Jonathan Harker

The trip had been tiresome. It had taken weeks and now Jonathan Harker was outside the castle home to Count Dracula. The sky had stayed gloomy and grey ever since he’d left England, the wind threatening to steal his top hat. He stumbled back as the large castle doors opened seemingly on their own. Against better judgment, he walked past the threshold and straight into the cold embrace of Count Draculas castle. What had he gotten himself into?

“Hello? Hello?” “She was… rather odd.” “…I’m sorry?” “I have to return to England immediately.” “I’m a lawyer, not a teacher.” “You don’t have any mirrors.” “Ow!” “I… don’t recall that.” “It’s fine, it’s nothing.” “Count?” “…Is there salvation for such creatures?” “Dracula. He’s one of them, isn’t he? He’s…Undead.” “How did I-…What am I doing here?” “No one calls me Johnny…” “I don’t remember her face. How can I not remember Mina’s face?” “I don’t have the strength.” “What if I just leave? What if I leave this place right now?” “You’re a monster.” “Are you going to… Kill me?” “Spare me.”