Dracula Meets Sherrielock Holmes

January 26, 2018 at 10:02 pm (Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel, western) (, , , , , , , , , )

Dracula Meets Sherrielock Holmes

Sherrielock Holmes did come downstairs wearing a lovely black evening dress.

She asked Belvedere her bartender, “Where are the troublemakers?”.

“They’ve left,” said Belvedere.

“Who are you?” Sherrielock Holmes asked the elegant stranger standing at the bar.

“The name,” the stranger bowed courteously, “is Dracula.”

“Dracula,” Sherrielock smiled a knowing smile, “like Vlad III the medieval 15th Century prince of Wallachia.”

Dracula gasped.

He didn’t think anyone outside Eastern Europe had heard of him.

This, Dracula thought to himself, was one intelligent woman.

Which made her a force to be reckoned with.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday January 26th
2018.

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A Mysterious Stranger In The Wild West

January 25, 2018 at 11:00 pm (Romance, The Supernatural, Vampire novel, western) (, , , , , , )

A Mysterious Stranger In The Wild West

It was a warm autumn evening in October of 1880 when a tall dark stranger arrived in the Wild West town of Hayden Colorado.

He did not arrive in town on horse or by stagecoach like most strangers did.

He just suddenly appeared in the night out of nowhere.

Although seconds before, a bat 🦇 had flown out of the night sky and landed on the main street in town in front of The Wild Tomatoes and Mushroom Saloon.

Where the bat had once flown, a tall distinguished man in elegant European style dress now stood.

The man with top hat and elegant cloak and coat with an elegant walking stick on whose top was the engraved carved head of a black wolf 🐺 entered through the swinging doors of the saloon.

The hustle and bustle of the saloon suddenly stopped when the stranger walked through the door.

All eyes turned on to the elegantly dressed stranger.

Every rough and tough rough and tumble cowboy looked upon the stranger with contempt.

The gunslinger with the meanest reputation in town walked up to the man and knocked off his top hat while laughing, “Well, well, what do we have here? A bit of a dandy eh?”.

The stranger gave the gunslinger a kick that sent the man flying out the door into the street.

The gunslinger’s best friend immediately pulled out his six shooter and fired all 6 bullets into the stranger.

The stranger did not even wince let alone keel over to the floor like any normal man would have done.

“Now, gentlemen,” Belvedere the bartender called out, “you know the Boss doesn’t like guns being fired in the saloon.”

Silence fell in the saloon.

The Boss was a breathtakingly beautiful Englishwoman with a fierce temper.

They didn’t call her the Dominatrix of the Wild West for nothing.

She’d quite literally whip any wrongdoer.

“What happened to the bullets?” Asked the startled 😱 man who fired the shots.

The elegantly dressed stranger calmly opened his right hand (which had been clenched into a fist) and dropped six bullets on to the floor one by one.

Everyone in the saloon immediately looked away from the stranger.

With the exception of Belvedere the bartender.

“Care for a drink, sir?” Belvedere was wondering if his boss Miss Sherrielock Holmes would come running down the stairs from her office wondering what the shots were about.

The elegant stranger took off his hat, cloak, coat and wolf’s head walking stick and laid them on the bar.

“I think I shall,” said the man as he took off his elegant black leather gloves.

“A glass of wine 🍷 perhaps?” Belvedere suggested.

“Yes,” said the man in a heavy Eastern European accent that sounded either Hungarian or Romanian, “I do drink wine 🍷 and I hope someday no one says otherwise.”

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday January 25th
2018.

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