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It´s time for the next chapter of “My Slightly Different Count Dracula”!
Due to the troubles with my arms it´s a bit shorter than usual but Phil Ryan´s performance should make more than up for that! Treat your ears and listen to his wonderful interpretation! I hope you enjoy it! Happy reading and listening! 🙂
Count Harecula felt his eyelids growing heavier as dawn approached but he resolutely tried to stay awake. He was feverishly hoping for Lizzie´s reply to arrive before his comatose sleep would overwhelm him the instant the first ray of sunshine hit the earth.
He paced up and down his bedchamber, for once not caring if he would ruin the handmade and expensive Tibetan rug that he had acquired on one of his many travelings through the Himalaya.
When it finally knocked on the door and a breathless Igor walked in without even waiting to be beckoned inside, Count Harecula had to restrain himself from seizing his butler´s shoulders and shake him in order to hurry him up.
Instead he turned deliberately slowly and simply raised a questioning eye brow.
Igor, simply ignoring the blasé attitude of his master, hurried over to him, holding in his hand the much awaited reply. He knew that with every second closer to sunrise his master risked to simply keel over on the spot, and that it would be up to him to carry his lordship to his coffin and deposit him there – a procedure that lacked not only any sense of dignity but was also surprisingly exhausting due to the sudden inflexibility of the Count´s limbs. Both, Count Harecula and Igor, always gave their best evading this scenario and usually succeeded, apart from a mere handful of occasions in the past.
Now with only minutes left, there really was no time for protocol. Igor simply thrust the letter in the Count´s outstretched hand, hurried over to the large windows that faced the grounds and parks surrounding the castle and began drawing the heavy brocade curtains. Normally one of the housemaids would see to this task but foreseeing that things were going to be tight this evening, Igor decided to take care of it himself tonight.
And for once, he didn’t even complain silently to himself about the fact that the Count had chosen a room with a view to rest during the day, although it held the threat to let his lordship burst into flames should the curtains or the coffin not be properly closed.
Igor simply couldn’t understand why the Count didn’t just pitch his camp in the vast cellars beneath the castle, this way it would mean less trouble for all, especially for him.
Igor vividly remembered the Count´s reaction when he had hinted at this point right at the beginning of his service for the Count.
Let´s just say, it wasn’t a pleasant memory, and Igor had refrained from asking the Count ever again.
Now as Igor was busy closing the curtains, he heard the rustling of paper as the Count took out the letter from its envelope. Igor had been slightly baffled to see the exact same letter he had seen to being delivered just a mere hour ago, but didn’t comment on it.
The next thing he heard was simply incredible and quite a bit shocking too, so that he jumped a little in surprise. Igor turned around and saw the Count hooting with laughter, prancing and bouncing about like a five-year-old.
Igor had never seen the likes of it. He also never saw the Count so wonderfully and beautifully happy. A man who was notoriously famous for being grumpy and sullen, bad-tempered and even nasty at times.
To his own astonishment Igor began to smile rather than to frown at this breach of etiquette. Of course, the behavior of the master always reflected upon his servants, and if anybody else would have happened to see this – and live to tell about it – Igor would downright deny to have seen his lordship presenting anything else than his regal and composed self.
But here, in this chamber and at this moment, Igor had to admit at least to himself, that it was the best thing he had ever been a witness to in his life.
It was at precisely this moment, that the Count keeled over and landed face first and with an impressive thump on the Tibetan rug.
To Be Continued…