Prologue

Long before Bram Stoker wove his tale of Dracula for the world to read as fiction, there existed a true creature of the night who went by just such a name. Did Mr. Stoker know this? I question if he might have, since much of what he wrote reads with remarkable accuracy.

If Mr. Stoker’s intention was to write a biography of an unbelievable being under the guise of fiction he did a decent job but missed a great portion of significance. To withhold such information from the unsuspecting masses -to believe or not believe as their conscience allows- is a wrong I don’t want attributed to me.

The story I’m about to share with you is a recount of true experiences of which I was a major player. It’s a tale of loving and finding love. It tells of family legacy and solidarity. It speaks of friendship, loyalty, bravery, compassion, and I’m sorry to say… horror. Because of this, I would like to point out that this story is not for the weak of stomach or faint of heart.

You’d expect to find a story like this in the fiction aisle of your brick and mortar bookstore instead of the non-fiction section where it truly belongs, and that’s okay with me. In fact, I prefer it. It makes it easier to tell a story that I find unbelievable even though I lived through it when it’s formatted and touted as fictitious. I feel free sharing the details under the guise of make believe.

There were times that I was not in the company of all who were involved, yet their experiences played a role in the story and should still be shared. In these cases, I will do my best to keep the story flowing by telling how it happened to the best of my knowledge while weaving myself into the story at the appropriate times when I personally experienced or witnessed it.

My name is Dan Tugur. I’m a vampire slayer and this is my story.

So, I begin…