Wednesday, 8 January 2014

Prologue And Introduction Mina Harker

Hello Everyone,

I apologise for the delayed post but I hope that each and every one of you had a magically inspiring Christmas and I wish you all of the best for 2014 and of the greatness it may bring you...

I recently decided to look into self publishing digitally through amazon and other online stores and inspired by Adam Jackson's words within his informative e-books 'Write It' and 'Publish It' I have decided to publish my first book 'Mina Harker: The Curse of the Vampire'.

My story is a sequel to Bram Stokers classic Dracula based around the notion that the count has been brought back from the dead by a gypsy sorcerer. The story continues through Mina's eventful life as a fully turned vampire. Witnessing the death of many slain by Dracula's hand Mina seeks her revenge but later discovers that Dracula's bloodline will not stay dead for long...
With much more imagination brought into the story, Mina Harker: The Curse of the Vampire is action packed, horrifying and emotionally balanced. This is a story of love, loss and vengeance with an added twist near the end...

I will keep you posted on the stages of this work in progress and finally announce when my book is ready to download but in the meantime I will leave you with the prologue and introduction to Mina Harker: The Curse of the Vampire, enjoy...

                   Introduction- A Passage from Mina Harkers Journal

Seven years had gone by since the night that Dracula became a lifted curse from within my soul. The night he died on our way back to London we felt that everything that we had been through was surely worth the wait of our lives together. Nothing on this earth could possibly ruin Jonathan’s perfect smile that night. We were both entirely happy, even though we had to travel to the edge of hell and go through the flames on our way out, it was worth it.
To finally be Jonathans wife and settle into our home was remarkable it is all that I ever wished for, although there was once a time when he thought himself too poor for me but now he just wanted to look after me and make sure that nothing else hell or earth would harm me. I told Jonathan that my worst fear almost turned to reality when I nearly became a reflection of the evil that the count possessed.
The night we reached London we conceived our first child, we named him Quincy after the brave Quincy Morris, who didn’t make it through the flames but not one day goes by without him in all of our hearts.
After the ordeal with the count I believe that professor Van Helsing is pursuing a notion to separate the good and evil from a man, which I believe the count inspired him to do so, even though you couldn’t really call him a man.
I have changed remarkably since that night, I am still the sweet and loving Mina I always was, but with an added realization and understanding of fact and fiction I have become a lot braver than I used to be.
But lately over this last few weeks I have started to feel quite confused, and I fear that my mind cannot recognize fantasy from reality anymore. I have not told Jonathan about this as I do not want to worry him.
Although day by day I can feel myself losing my way and all of my light turning towards darkness, I do not know how to fight my way out from within the hold that the darkness has bestowed upon me.
The monster lurked around me jumping out from every dark angle of the room.
A butcher, what a butcher indeed for all he wants is my blood. 
I was having all of my energy and life sucked right out of me in front of my eyes.
I feel so tired and drained and I became weaker as the seconds ticked by.
Tick, tick, tick.
I fell into a deep state of being, where everything is black and red.
Black for the butcher and red for the blood that he takes.
Deep feelings of horror rose upon me as three dark haired creatures suddenly crept around me. 
Side by side they stared at me with their evil faces, one much smaller than the other two but still as toxic as the others.
The monster then came beside me and all that I could feel was the sharp sting of death.
Blood spurted from within my veins and began to cover him and I could tell that he liked it.
He was enjoying my agony, my death.
Straight out of hell he was sent as the rest.
The beasts all began to prowl around my bed.
I felt heat rise through my body like I was possessed by a hundred burning candles.
Am I in hell? I thought to myself.
My blood began to boil and each of my hearts natural beats started to fall further and further apart. 
I am on the verge of death surrounded by fire.
My muscles began to swell up beneath my skin as blood dripped from the lining of my hair.
Then suddenly with the next tick of the clock my heart stopped beating...
Thanks for reading,

Louise Lake.

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