Spectral Claws: Ancient Recurring

Chapter 4: The Forbidden Palace Of ancient Instruments

The Dracula was quiet for centuries. He was hiding in the deep ends of China amongst the people of  Bodh Gaya. Ancient monks rich in insight and enlightenment knowing the truth and the ancient ways of fighting the unfightable for decades...and their helping hand was the Count himself. After years of seeking revenge and blood, he turned towards the good side and stayed with humans. No one knows the Count from within, he was always those that humans feared yet he was at plain sight being kind and showing mercy to the common earth-dwellers. The ancient dark dwellers of now hidden cities were the only places he ever visited after marrying a human bride and having a child in the human lands. He had left this child and gone away to seek. He left all the tribal ornaments of the Bloodteeth to his human friends who are now going under the name Mafia.

These brats have been holding in Bloodteeth and torturing them, holding deep secrets of the supernatural and betraying the trust of their leader the Count who is nowhere to be seen anymore and marked as dead. "These creatures are out of their mind brother...trying to indulge my dad's madness into this very human and massive party." the son of Drac seemed surprised attending a human party full of old and well-aged drinks, something that which he already goes uninvited often. The matter at hand was in every way more important to use my mind towards.

The mafia party had arrived at the palace-like place dressed as vampires from the teen famed shows. I couldn't help but see how naive they still are to bring their heads into the matter of the supernatural and treat all this as some kind of a Halloween party, "funny how this used to be a dungeon."I paused to look back at my friend, "And also funny how all dungeons do have.." the fellow I trusted with his intellects had looked back at me with aw and excitement. It pleased me to hear the right or any good answer from him, "Secret huge rooms filled with blocks of ancient wines.." yet he hasn't surprised me more as the son of the leader of vampires. I sighed at him and showed him a map I took with me. I spread it against my two hands showing to just the both of us."It has huge..secret..rooms full of coffins and treasures and secrets" He turned to see elsewhere and smiled, "Also the best place to take a woman secretly and you know to treat her the way a man should." His flirting talents had found a way back at the worst time possible while he was eyeing what caught his eyes, mine were always at the hands of these three great gentlemen using sign languages and sending messages to their guards across the hall, all of this was leading to something, the movement of every waiter, guard planned perfectly and it all seemed like a play, a dance, an orchestra filled with the right rhythm and tone to keep the act alive and steady. I happened to see all of it happen right before my eyes while my head was turning all over, it seemed too fluent for me all of this seemed like a dream. I had to close my eyes, the presence of another supernatural near me wouldn't my mind overwork this way. I read the map thrice, enough to plot the entire castle in my brain. I had to dance with my thoughts silence the rhythm of my mind and see the true happenings at hand.

Through my senses and contact with the different supernatural, I could say me and my very royal friend weren't all that alone in this whiskey filler funhouse that traps humans in just for the nourishment of certain high-placed gracious creatures that the lord just overlooked to care about. It's the key to understanding the mind of its leader, his house shall be easily framed in one's mind. I already knew where it began the dungeons held a few instruments, keys to facilitate this sudden party, and a self-made system of communication to talk to the mafia under the castle.

These materials are to be given to certain buyers, visitors to this party that has nothing to do with humans though being one of them and these volatile things are taken in a way that no human could get affected unless and until even of these 100 people working in the castle as servers, bartenders, cooks, guards slip, it was game over for everyone. The mafia team at the place was just three that the people could easily see and some of them did talk very easily to them though I can't doubt these random people that visit these three people at a castle amidst the woods as the buyers of something too valuable. I smelt something unlike I ever did at a party before, except at that one time I went to a girl's birthday party only to know that she was related to bloodteeth and had one of their ornaments on her neck. This time it was only stronger. I marked the person through his smell that crossed me in my mind going back to the system.

The place was a three-cornered roomed castle but to hell with the fourth corner, it was where the corridor lies to lead these people as though like a secret passage to lifts and stairs, and the leader of these demons know what even supernatural magic. It wreaked of all that...yet I made a mistake...

None of this really mattered except the dungeon. All of this was too perfect to plan for a day the way these people are moving perhaps is a play an entrance for someone to meet some great person amongst this huge crowd. It did seem too awkward for all this to look like a ball for people from the older generations...perhaps too old that they conduct it in a castle with treasures as old as ancient transcripts lead to.

I was disrupted from this standing meditation of mine by the companion I brought with, "No...why.." I seem displeased with his hand on my shoulder and allowed my rage to peak up high to the furthest corner of my head, it made me feel like I guzzled the drink a bit and I pushed his hand away only to then see his expressing his emotions very scared, sad and pathetic almost downing himself on everything he did up to this point. I must say the trip from my mind frames and back to my own body does seem very psychedelic and could put me off my balance creating a mind and vision fog exactly the same way as it does right now.

Yet all of it was the greatest bad time to happen as I realize all of it that he felt was towards the crowd staring at us and at a person sitting in somewhat of a priceless old treasure melded to be a sitting couch for the world's worst men's leader. The current leader of the Mafia in the west sitting and looking down at the people clapping their hands at him and except the ones that suddenly grabbed our arms and cuffed them. It all seemed clear at one instant, the party was only for the people of mafia and the few remaining supernatural that was brought from the outskirts, it included ancient Japanese, Chinese, aztec creatures too cleverly roaming amongst themselves masked like humans . The boozed son of a gun had made the whole palace with slides and pathways for this chair to move like a mechanical mini train all over the place so his butt never does ger down from it. It was cheap how he violated the only great thing the blood teeth have right now, that is proved to exist. "Really nice work, luring a wolveian and the son of Dracula himself...you have miscalculated what we are and we haven't associated with the king of vampires anymore but yeah we are here to disrupt this boy band of yours that goes around sneaking ancient, dangerous treasures from pits that should never be dug in the first place."

My friend had looked at me and then down,"So it was all because I'm here now...you were right I should have stayed..dang you dad."

He sighed and felt down even more and then the mechanical chair slid down from the upside to the place where his legs met my face still sitting and hovering in his technical chair above me trying to make me feel as cheap as that chair he is sitting on and he laughed as much as he could till the whole hall full of people broke out laughing and that shook me a little to know after all I was wrong," hahaha..oh boy, look at this kid I love him...It wasn't about this piece of nothingness his father left behind neither his dad though I am searching for him, no..no little wolf. I'm here because I know you are sneaking around trying to corrupt the plans I had put, the supernatural detective amongst humans.i know your dad...and your forbidden instrument is with me.." He took out a shiny ornament that resembled something from the past...and that shook me even more than it ever did..killing the egoistic mind of mine and keeping me cold still as it was the...forbidden instrument..of my dad's.