I, Mircea
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
655
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
I, Mircea
My main character is taken from history and through a large amount of research I found very little written about him. I was suprised that I havent found any published author having used this concept for him before. Maybe someday depending on how the story is received here I may finish the novel and try to have it published. This beginning I wrote about 12 or 13 years ago. If it is at all liked I will make regular updates for it.
I, Mircea
Chapter 1
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Pain. That’s all he could think about or feel. Pain from his eyes which had been seared out with hot pokers; Pain from his fingers they had cut off and fed to the dogs. Pain from the hours of torture he had endured at the hands of the very Boyars that had once served his father.
Their cries of anger and hatred were all around him as he was dragged from his cell. They pelted him with rotted meat and vegetables, the smells caused him to retch. He knew then that they were taking him to his death, but he had no fear left to give them. The last few days had sucked every ounce of fear from his body.
The crowd could sense his lack of fear and it unnerved them. He couldn’t see them but he could sense that every time he turned as if to look at them with his vacant eye sockets they would look away. Inwardly he smiled at the thought, they feared him now, and soon they would know true fear.
He would be the divine retributive hand of God. He would deliver to every single one of them the destruction they deserved, for he would return from the grave to consume them in the divine conflagration.
His great sin that night was thinking his motives were just and pure. Vengeance is never pure and rarely just; but as they pushed him into that hole and began to bury him alive, he could think of nothing more pure or just.
He could feel them standing above me some smiling, some laughing, but it all stopped the moment he turned his head toward them and smiled, then he was covered with dirt.
I, Mircea
Chapter 1
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Pain. That’s all he could think about or feel. Pain from his eyes which had been seared out with hot pokers; Pain from his fingers they had cut off and fed to the dogs. Pain from the hours of torture he had endured at the hands of the very Boyars that had once served his father.
Their cries of anger and hatred were all around him as he was dragged from his cell. They pelted him with rotted meat and vegetables, the smells caused him to retch. He knew then that they were taking him to his death, but he had no fear left to give them. The last few days had sucked every ounce of fear from his body.
The crowd could sense his lack of fear and it unnerved them. He couldn’t see them but he could sense that every time he turned as if to look at them with his vacant eye sockets they would look away. Inwardly he smiled at the thought, they feared him now, and soon they would know true fear.
He would be the divine retributive hand of God. He would deliver to every single one of them the destruction they deserved, for he would return from the grave to consume them in the divine conflagration.
His great sin that night was thinking his motives were just and pure. Vengeance is never pure and rarely just; but as they pushed him into that hole and began to bury him alive, he could think of nothing more pure or just.
He could feel them standing above me some smiling, some laughing, but it all stopped the moment he turned his head toward them and smiled, then he was covered with dirt.