Dracula Flow Script Novels & Stories

They both look so worried about sir Daryl. I clutched my wrist. I can feel my pulse and know my blood is flowing inside my veins. "He needs blood, right?" I said, and they both looked at me and didn't bother protesting against what I was about to do. I approach sir Daryl, and since he's unconscious and won't be able to bite me, I slice my finger until it bleeds and let my blood drop to his lips. And after a minute or two, he suddenly grabbed my arm, pulled me to him, and plunged his fangs into my neck.

The realization in Henry’s mom of fear, but not for her, for her family was showing in her face. “MOM!” Shouted out Henry “Run Henry! Run!” Henry’s Dad yelled as he tried to reach his wife. However, he was held down by 4 more vampires. Henry ran as fast as he could. Mara was not bothered by Henry’s departure. She was to be occupied by having to strong adults she could turn instead. Once she drained the blood out of Henry’s Mom, she dropped her to the ground and set her fangs on Henry’s Dad. Henry heard him say one last thing. “Henry Run and don’t look back!”

His face was so close to mine our noses were almost touching. "That's why you need to train your powers to be able to do it. The sacred book could only be open by you when you gain your full power or by someone else who managed to kill the chosen one. Once the book is open, a formula is written down inside. I know that the ingredients to it are a sample of the blood of each supernatural race. In order to do that you'll have to fight. Amaya, you can do this just believe in yourself. That's why I'm also here, to protect you. You're in good hands," he said to me while looking straight into my eyes. "Tell me, Damon, what happened to all of the chosen ones before me?" I asked making him sigh and

Drakko stared up at Dante for permission to look. “Look, brother.” Dante wanted to know what was happening because Ziss seemed too baffled to speak. Both of them stared. The vampires in the room who had a view of what was happening were too pale as if they would pass out themselves. Drakko himself turned pale, eyes moving to his little brother. Their eyes met and Dante immediately thought of the worst. “It’s not a baby.” Drakko suddenly said with Dante’s eyes going wider. Flavia was already crying out loud.

Any dark deed required a binding contract, one signed with the vital fluid that sustained life. He looked around for a dry spot to set the candle and paper down. Pools of water glowed in pearlescent gold, formed from the damp dripping from above. Stained by moss it didn't even look like water, rather like urine, tainted by infection. After a few moments he found a reasonably dry spot and knelt down carefully, unravelling the map and turning it over to look at the small writing on the back. He withdrew his knife, tracing a circle about him before puncturing the palm of his hand and allowing the blood to form a pool before casting it over the candle and onto the stone. It sank into the surface

"Doctor, my only request is that you write me a ten-day prescription for painkillers." Her hands trembled as she scrubbed further back through the footage. She found the day she had dragged me into the blood draw room. She watched the tube fill again and again with blood of the wrong color. The doctor beside her shook his head. "This patient must have been in the late stages of leukemia. When enough red blood cells are destroyed, the blood itself changes color." He did not notice the change in Winona's face. On the screen, the draw reached 33 ounces. My head sagged to the side.