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Chapter 1, Childhood to King
My name is Vlad Tepes, and my story begins here. I am the third Vlad in my family, Vlad Dracul; my father got the name Dracul once he joined the Order of the Dragon. The textbooks named me as, Vlad the Impaler. I have loved my home and have fought countless fights in order to protect it. I was born in Sighisoara, Transylvania in 1431. Growing up I heard of stories of the dragon, and the life span of one ranging for thousands of years. I too, will become “like a dragon” in the life span. You may know me better as Dracula, the first vampire, or Vlad, son of the dragon. I grew up with two older brothers and one younger. During my childhood, my studies were generally German and Latin. I learned to fight and other things not abnormal to this ages schooling. A day came when my father sent me as a detainee, held captive with the Ottomans. What reason should I as an heir live with such people? I did not respect them; I did not even try to fool them. They locked me in a dungeon deep underground. All I remember was how I wish for day, something other than the lone darkness here. Its funny that when you stay in the dark too long you grow pale white, and in the light too long you could crisp and burn. After many years, they released me after being beaten. When I returned to the light, I felt a terrible burning feeling. The sun felt closer to me then has ever felt before. It took time to get use to the light but I grew an obsession with darkness. I felt as if the world was casting me aside. The ottoman tried teaching me but I was too stubborn. They showed me the ways of impaling victims and showing no mercy. I even learned some of their Turkish talk and used it to despite them. Still when I was unleashed back into the day, I will never forget that feeling.

Later in my life, a man and his men attacked my family and me. His name was John Hunyadi and he killed my father and one of my brothers. They buried my brother alive. I have dreams of them lowering the coffin and him inside with his arms crossed around his chest. This dream inspired me for the rest of my life to sleep and try to think as he would. My poor, poor brother, I will rise from the coffin one day like the one you should have. I will remember your final rest and keep it dear.

Years went by and the Turks, the Ottoman, constantly ruined my years. I was fleeing to a safe place. Nights went by where I would travel. During those nights, it was as a guiding force was with me. I cannot put my finger on it but during the days, I would often fear my enemy could see me. This was different from staying in the shadows. I ran away to my uncle Bogdan II. There he took me in and I spent years hiding. One day, chopping wood for the upcoming winter, I could not get the visions of things that have happened. Learning impalement from the Turkish and wishing to do it to them who taught me it.

Then I would have dreams of being back in that dungeon. Alone in the dark and how I came to like it. My eyes learned to adjust to the darkness. Despite it being pitch black most of the time, I could see many details. Like the bricks and bars, people often sent to the dungeon in fear. I no longer feared their screams. I no longer feared the sins that happened in my life . I then started having dreams of my family killed by John Hunyadi. How that night changed my life. I stopped chopping wood and looked at a tree. It was full and solid with no rot. I chopped it down and before I knew it. I got half way done making a coffin. By the time it was done, my uncle comes outside and gives me a look of concern. He knew what I have been through but he did not encourage me fascinating too far into it. He would give me talks of religion and I would love to hear the stories of drinking red wine as well as the bread of life. The blood of a messiah, drink it and an eternal life is giving to you. I wanted eternal life so I studied the good book.

Again, a day came when a family member of mine died. My uncle Bogdan II died and I fled against the wind. That led me to Hungary. I met many people there, friends, enemies, and common folk, rich people. My past became a distant shadow. Then one night the dreams came back. So again, I got a coffin. The ottoman people was starting war, fighting all those who got in their way or simply whomever they wanted to kill. They fought against a Christian movement, they fought against Constantinlope, and they even left their mark in Hungary. So I once again moved. This time I brought people with me. We traveled to Wallachia, such a familiar place indeed.

To take back my land, I had to fight. The people that traveled with me helped as well as some in Wallachia. I headed to the castle with people screaming and houses on fire. It seems as though Vladislav II was the man in charge now. I left the place in the hands of John Hunyadi. It is funny that this is now me, Vlad Tepes Vs Vladislav II. We had such similar names. My men cleared the castle. It was no easy task. In the faint echoes of swords clashing, I stood before a king that was soon to fall. He stood with a royal crown on his head, a red velvet cape, dressed like a rich king.

He had no sword so I threw mine to the ground. I went up to him, adrenaline pumping through my veins I let out a scream as I suddenly charged him. We traded punches; I threw mine as he threw his. Each time the smacking sounds of our fists brought more pain. He asked why I did not join him, why I did not give up. Of all the things he asked me, I could not recall any answers. I just had knowledge of this land being mine. He grabbed my neck and dragged me down the stairs. It was dark, only the faint candlelight’s would flicker in the stale humid air. I grabbed his hand that was around my neck and squeezed it until I heard the sound of a breaking noise. With his other hand, he punched me in the face. I saw him at his most desperate moment. I came in throwing punches in all the ways I knew how. Finally, I saw nothing but a crippled man with a bent face. One last blow would do him in. I was on top of him, my knees on his shoulders so he could not lift his arms. My face now with dry sweat and my hands covered in blood. I lifted my fist with the whole universe inside me, the power I would now obtain with this final blow. I accepted the will of the gods and smashed his face one last time as I seen the man die.

Therefore, it is 1457 and I sit on a throne as a king. The law in the kingdom and its land was in jeopardy. The wars that have happened left people with little hope. I will put an end to this war. I will outlast it, even if it means I have to kill every Turkish foe that comes into this land. I will have revenge.

During this time of war and crime, I had to take action as a king. People were in no shape to defend the land. The money had very little value. The people would steal from businesses they worked at. There was little food. After the war, farmlands were burned down People wondered if I could be a fair king and rule this land. I had some ideas and I waited not.

I had meetings with countless people. I set jobs for everyone. We had to build town houses and work on the farms. This way we could live and feed to our desires. I made the trades of the merchants limited to certain towns so I knew they had a good deal on their products. I reestablished schooling and gave the towns churches and faith. I prayed in these times for miracles and I found that in time this land would once again be great. I then turned my attention to the law and order of Wallachia. I let no thief or murderers go unpunished. Therefore, I established a new court and made new laws with my council. We sent men door to door reading these new laws to the people. These laws set for the people were enforced.

I gave speeches to the men who wished to fight for our ways. Despite all the death these poor people have seen and the countless lives of loved ones taken, they said that my speeches gave them hope. Word got around and even more people joined in our forces. Therefore, I continued to give speeches and make different units of battle.

We trained well as our archers would stand on the towers of my castle and aim at targets below. It was important to me that the people trained at their posts for when a war did happen. I found in my days experience in surroundings and comfort was keen.

With merchants, farmers, workers, schooling, religion and military fix. In no time Wallachia was back up and running. The people seemed happy, and I have earned respect for my leadership. Crime went down and then once again we struck war.

We did not do all the attacking; we had to have a strong defense as well. Battle after battle I aimed to win. With each night of victory and the blood of my enemies on my hands, I prayed that the blood was that which would give me eternal life. I wondered if I should drink it.

War was tough so I had to make new friends to survive. Therefore, I allied with Matthias Corvinus, son of John Hunyadi. I cannot blame a son for his father’s mistakes and in time, Matthias showed to be quite loyal.

These battles were simple minded though. We were once fighting over who controlled a river. If the losing side returned to that river, there would be a much greater battle. I even got some pay back from one of my brother’s killers. His name was Prince Dăneşti, and I made him praise me in every way I could before I killed him and left him in a grave.

I watched my side of the river and then a war began against the ottoman. It was to last three years and many people were against them. Even the pope at my time, which name was, Pope Pius 2nd set laws against the Ottoman. I loved it and at this age showed great love for such a war to begin.

I had grown in a world of death and war. I have fought battles for my people, with godlike strength and a violent mind. I chopped off peoples heads and impaled them on stakes. I had a field where I impaled my enemies on stakes. My revenge was coming so ever close.

I disguised myself as a Turkish man and fought everything from the Serbia to the black sea. With my disguise, I went right in their land and killed many people. Counting each one, I had killed. I had left a letter to their ruler giving the numbers ranging from 20-30 thousand people.

I had ceremonies religiously where I would eat bread and drink the blood of my victims. I think that it became an obsession. Sometimes I mixed the blood in with red rum giving a murderer a very appealing drink. It had such a wonderful taste.

With more battles, our towns back at Wallachia grew in numbers. Our towns were rich and clean but the fields filled with thousands of people impaled on stakes. I to my enemies was a very cruel king, but to my people I was a known great defender. In time, the lands around me feared my people, and I loved me. The people had jobs, faith, protection and schooling, which were free.

Then it was time to meet my first wife. We fell in love and she understood me in ways no one else could. I loved her in ways no one else could. We would talk about our lives and she even loved me for my good and my bad, my rights and my wrongs. If you want to know more of this love story like Romeo and Juliette, you may want to read another book. Look up… Dracula!

During the heat of the war I did accidentally mistaken a foe for friend. I guess you should blame a son for his fathers doing. As the son grows, he wishes to be nothing like his father, but as the boy turns old, he becomes like his father. It is all in our genes.

Matthias Corvinus betrayed me and took me prisoner for crimes I did not do. So once again, for years on end I was in captive. I moved around from place to place, repeatedly. Now, after some time, I was released and soon to re-marry.

Now I would like to note that Matthias Corvinus ruled over Hungary and in Hungary was a beautiful woman who admired me. Her name was Ilona Szilagyi and now the little secret; she was cousins with Matthias himself. So I married her and spent time in her house until I was released by Mr. Corvinus personally.

We lived our lives until I looked into my reflection to see an old man. Forty-five may not seem as old to you in your time but in countless fights, left in dark dungeons time catches up with you. Then in the faint of a moment, I saw myself young again and in my prime. Drinking from the river my wife called my name and as I looked for her, she was just messaging me to come forth.

Then I looked into my reflection. I saw myself young with blood dripping from both sides of my mouth. Then like a demon, I opened my mouth and had horrible teeth the size of fangs. Will I drink the blood of life Jesus had once promised? I was now a believer in Catholicism so I guess when the time is right, I will become forever.