HARKER

Harkers young, lawyers eyes
fell to the last choking coffin.
Beads of
sweat had began to leak from his
forehead.

His fist held a shackled grip on a
wooden stake, his youthful heart
became more irritated. He slid
back the unslept, decrepit, coffin,
lined in velvet.
Which caused Harkers eyes
to stretch and his jaw to flip open.

His body started to tremble like a
ghost in shackles. Harkers body
had flung back. After taking a few
deep breaths from his lungs he
cagily builds up the courage to
edge closer, talking to himself
like a mental health patient.

No sign of the night stalker? as a
a spilling light from his lantern
validates his departure.

Dracula is suddenly projected
behind Harker, like a gossamer
hologram. Harker feels a cold
presence
and pivots on his heels. His body
turns to ice, he's unmoveable of
the horror closing in on him, which
causes his frightened eyes to
widen and face to turn
to ashen.

He's fixed on to the blood
drinker, like a magnet, and
trapped in a silent scream.

Draculas
blood shot peers, as wide as full
moons, are now glaring down at the
ambitious young human, with a
concentrated, tranquilizing stare.

Its blood less lips start to peel back
to welcome him with sharp serrated
tips, nailed in fangs, ready to bury into
his bottle shaped neck.

The inside of his crimson glossy cape,
had now wrapped around Harker, as fear
had put a knife to his throat and
whispered him not to step any
further.

Lighting cuts open the night, falling
down a sterling staircase, causing a
flash and a crash, behind him, followed
by a boom of thunder.
The full body moon is now peering into
the castles, black window, accentuating
the towering figure of count Dracula
It casts
a ghostly sheen, also highlighting
Harkers bulging jugular, which is going
to supply counts, supernatural body full
of power, vigour.