“You are killed.”
“How?”
“With a stake through the heart, I believe.” I had never read the book, but I caught the movie version of it in all its erotic overtones and blood, and in different versions remade in different decades. I enjoyed the one in which Gary Oldman played Dracula. He had done a fine job, but the real Dracula standing here had me wringing my one glove, while my mouth became parched. The real Dracula would tend to do that to just about anyone.
Drakulya laughed. It was a crude and cruel laugh and stopped abruptly. His head leaned back, eyeing the large painting of himself above the mantle. He gestured toward it. “I was the Prince of Wallachia. I ruled with an iron fist.” His hand clenched. He then relaxed and dropped his hand to his side and finally half-turned to look at
