Chronicle of Blood (Chapter-A)

First section of my 3-day 3-chapter series-tale of vampire-sports, inspired by Anne Rice text/dimension.

Vampires have caught my human social fascination with the composition of blood-infused superstitions of dimension-crossings and flight and mobility/intelligence and eeriness, and I'm composing this 3-Chapter vampire mini-tale about incomplete-distances readings for the 'leviathan' of blood's weaknesses, and this is the first-one. Inspired very loosely by the works/style of Anne Rice. Thanks for reading, 

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Amlan and Marcus darted to Transylvania in a certain Xmas-season following Marcus' readings of this very stranger social media post about inhabiting blood-sucking clubs of very real vampires (claim) in Europe and wondered if their Selfie-nerdism detective consciousness, drawn somewhat from their interest in pulp-comics readings of horror and the afterlife, would draw in them some weaponry/knighthood for wandering through such 'net' traffic (hmmm).

This is the first chapter of the quest of Amlan and Marcus, pals from Dartmouth, and this first portion concerns their flight to Transylvania, where they learned of an interesting store of antiques which offered them a special vampire-detective (or hunter!) kit, including holy-water and concepts of life-infusion stance and lifestyle-habits edges and blades for self-composure in the engagement with these eerie 'humans' who didn't resemble innocence of normality or the brightness of childlike dodecahedrons (wow).

INN-KEEPER: You seek some flight of IQ for vampire-visages of hospitality, gents?

AMLAN/MARCUS: For aren't there vampire brains in Transylvania of legend/IQ?

INN-KEEPER: This Xmas-season in this region beckons post-Halloween facade!

AMLAN/MARCUS: We're detectives with a keen-eye for languages; all ages!

INN-KEEPER: Wander through and may ye seek the 'youth' of leviathan (IQ).

AMLAN/MARCUS: Thanx so much (for everything).

Amlan/Marcus found Transylvania quite the social media and tourism 'light' from readings and wondered if all the legends/maps of vampires of 'celebrity' and vampires of lurking/invisible fangs and entryways and alleyways of darkness or leviathan infused a hybrid of mortality and eternal-facade spirits. They were about to engage with a tour-guide vampire lady (Esmerelda), a woman from the East (Asia), who claimed this section of vampire's Earth was captained by a fearless 'blood-doctor' whose image imprinted on the pendants of his eerie followers reflected the seasons-spirits of Transylvania, even in modern culture.

VAMPIRE-WOMAN: This is his pendant, heroes.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Your claim's he'd want to greet us for a game.
VAMPIRE-WOMAN: May include a chase, through the woods, if you choose!

AMLAN/MARCUS: What's his name, lady of Transylvania?

VAMPIRE-WOMAN: You may not know it....lest you convert to our dark side.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Fight or flight, eh...but for trinkets and trophy?

VAMPIRE-WOMAN: This is a super market, heroes.

Amlan and Marcus decided to refuse this dark and eerie challenge but did contend with some of the dark members of this cult of Transylvania, in the very-same woods where they may've chosen to participate in an election-damnation-fate chase with this 'vampire-doctor' of Europe. Perhaps, they wondered, these random members lurking those very-same Transylvanian woods that Xmas, sought to create a defense-ring of 'operations' for honoring their 'captain' of Hell. Was this Selfie-like? Amlan/Marcus decided the next chapter of their world-quest could lead them to somewhere in the Urals.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)