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I'm in the process of writing a vampire novel and the issue of Dracula is going to arise. How does this sound?
The truth isn’t quite as romantic or as exciting as the legend. As Stoker suggested, the story can be traced back to a knight of the Order of the Dragon back in the fifteenth century, though he was in fact a member of Vlad Tepes' army, not the man himself.
Following a particularly long and bloody campaign against the Ottomans, the knight returned to his castle in Transylvania to find his wife dead. His servants told the knight that she’d become increasingly depressed in his absence, until finally she could take it no longer and threw herself from the castle walls. The knight did not take the news well.
First he slaughtered his servants, then the priests in his chapel. He then rode through the local village screaming, renouncing God, cursing the land and slitting the throat of anyone he saw.
When he was done, he rode back to the castle, filled a chalice with the blood of his dead priests, drank and threw himself from the same wall as his bride.
Now we fast forward a few hundred years. A European landowner - young, rich and eager to travel - is heading around the continent, buying up the most bizarre properties he can find, including the castle of a knight, driven insane by his wife’s suicide. Along the way, he indulged himself, as young, rich, travelling landowners do, humping anything with a pulse.
At one point, our playboy’s travels landed him in London, where he met and subsequently bedded a young newlywed by the name of Harker. Insanely jealous (as well as being a little nuts), Mrs Harker’s husband had a psychiatrist friend of his commit our landowner’s accountant. He was then filled with a cocktail of hallucinogens and paraded in front of local magistrates while he ranted on about his master coming to free him and the godly rewards he’d receive for his loyalty.
The landowner was kicked out of the country on charges of Satanism.
Much to the upset of Mr Harker, his bride left too.
So Harker put together his own little band of bounty hunters and chased the pair across Europe, eventually catching up with them in Transylvania. Following a very short stand-off, the landowner was decapitated in front of Mrs Harker, who was dragged back to London and locked in an attic.
Mr Harker had himself pronounced a hero.
Mrs Harker stabbed herself in the heart with a wooden tent peg.
The truth isn’t quite as romantic or as exciting as the legend. As Stoker suggested, the story can be traced back to a knight of the Order of the Dragon back in the fifteenth century, though he was in fact a member of Vlad Tepes' army, not the man himself.
Following a particularly long and bloody campaign against the Ottomans, the knight returned to his castle in Transylvania to find his wife dead. His servants told the knight that she’d become increasingly depressed in his absence, until finally she could take it no longer and threw herself from the castle walls. The knight did not take the news well.
First he slaughtered his servants, then the priests in his chapel. He then rode through the local village screaming, renouncing God, cursing the land and slitting the throat of anyone he saw.
When he was done, he rode back to the castle, filled a chalice with the blood of his dead priests, drank and threw himself from the same wall as his bride.
Now we fast forward a few hundred years. A European landowner - young, rich and eager to travel - is heading around the continent, buying up the most bizarre properties he can find, including the castle of a knight, driven insane by his wife’s suicide. Along the way, he indulged himself, as young, rich, travelling landowners do, humping anything with a pulse.
At one point, our playboy’s travels landed him in London, where he met and subsequently bedded a young newlywed by the name of Harker. Insanely jealous (as well as being a little nuts), Mrs Harker’s husband had a psychiatrist friend of his commit our landowner’s accountant. He was then filled with a cocktail of hallucinogens and paraded in front of local magistrates while he ranted on about his master coming to free him and the godly rewards he’d receive for his loyalty.
The landowner was kicked out of the country on charges of Satanism.
Much to the upset of Mr Harker, his bride left too.
So Harker put together his own little band of bounty hunters and chased the pair across Europe, eventually catching up with them in Transylvania. Following a very short stand-off, the landowner was decapitated in front of Mrs Harker, who was dragged back to London and locked in an attic.
Mr Harker had himself pronounced a hero.
Mrs Harker stabbed herself in the heart with a wooden tent peg.
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