NOSFERATU: The Beginning

NOSFERATU: Part-3

Florence and Jonas set off early the next morning, their two days' work behind them. The journey was filled with anticipation. Florence repeatedly clutched the Christ locket hanging around her neck. a long journey, they arrived at usnoba. They opened the large iron gate and entered the house. Their piton, Florence, got off the piton and ran to the front door. They knocked on the massive wooden front door, and it opened.It was as if someone was standing by the door. George was standing by the door in a tired posture. Florence was terrified to see his pale face with a blank stare. Florence's chest pounded.Florence rushed past George and ran towards him. She stopped in front of her room on the second floor. As she opened the door with trembling hands, she saw Eliana lying on the bed. Eliana's entire body was covered with a white cloth, and when the cloth was removed from her face, her pale, bloodless face was revealed. Florence walked out of the kitchen.Anastasia held the butterfly bottle Andre had given her. Anastasia asked Florence, "Excuse me, what do butterflies eat?"

Florence replied, "They eat Air."

Anastasia then asked, "air? But how will I feed them nectar?"

Florence replied again, "You can put some sugar water in a small dish or even a bottle cap. They can drink from that."

Anastasia, still confused, asked, "But how will they get air?"

Florence then said, "If you open the lid of the bottle, they'll get air."Anastasia said, "No, no, I know that if I open the bottle's mouth, the butterfly will fly away. But if I don't open it, it won't survive. What should I do now?"At ten o'clock at night, Florence fed everyone, put them to sleep, and went to her grandfather George's room next to her own. She placed the London on the table. Florence's eyes fell on a bound document on the table.Florence thought it was a diary. Florence took the diary in her hands and started reading it. A name caught her eye - George.Florence said. "So that means this is Grandfather's diary." Florence started reading the diary. Past experiences were not recorded,although they were deeply etched in her mind and brain. However, it is not always possible to remember them. With age, memories fade.So I've decided that from now on I will record all the moments of my life. In my old age, when I can no longer go on adventures, I will satisfy my mind with these. April 7, 1798 AD For this expedition, we came to Romania. After crossing the Black Sea, we traveled south directly from Ukraine. One night, we stayed at an inn in Bucharest, the capital of Romania. There were five of us. We kept the pack of wolves we brought with us in the inn's courtyard. For vampire hunting, hunting prey, or for our own safety, the wolves stayed there. We had a pack of our own pet wolves.The innkeeper, Petro, and his daughter, Fisi, were very hospitable. Unable to sleep, I went and chatted with Petro for a long time. From Petro, I learned that before independence, Romania was part of the Ottoman Empire's caliphate in the 15th century. In the mid-15th century, for the sake of independence, the ruler of Wallachia, Vlad Dracula, also known as Vlad the Impaler, declared war against the Turks of the Ottoman Empire. It is said that in this war, the corpses of nearly 20,000 Turkish soldiers were impaled and left to rot on stakes along the riverbank by Vlad Dracula. It is rumored, even heard through word of mouth, that Vlad Dracula drank the blood of his enemies. Hearing that Vlad Dracula drank human blood, I was quite surprised for a moment. It made me wonder, "Is Vlad Dracula a vampire?" At one point in the conversation with Petro, I told him the purpose of my visit. April 8, 1798 AD This morning, after completing our breakfast, the five of us vampire hunters set off for the forest. This is essentially where the vampire hunt of the five of us vampire hunters begins. Each of us has a garland of garlic flowers hanging around our necks. There is only one thing that vampires fear like the plague.Out of fear of vampires, it could be seen that almost every house in Romania had a garland of garlic flowers hung in front of it. To stay away from vampires, fire, salt, and iron were used. The five of us vampire hunters started walking towards an unknown path. A while later, as soon as I heard an annoying sound, I looked ahead and saw Badin hammering iron nails into wooden stakes with his wooden stake. These wooden stakes are used to pierce the hearts of vampires.This confirms that another nosferatu from hell has departed from the world. Nosferatu is a Hungarian-Romanian word that means "undead" or "vampire.