Tvd: The Count Of Mystic Falls
Chapter One: Execution Night
The Month of December in the Year 1476, Visegrád
Inside of a holding cell, is a chained middle aged man with long messy black hair.
Loud footsteps could be heard stomping toward his cell.
The chained prisoner looks out the cell bars where he locks eyes with a guard.
The guard grins cruelly.
"It's time, Vlad 'the Impaler' Tepes III. It's time for your execution." Vlad just gives what seems like a smug smirk. Though behind his eyes is fear.
The guard unlocks the cell door and opens it. He grabs Vlad and yanks him out of the cell roughly.
Vlad couldn't stay standing with how rough the guard was dragging him out of the prison building towards a familiar area.
It was the area where his troops were slaughtered.
He couldn't help but feel the pain from their deaths flare up.
Tears start to well up in his eyes but he makes sure that they aren't noticed.
The guard suddenly tosses Vlad harshly towards another group of men.
Grunting out from the pain, Vlad tries to push himself up but feels a boot slam down on his back.
"Where do you think you're going?" A unfamiliar deep voice chuckles darkly.
The guard who had dragged Vlad to this spot, looks at the few other men.
The one who catches his eye, is the large bulky man who is holding a large axe.
"Are we ready to start?" He asks curiously.
The men all nod.
Vlad feels the collar of his top get grabbed.
He gets dragged to a somewhat flat stone.
"Place your head on the stone!" The cold voice of the guard orders.
Vlad slowly does as he was told.
He looks toward the starry night sky.
What a beautiful sight.
Feeling some sort of unexpected peace, Vlad goes to close his eyes.
"Well well. What do we have going on here?"
Suddenly, his eyes shoots back open in shock.
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