked at me in some other way not like when we met first… Continue