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How I spent my summer vacation or Vamp.Txt (as in Vampire) by Waldo Chapter 1 - Finals Chapter 2 - The Journey Chapter 3 - Romaniarc Chapter 4 - Castle Atle Chapter 5 - A Vampire is.....??? Chapter 6 - The end of the first week Chapter 7 - My adventure Chapter 8 - The first vampire Chapter 9 - Who did what? Chapter 10 - Facing the team Chapter 11 - The second vampire Chapter 12 - Aunt Bea? Chapter 13 - Return to campus life If you are underaged, don't like stories with any hint of transgender themes or don't like stories about vampires, then don't read this. For a discussion about this story, see the introduction. Chapter 1 - Finals "And in closing this portion of today's lecture, I'd like to summarize my remarks on this topic by saying that Vampires don't exist; have never existed; and can never exist. Are there any questions?" I requested from the crowded classroom. A man in the front row, whom I recognized to be a constant "not a damn thing to say but listen to my voice" asshole, instantly responded. "Professor Johnson, there has to be something true about all of the Vampires legends if they make so many movies about them." Although I knew his name from constantly looking at the seating chart, I made an exertion to respond without acknowledging his existence. "Legends are sometimes based upon actuality but most legends don't exist or couldn't exist although they are based on some very limited facts. Look at Paul Bunyon. At one time, there could've existed a very large lumberjack, but there's no way that he could have been at large as the legends portray. A similar situation exists with Vampires. In some little municipality, someone might have fought with someone and accidentally bitten their neck. In a confrontation, anything goes. If I'm fighting in a life or death struggle and losing, I might discover how easy it is to bite their neck or anything else that's vulnerable. And if it scares them, then I'll bite twice as hard. Look how canines fight and how they always go for the neck. You can see why it would be easy for someone to accept such a scenario and embellish the yarn. The person telling the original story probably told the truth and the second person added a little bit to it until we arrived at the current version." The asshole continued to hold his place on the floor and in my low regard by stating "If they don't exist, why do all of the legends have the same basic facts?" I tried to use an allegory that he would understand. I cautiously noted that "In folklore, a vampire is a malign spirit that refuses to join the ranks of the dead but instead takes possession of a body in order to continue enjoying the pleasures of the living. Western notions of the vampire come primarily from Slavic folklore, especially as it was interpreted by the author Bram Stoker in his 1897 novel Dracula. Everyone is familiar with the Santa Claus legend and knows that Santa doesn't exist. Yet when its Christmas time, they continue to tell the younger children stories about Santa Claus. As the children grow older, they tell their children their version of the Santa story. Its the same with Vampires. Think about how many times you've sat around a campfire and tried to tell a scary story. You usually tell one that you're familiar with and embellish it a little to suit your purpose. Any more questions?" I was trying to end this lecture and to get this asshole to shut up. I saw an arm come up casually and peered into the classroom trying to recognize the woman at the other end of the arm. I had never seen her before and most certainly would remember her. She had long black hair, white smooth skin, a beautiful face and an excellent body under her skin-tight dress that would make a lot of money in a topless bar. Breasts were the major focus of my libido and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to examine this woman's apparently fantastic body. I glanced down at my student seating chart and saw that her chair was marked empty. She wasn't one of my registered students. I walked across the platform so that I was a little closer to her and directed "Yes, in the back row. Your question? And please stand so everyone else can hear you" I didn't care if anyone heard her or not, because I was really interested in having her stand so that I could see a little more of her body. She ignored my command and exclaimed "Your arguments are very similar to those arguments that most atheist's use when they discuss religion. They've never experienced any aspect of god, yet they are experts in describing the fallacies of a religion that they've only looked at with a closed mind, Professor Ben Johnson." Being a professional instructor, I know when to ignore student comments and when to be a little theatrical about responding to the comments. Most times, I would have ignored this type of comment, but I was intrigued by her slight foreign accent. As well as interested in her attractive body. I stepped off of the stage and walked to the lower row of the steps going into the inclined bleachers. I took my time because I wanted to give this attractive challenger the limited attention that she deserved and to make sure that I emerged as a hero. I decided that the best plan was to let her talk and then everyone could see that she was full of shit. "I take it that you're very familiar with Vampires. Enough so that you might even know where I could find some?" I asked, with as much of a bland face as I could muster. She ignored my challenge and continued "My dear Professor Ben, I read your last book several times, hoping to find something salvageable. Although your peers seem impressed with your project, their over- stated opinion has to be limited to your writing skills and to your methods of discussing re-hashed theory. Nowhere in the book, did I find any real research or any hint that you thoroughly understood the topic that you were discussing." I felt my face get a little warm. I walked up two more steps so that I was level with her face and gave her a simple hand sign to continue. Might as well give her enough ammunition to bury herself. She smiled back at me. A beautiful smile that could really get me thinking about other things that involved my private sex desires. I had to concentrate to focus myself back from her body to what she was saying "Vampires do exist today. Because you don't have any first hand experience with them, you shouldn't have a closed mind and treat them as only a legend." I put my hand on my little beard and stroked it as I tried to keep from being sarcastic and shrugged "And you've got personal first hand experience with Vampires? Could you please tell me and our fellow students why you think that they exist?" She shifted position in her chair so that she was facing me a little more squarely. As she shifted, her legs uncrossed and then crossed with the other one on top. My eyes were diverted momentary as I watched her legs spread and for a half of a second I could see all the way up to where her legs joined her body. My mind registered `no panties' and then her smooth, long legs crossed again, hiding away the feminine treasure. I bit my lip to bring me back to re-focusing myself on her words. "I've got first hand knowledge of Vampires. My whole life has been concerned with Vampires and understanding the truth behind the legend. When I read your new book, I was very disappointed. Your credentials in other subjects are very good, yet your book on Vampires didn't have any substantial facts in it. As you know from looking at your seating chart, I'm not one of your students. I came here explicitly to hear your lecture and to make you an offer, my dear Professor Ben." she proclaimed. I didn't say anything. I took Real Estate 101 and knew that the first person that speaks in this type of challenge, loses. I just stared at her. She stared back, with a smile on her face. I continued to stare. She continued to smile. After about thirty seconds of silence, I knew that I had to take control of the situation even it broke Real Estate 101 Rule Number One. I turned around, deliberately walked back to the stage and to the podium. I leaned very carefully on the podium and in my best professor voice queried "Please call me either Professor or Professor Johnson. Why do you conceive that you're an expert?" She took her time answering, as she slightly changed positions again, but this time, I wasn't rewarded with a flash of her thighs. She affirmed in a very confident voice with just a slight trace of an accent. "Dracula really did exist. He was a real person that I used to know quite well. Although his name is synonymous with Vampires, he wasn't the first, nor the last Vampire. He is simply known better today, because he was very careless. Today there are over three thousand Vampires in the world. They do exist." "Are you one?" I asked. Her face remained stoic as she replied "I'll answer with an allegory that I found in your books. You don't believe in Vampires. Therefore, I can't exist. If you see me, then I can't be an Vampire because I exist. Therefore, I'm not a Vampire, according to the logic used to write your book, Professor Ben." She had insulted me and my book enough. I was getting pissed at her and doing my best to stay cool. I supported my chin on my hand as I quietly responded "I constantly have students harass me because they don't understand or appreciate the logic that I'm trying to teach them. I'm going to ask you one more simple question. If you respond with anything other than Yes or No, then I'll assume that you're simply an ignorant student harassing me. Are you a Vampire?" She smiled as she announced "Yes. And that's why I know that your book is so completely wrong. I'm at the top level of being a Vampire, which is the seventh level. Among my peers, I'm considered a princess and the heir to Dracula's worldly remains." There was a loud mummer in the classroom as the other students verbally reacted to her declaration. I held my hands up, requesting silence. I had her. She had fallen into my trap. I tried to hide my smile behind my beard and hand as I continued "Welcome to my humble classroom. I've been in the presence of royalty before, but never thought that I'd be this close to the Queen of Vampires. How did your father die?" She stood up and held a large envelope for a moment as she stared at me. Then she threw the envelope onto the stage as she replied "I'm not the Queen. You would be dead already if I was her, because she has quite a temper. I came here with an offer and almost backed out of it because I felt sorry for you but your stupidity gives me no choice. In that envelope is ten thousand dollars in cash. The money is yours regardless of whether you accept my proposal or not. Also in that envelope are contracts drawn up by my attorney. I suggest that you ask your attorney to explain them to you before you sign it. The terms in my contract specify that you'll bring four of your research students to my castle and spend the summer to study me and Vampires. I'll offer each of the five of you an opportunity to become a Vampire. At the end of the summer, I promise you that you'll be convinced that Vampires really exist and you'll have enough facts to take this piece of bull shit off the market and to write a real book. I'll see you in Romaniarc, my dear Professor Ben." She turned and walked up the ramp to the Exit door. I just watched her walk out, looking at her perfect ass as I stroked my beard. I waited until the door shut behind her before I stated anything. I remember my comeback quite well "Now what was I saying before I was so rudely interrupted?" I started talking about the next session's topics that were itemized on my syllabus. After my first couple of remarks, the pain in the ass guy in the front row asked "Aren't you going to look in the envelope?" I eased my glasses down on my nose and tilted my head to give him a proper glare as I calmly announced "Vampires don't exist and people don't put ten thousand dollars in envelopes and throw them on stages as they walk out of the room." He looked at the envelope and hesitated before he suggested "But it could be true. You never know and as a scientist, aren't you supposed to investigate every possibility?" I pulled my glasses off my face and looked at him. Then I put them back on and make a show of looking at my seating chart, even though I already knew his name. I wanted to make him think that I was looking it up and would remember it, because of him being such an asshole. Then I pulled my glasses back off, walked forward on the stage, so that I was the closest that I could get to him, without getting off the stage and muttered "Mr. Robertson, I applaud your inquiring mind. However at your age, I'd have assumed that you would have learned how to tell when someone is pulling your leg. She isn't a Vampire. They don't exist. She was here to upset my class and to discredit me. And I've got proof. I wasn't intending to add credibility to her statements by looking into the envelope before I threw it away. I was getting ready to ask her to leave and would have ejected her because of her profanity. I don't tolerate curse words in my classroom." I walked over to the envelope and returned to the stage in front of my male heckler. I declared quietly "I feel that I must demonstrate to you that what she was saying, was nothing more than a lie." I kept staring at Robertson as I opened the envelope and turned it upside down, dumping it on the stage. As I dumped it, I knew that something was wrong by the expression on his face. I looked down at the pile of paper on the stage and saw money. I bent over and picked up one of the loose bills seeing instantly that it was a hundred dollar bill. A real hundred dollar bill. As I looked at the pile of money and other papers, I knew that there was at least ten thousand dollars in that pile. ******** "No, I don't know who she was and neither did anyone in my class." I recited for the hundredth time. I was in the dean's office, with the head of security. It only took two hours for the rumors to circulate all through the campus and for me to be called to the Dean's office. Garvich was examining the money while the Dean had me explain again how I obtained the money. When I was finished, Garvich proclaimed "I used to work for the Treasury Department. These bills are real and there's exactly ten thousand dollars here. This unsigned contract lists her name simply as Margot and explicitly states that the ten thousand belongs to you, free and clear, with no strings attached. The rest of the contract is your typical legalese but what I can decipher, she is inviting you and four research assistants to come spend the summer at her castle in Europe. Your research assistants have to be two males and two females; and all have to be unmarried with no children. She'll pick up the transportation costs and you can spend one week at her castle, with no strings attached. During that week, she'll demonstrate to you that Vampires exist, and she explicitly guarantees the safety of everyone during the week. At the end of the week, she'll offer one of the research assistants the opportunity to become a Level One Vampire, whatever that means, with all of the appropriate legal contracts stating that she didn't coerce the assistant into it. She'll make the same offer to each of the other assistants, selecting one each week for three more weeks, video taping the offers. Then she'll offer you, Professor Johnson, the opportunity to become a Level Three Vampire. Her descriptions are quite explicit as to what she'll do and that each of you'll always have a choice up until the time that you agree to initially become a Vampire. After you become a Vampire, her descriptions state that the research assistants will be used as she sees fit, but that you must reconsider writing your book. She explicitly states that you won't be forced into writing it, but that you'll be requested to write a new book based upon what you've learned while you're her guest." The Dean looked at me and shrugged "Then the money is yours, regardless of your decisions. We'll make sure that you get to the bank safely. What do you intend to do about the contract?" "What do you expect me to do?" I wanted to scream but kept my voice at a constant pitch. I was getting pissed off. I've had jokes and hoaxes pulled on me before, but never one that cost someone ten thousand dollars. Who would go this far and do this to me? The Dean looked at me as he shook the ashes out of his pipe and declared "Someone has issued a definite challenge to you, concerning your subject knowledge. Doing nothing could be as dangerous as going there. "I agree. It seems that I've got to accept her offer, no matter what. Too many people are aware of it's challenge. I'll show the contracts to my lawyer and see what he has to say about it." I sighed, looking quietly at the pile of one hundred dollar bills that now belonged to me. Chapter 2 - The Journey My lawyer was quite impressed with the contract and with my story. He was even more impressed when he discovered the clause that gave instructions on how to apply for payment of my lawyer fees, from my contract reviews. He kept the contract for three days to review it and asked me to come to his office. "I sent a telegram asking for payment per the instructions and the money has already been deposited to my account. I billed them for four hundred dollars and they sent three thousand dollars. Whoever is behind this, certainly has money." he exclaimed. I nodded and he continued "The contract is quite explicit in it's promises and about what you've got to do. You can do nothing for at least five weeks as you observe her castle. You can also back out anytime until you sign the papers, allowing her to turn you into a Vampire. She included the paper and its a simple paper saying that she has afforded you every opportunity to decline, but you accepted the transformation offer." "But why is she doing this? Is she some Hollywood actress trying to use me in a publicity stunt?" "The law firm that she uses, is one of the oldest European lawfirms and has a very solid reputation. I asked for more details but received nothing. In the contract, she is referred to only as `The Mistress' or as `Margot'. There's no last name or any clue as to her identity. I don't know what her goals are. What are you going to do?" "Her visit to my classroom made the front page of the student paper. Everyone on campus is talking about my mysterious visitor and I'm being flooded with volunteers to accompany me. I really screwed up by opening the envelope and dumping the money on the lecture floor. The Dean told me that I had to resolve the problem quickly before it escalated any more. I don't know what I'm going to do." "What do you want me to do?" "Hire a detective to find out who she really is and what she is trying to do to me. Use the money that she threw at me." "I don't believe in ripping people off. Although I requested a small fee for reviewing the contracts, she sent ten times the amount, with instructions to use the money as needed to resolve legal issues. I'll double my fee and use the rest to hire a detective." ****** I was a celebrity on campus. Although I was used to getting one or two monthly invitations to campus social events, I was now getting flooded with invitations. Even the College President's wife called to invite me to a meeting with her tea group. I was constantly being stopped as students would volunteer to accompany me. It was so bad that for the first time in my life, I dreaded going to work. It was two weeks of this type of harassment before my lawyer called to request a meeting. "So what has your detective learned?" I asked as I leaned back in his easy chair. "The woman is a genuine mystery. There has been someone using that name for almost two centuries, in a little town in Romaniarc. Apparently she never ages and is the patron saint of the townspeople because they refuse to talk about her. She and a small retinue lives in a castle over looking the small town. Although there are all sorts of old rumors about her and the castle, no one is willing to discuss her. My man was able to take a picture of a portrait that was hanging in someone's house. The portrait was painted sometime around the 1883." He handed me a blown up eight by ten picture of a portrait hanging over the mantle. My hand started shaking when I saw that it was her portrait. She had a different hairstyle and clothes, but it was clearly her face and body. There was no mistaking the sculptured classic face, the hauntingly beautiful eyes and the voluptuous lips. If this portrait was genuine, then she was at least one hundred and thirty years old; and had never aged. For several seconds, my brain refused to work. Through a distant fog, I could hear my lawyer's voice, but couldn't understand a word that he was saying. The only thing that I could do, was to stare at the eyes of the portrait. The artist had captured her dark mesmerizing eyes exactly. Finally I was able to pull my head up and to stare at the lawyer who was staring at me. I heard my now hoarse voice ask "Are you sure about when the portrait was painted?" The lawyer responded "Yes and no. My detective noted in his report that the portrait seemed genuine. I asked for another follow-up visit and the detective declined. He terminated our agreement, refusing to return to that town for some unknown reason. I can hire another detective but he was one of the best in Europe." For over thirty seconds, I just stared at the black and white picture clutched in my sweating hands. Then I directed "School is out in seven weeks. I'll use that time to select my research assistants. When I send them here to sign the contracts, don't hide any facts from them." ****** The Dean wasn't happy with my decision, but finally acknowledged that it was our duty as educators to research and investigate. He made it clear that it wasn't the school's research project but one of my own choosing. When I announced to my class at the end of my daily lecture that I was accepting the invitation, I got the expected results. For about a minute, there was pandemonium in the classroom as everyone talked at once. When I finally got order restored to the class, I simply stated "I plan to participate, in order to lay to rest, the potential that vampires exist. The detective that I hired to investigate the young lady, wasn't able to confirm or deny any of her claims. He did reveal several issues that are interesting research material and that need to be investigated. The school refuses to participate, but is allowing me to announce my intentions. Anyone that desires to accompany me, will be required to bring their lawyer to meet with my lawyer and the school's lawyer." There was a hush in the classroom as I looked around the assembled students. Then a very familiar voice piped up "What if she is really what she says that she is?" I didn't have to look at the seating chart because I recognized the voice from it's daily bleating. "Mr. Robinson, I don't believe in Vampires and will waste my summer, proving it for the record. Do YOU have a lawyer?" "Why, no." "Too bad. I was hoping that you would be one of my volunteers. You're so opinionated about so many topics that I thought that you would be a good assistant." ****** I made the front of the student paper again. And the local newspaper. And a page seven on the biggest newspaper in the state. I was flooded with applicants. And with all sorts of advice and suggestions. I assigned two of my research students to record, itemized them and document the results. I'd use that as documentation in my next book, which would be a follow-up to my last book. If I was going to waste a summer, then I'd write a book about this unique experience. I rejected most applications quickly. Then I invited sixty of the best applicants to a classroom meeting, where I discussed everything that I knew. At the end of that meeting, there were still about forty applicants. I set up meetings to meet with those people one at a time. I was able to weed out most of the publicity seeking applicants quickly. I had selected the two men and one of the women, when I received an unscheduled surprise. "Come in, Mr. Robertson. Are you here to harass me about the results of your last test?" "No sir. I'm here to volunteer. I've been doing a lot of thinking about it and would like to accompany you." "I've already decided on the two male students. Why should I replace one of them with you?" "Because you don't like me. I know that you don't. It comes across in the way that you try to belittle me in the class. I can't help it if my questions upset you. I'm here to learn and use the only method that I know, to inquire into topics that I don't understand. I'd have volunteered the first day, but thought that you would reject me just because you don't like me." I leaned back in my chair, and stroked my beard as I thought about his comments before replying "Touch,. I thought that I kept my personal opinions better hid. Well, all other things being equal, you're one of my better students in that class. Do you have a lawyer?" His face lit up in a big grin "Yes, sir." ****** In addition to Jack Robertson, only one other selectee was a current or former student of mine. Her name was Diane Walker, and she was a young woman that I wanted on my team, just for her brains. She constantly wore matronly business suits or sweatsuits, trying to hide her large breasts behind her suit jacket. I could tell that she had to strap them in each morning in a tight underwire bra for support or they would have hung down like two large udders. She was eighty pounds overweight, her appearance was unkempt, she had a business-only personality and she was a bookworm. She spent every waking moment in the library, studying. I felt pity for her because it was very obvious that she had no life outside of the large pile of books that she constantly carried with her. Her academic credentials were fantastic, considering her age. The other woman was selected for one reason only. Not that I'd admit it to anyone, but I wanted the opportunity to try to get into her pants. I may be a middle-aged, slightly portly, balding college professor, but that doesn't mean that I'm dead under my trousers. Janet Markson was one of the most beautiful women on campus; with the type of body that men drool over and other women hint about surgical augmentation in very catty tones. She had it all - large firm breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, long, shapely legs, long flowing blonde hair, beautiful eyes, classical face and voluptuous lips. She was a very beautiful woman and knew how to use it to her advantage. She was a journalist student and I used that as the listed criteria for selecting her; knowing that people would think that I had used other criteria for selecting her. Just looking into her pale blue eyes, was enough to start a daydream about oral sex with her. I had to select her when she looked up at me with those soft blue orbs as her mouth made a slightly oval shape before she answered one of my questions. After our interview, I discovered that I had become so horny that I was almost beside myself. I wanted to cum just to relieve the incredible tension that I built up fantasizing about the beautiful woman that had just left my office. The other man was Brian Edwards, who was a theological student. I selected him because I wanted someone to think about the mysterious Margot from a religious viewpoint. Looking at my selected team, I was very happy with the way things worked out. I had one person well versed in religion, one scholar, one muscle man and one bimbo. I called a meeting with my chosen group, re-discussed all known facts and risks, and gave each of them an opportunity to back out. I gave each of them a small portable hand-held tape recorder and a couple of boxes of batteries so that they could tape their daily journals. I extracted a promise from everyone that we would keep daily verbal diaries which would be shared when we returned. When no one declined the trip, I sent them to see my lawyer, to sign the necessary contracts with Margot. Chapter 3 - Romaniarc I was involved in a lot of projects. Before I realized it, school was out and it was time to leave the states. My lawyer had arranged transportation for everyone. I also discovered that I might have a problem with one of my choices. After locking us all in a room to discuss the trip, I discovered that Diane had a very dominate personality when it was time to get down to business. That didn't affect my selection of her, but made me wonder how I missed so badly in evaluating her personality. We took a flight to Poland and a train to Romaniarc. In Romaniarc, a bus carried us to Daniskorf, which is a little town about sixty miles from our destination. From that point on, there were no modern facilities. Our transportation was a horse drawn cart, which was laden with our luggage and Diane's books. She brought three boxes of books that she planned to read during the summer. Our horse-pulled wagon trip took all day to climb the narrow mountain roads. While at first, it seemed romantic to arrive this way, by lunchtime I was so frustrated from smelling fresh horse shit, that I wanted to turn around to go back home. Our driver wouldn't talk much and kept rushing us. He wanted to be home before dark and we wanted to get off of this damn smelly, cramped wagon. Finally we topped a ridgeline and the driver grunted "Paglia." pointing to a town down in the valley. I looked at the surrounding mountains, searching for the castle that supposedly overlooks the town, not seeing anything. "Where is the castle?" I asked. The driver mumbled "You won't see it until we get into town." As we continued down the winding dirt road, I used my binoculars to search the mountain sides, trying to find any signs of a castle. There was none, so I resigned myself to having to wait. As we entered the little village, it appeared as if we had gone back in time. This was a seventeen century village, not only in the architecture, but in the way people dressed. Men wore heavy, old fashioned wool suits and coarse shirts. The women wore long, wide skirts and tied their hair up in buns. As we entered the village, people would stop and stare at us almost as much as we were staring at them, keeping their faces as emotionless as possible. Then Diane cried "Look up there." I turned to look where she was pointing and saw Castle Atle for the first time. It was a large castle and it was right in the center of the area where I had been examining with the binoculars. It was so big and so prominently placed on the bluff that I should have been able to see it without the binoculars. So why wasn't I able to see it? The driver stopped in front of a tavern and shrugged as he dismounted from the cart "This is as far as I go tonight. You stay here tonight and then I take you up in the morning. If you're smart, you'll be ready to go home tomorrow." "Look, my good man. We paid good money to travel to Castle Atle and would like to get there tonight. Take us on up the mountain. We still have enough daylight to get up there." He looked up at the Castle and softly replied "But I don't have enough daylight to get off of that mountain. My life is worth more to me than anything that you could pay me." He refused to budge from his decision. Finally, we climbed down from the cart and entered the Inn. The bottom level was a tavern and several of the townspeople were sitting at the tables, with large mugs of the local beer in front of them. The Innkeeper introduced himself to us and declared that he had reserved five rooms for our party. After checking in, we went upstairs to our individual rooms to freshen up before dinner. I came downstairs and saw Robertson sitting with Janet at one of the long picnic type tables. As I sat down, he poured me a beer from the big pitcher sitting on the table. Then he muttered "They really know how to put on a show. About ten minutes ago, someone went outside and closed all of the shutters. Then they came in here and barred the windows." Janet grinned as she jumped in "My windows are all permanently barred from the inside. OHSA would have a field day here, discussing fire safety regulations." "It appears that the whole town is participating in Margot's scheme. They've got to be doing it because of their poverty level. She clearly has money and can afford to buy their involvement." I responded, taking a sip of the heavy brew. Brian sat down, putting a pack of cigarettes on the table. Janet helped herself to one of his cigarettes as he proclaimed "I don't know what's going on here, but clearly everyone is scared of the castle and it's occupants. I could write my doctorate thesis just on the controlled mass hysteria that I've observed so far." She exhaled a cloud of smoke in the air as she noted "I agree. The townspeople are scared of something but they accept the terror as a every-day fact of life. They know that they've nothing to fear from us, but they are watching us because they know that we are going up there tomorrow. I love it. This is what I was hoping that we would find." I stared at her, quickly observing how her full breasts strained her blouse as she breathed. Before I could add any more comments, Diane joined us, requiring almost two places at the table, because of her width. "I spent a couple of minutes researching the words carved into the bottom of the tavern's outside sign. It loosely translates to `the godless sanctuary of god's punished people'. Did anyone examine that portrait in the next room?" I looked at Diane as she pointed toward the open doorway. I carried my beer mug as I walked toward the room. Inside the room, my attention was immediately pulled to the large portrait hanging over the mantle. It was a picture of the woman that issued the challenge, but she was dressed in antique clothes similar to the rest of the natives. As I stared at the picture, the Innkeeper groaned softly "I've been alive for fifty-seven years. Every year of my life, I've seen her at least once. She hasn't changed or aged in my lifetime. My father and my grandfather told me the same thing; as did their parents tell them. She doesn't harm us or anyone in the village, although some of our neighboring villages have reported some very strange happenings. We are afraid of her and her friends but tolerate them, because we have no other place to live. I go to her castle only when I'm commanded." "So you're familiar with the castle. Good, I was trying to research it's name. I can't find any references to Castle Atle anywhere. Do you know where it got it's name?" "Many years ago, there was a sign outside the castle, with carved letters hanging from the sign. After one bad storm, only four letters remained on the lower part of the sign. Those four letters were Atle and our ancestors started calling the castle by that name." "Interesting. Do you know what the sign originally said?" "Yes. The faded letters can still be seen. It used to read Castle Afterlife." Then he stepped in front of me so that he was only inches from my face. I could smell his strong garlic breath from his yellow teeth as he quietly but firmly stated "I don't care why you're here. But it can't be worth your lives. For your soul's protection, turn around tomorrow morning and go back where you came from. You've been warned." He turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the room with her picture. I turned around to see my assistants standing in the doorway, clearly observing my discussion with the Innkeeper. Chapter 4 - Castle Atle It was a non-eventful night. I half expected someone to tap on my window as they flew outside my balcony. But I really wanted a naked Janet to slam open my door and proclaim "Take me. Fuck my brains out. Fill me with your cum." Just the thought of her doing that, was enough to invoke a large erection, which had to be resolved by my lubricated hand. Using my over-active imagination, I developed a state of hypersexual arousal that no amount of masturbation could relieve. Just because I'm an extremely well educated professor, doesn't mean that I'm not subject to the demands of my body and my sexual imagination. We had the tavern to ourselves the next morning as we ate a breakfast of warm, sticky gruel prepared by the Innkeeper's very large and smelly wife. I watched her as she reached into the coal bucket, selected a couple of lumps of coal with her bare hands and threw the coals into the roaring fire. Then without washing her hands, she started needling the dough that she would bake into the day's bread. Clearly sanitation was another skill that these natives needed to be instructed in. The wagon driver stuck his head in the door, making sure that we were ready to leave. After we finished breakfast and paid our bill, we put our luggage back into the wagon and climbed back on. The gaiety that we had experienced at breakfast, was gone as we stared at our destination. For the next hour, the horse gradually pulled the wagon up a winding, narrow road, that frequently was almost too narrow for the wagon. I discovered that I was more comfortable in getting off and walking behind the wagon, especially when I saw how close the wagon wheels were coming to the cliff's edge. When we reached the top of the mountain, the road led down through a little wooded flat area that almost blocked sight of the castle. As we approached the castle, I saw the sign. The remaining letters only spelled "Castle Atle" but adding in the missing faded letters, the sign read "Castle Afterlife". A shiver ran down my spine. Just before he entered the courtyard, the driver made the sign of the cross. He drove the horse through an archway into a large stone paved courtyard. He quickly unloaded our luggage and started turning the wagon around. I looked around the courtyard at the ivory and moss covered stone walls, feeling a tremendous sense of dread that I had never experienced before. Looking at my companions, I could sense that they were also feeling something, but I credited their fear to the mass hysteria that the natives had been exposing us to. Diane looked at me and muttered "I don't see any welcome mat. Where is our hostess?" Brian pointed at a doorway and suggested "That appears to be the only entry into the castle." I opened my suitcase and removed the five flashlights that I had brought with me, passing them out as I instructed "We don't know what is going to happen inside. Based upon the townspeople's reactions last night, we should be prepared to expect a very good demonstration of terror. Everyone stay together while we walk into this potential trap." They followed me as I marched to the doorway. The doorway was recessed, with a ten foot high ancient wooden door. I pushed the door open, half expecting a loud squeak, but there was no sound as it easily opened, revealing a large room. There was a fire in the fireplace and somewhere in the castle, someone was playing the piano. Brian whispered "Beethoven." Janet responded "No, I think that I recognize it. Its one of Mozart's sonatas." Behind us a voice proclaimed "You're both wrong. Its an original composition that I wrote almost three hundred years ago. Both of those composers were students of mine, which we can talk about later. Welcome to my humble home, Professor Ben." We turned quickly, surprised that someone had been able to sneak up on us. Margot was standing behind us. She was wearing a white low-cut slipdress that flowed down to the ground, hiding her legs and lower body, while exposing just a glimpse of her pale cleavage. She smiled as she welcomed us. "Please call me Margot and forget about my title. Did you have a good trip?" I nodded and announced "Let me introduce everyone." Margot held up her slender wrist as she apologized "Introductions aren't needed. For the last month, they've been studying me. I've been just as aware of them and why they really wanted to come here. The tall football player is Jack Robertson, who was in your classroom at our last meeting. Jack is here because you publicly challenged him, just as I challenged you. He had to come or face ridicule from his peers who started harassing him as soon as you issued the invitation. You asked Jack to be part of your team because he is the strong, muscular type; not because of his brains. You expect to use Jack's rugged good looks and jock body to seduce me, to find out more about me. Thank you, Professor. I'll take your gift to bed. Sometime between now and the next full moon, I'll let Jack join me in bed." She slightly turned so that she was facing Brian. "Standing beside Jack is someone that considers himself to be the future replacement for the American evangelist, Billy Graham. Mr. Brian Edwards came here to meet his version of the anti-Christ and to save your souls. Too bad that you'll lose that battle. During your time here, I hope to educate you so that you become one of my most devout associates. It may interest you to know that the Pietism Reform failed because of my direct opposition. I turned some of the key leaders into Vampires that eventually reduced the impact of the Reform." Brian looked at me as he explained "The Pietism Reform was a reform movement in the German Lutheran Church during the 17th and 18th centuries, which strove to renew the devotional ideal in the Protestant religion." Margot smiled "Correct. Its so delightful to be able to open myself up and not have to hide my true disposition. So glad to meet you gentlemen. You'll more than suffice for my purposes and I welcome you to my home." She turned to face Diane as she continued "You were a surprise. I didn't expect you to participate. To dedicate a whole summer to something isn't normal for you. You like to have multiple research projects going on at the same time. You're recognized as a budding genius, have a reputation as a promising scholar, and could have wound up doing summer research at any think tank in the world. In more ways than one, you're a very complex person. You ignore your birth sex and do everything to camouflage your feminine gender by deliberately being overweight and your choice of appearance; yet you seek sexual relief with attractive females. You like to have the best of all possible worlds. You enjoy sitting naked with your girlfriend, sipping cocktails following a long drawn out session of mutual deep tongue kissing, nipple sucking and frenching each others cunts to a number of orgasms. You didn't volunteer until you found that the very attractive Janet had been selected. Is that why you really volunteered?" An obviously angry Diane returned Margot's smile as she replied "I volunteered because you're so full of shit. I wanted the opportunity to be on the team that shut you down, once and for all time." Margot nodded her head, replying "Thank you for your honesty. I promise to indoctrinate you in an appropriate manner, so that you're no longer a bull dyke. When you leave here, you'll truly be a different person. That's, if I let you leave here." Margot turned to face me "And Professor Ben, its so good of you to take time out of your busy schedule to visit with me. I approve of your research assistants choices and I promise to make this summer as interesting as possible. At the end of our summer together, I've got ten copies of your book that we'll burn simultaneously, as you prepare to return to your campus to write your new book. I know that you'll look forward to correcting the facts in this new book that were so wrong in your current book." She stepped forward until she was standing in front of Janet. They stared into each other's eyes, sizing each other up as Margot continued "Janet came here because she wants to become a TV anchorwoman on her own networked news program. She is looking at this as the story of a lifetime. The type of story that opens doors for her. Janet isn't what she appears to be. Thanks to a rich and indulgent parent, Janet has had almost every part of her body modified or enhanced since junior high school. The skilled surgeons built her a body that can make most men dream about her as they masturbate themselves to sleep. She would prefer to use her brain to accomplish her goals, but isn't above using her body. Are you aware, that every one in your party has set personal goals of obtaining you as a sexual partner this summer?" "That bull shit doesn't bother me. I do what I want and with whom I want. Your scare tactics don't frighten me." "Now, ladies. I think that we are getting off on the wrong foot. After all, we have to live with each other all summer. Margot, I request that you use a little more civility. I don't see any reason to provoke arguments at this time." I declared, trying to restore a little order, and feeling embarrassed about my masturbation fantasy involving Janet the night before. Margot looked at me, with a smirk on her face as she whispered "You're quite right about how you've got to attempt to live. But I'm forgetting my manners. Come into my home and let me show you my ancestral palace. I'm quite proud of it." She walked into the doorway, leaving us to stare at her back as we looked at each other. Before I could a step, Diane followed her. We walked into the large reception hall, hearing our footsteps echo from the cathedral ceiling. The hall was at least one hundred and fifty feet long and seventy feet wide. The ceiling was almost ninety feet above the floor and there was a balcony around the edge of the room. Margot walked straight to the fireplace before turning to face us again. She sighed, revealing just a trace of sadness on her face for the first time. "My home is seven hundred years old. It was built by my father for his son and daughter; and their grand-children. When it was half completed, my father hanged a gypsy for stealing a pig. The rest of the gypsies put a curse on my father. As he laid dying in his bed, he passed his curse to me, his only relative." Brian exclaimed "Whoa. You claim that you're over seven hundred years old?" "Correct, and I've got documentation to prove my age, some of it confirmed by various religious and government heads over the years. I'll show you the documentation tomorrow. This is the main reception hall. My castle has seventy nine rooms, with the smallest room being forty by forty feet. It has five different levels, with two basements and three above ground floors. I've got adjoining rooms on the second floor that'll be your bedrooms. My room is just down the hall." Diane interjected "You don't sleep in the basement in a coffin?" "Only when we have a movie being filmed here. I sometimes rent the castle to film crews. I'm truly surprised that you haven't asked me how I manage to roam during the daytime yet." Before Diana could respond, I suggested "Could we see the rest of the Castle and save the insults for later?" We followed her through the upper Castle as she pointed out the kitchen, the dining room, the carriage house, the restrooms, the gym, the chapel, the nursery, the Conservatory Studio, and the Library. When Margot opened the door to the library, both Brian and Diane rushed in, almost getting in each other's way as they looked at the book titles. Brian didn't want to leave the library and left only after Margot promised that he could return after she showed everyone where the bedrooms were. We went up to the second level to find a long corridor wide enough to set up six bowling alleys. Margot opened five doors, allowing us to select the room that we preferred. When we were finished with the quick tour, she suggested "Why don't you bring up your luggage and relax until dinner. If you get hungry before then, please fix something in the kitchen. You can explore the Castle and grounds, but I recommend that you're within the Castle walls before the sun goes down. Its very easy to get lost and fall off the cliff in the dark." After I unpacked, I wandered down to the kitchen to fix myself a sandwich. I found Brian, Janet and Jack whispering about something. As I sat down at the table, Janet whispered "I went looking for the piano and to meet whomever was playing it. I found neither." "I searched for the entrance to the lower levels. I found what I think is the doorway, but its locked from the other size." declared Jack, as he handed me a fresh loaf of bread. "I didn't bother to unpack. I can do that later. I went back to that library. There are books in there that have only been rumored about in scholarly circles. If those books are real, this is the world's best collection of antique books outside of the Vatican's library. There are ancient books about Satan, devil worship and almost every other facet of evil. I experienced two emotions while looking at the books. I wanted to burn them so that the evil would be destroyed forever, yet at the same time, I was drawn to read them; to seek the knowledge that has been hidden all these years." exclaimed Brian as I joined them at the table. "Anyone known where Diane is?" I asked, looking around to see each of them shake their head. "Vampires can't exist." I continued "But its easy to create illusions. Whoever this woman really is, she has assembled the right props and the right conditions to create mass delirium among us. Remember that we are here on a scientific expedition to prove that this is a hoax. I expect each of us to take a deep breath, step back, look at the facts, and then document the facts. We'll make no assumptions while we are in an environment where our thought process can be manipulated by the environment. According to her contracts, I'm the last person that will have anything occur to me. Therefore, the four of you're more at risk than I'm. No one goes anywhere, unless they've got someone else with them. Understand? Now, let's go find Diane." Chapter 5 - A Vampire is.....??? Diane wasn't in her room. For the next twenty minutes, we wandered through the Castle, not seeing any sign of Diane or our hostess. It appeared that we were the only ones in the Castle. Jack showed us the entrance to the basements, but he was right. The door was bolted on the other side and we couldn't force it. After we searched all of the upper rooms, we went outside, where we found a path leading to a small cemetery back in the woods. Diane was in the cemetery writing notes in her little notebook. "Diane, we can't separate. What are you doing out here?" I yelled, feeling anger at myself for thinking that something could have happened to her already. "Sorry, Professor. I wanted to explore the outside of the Castle while it was still daylight and found this old graveyard. I've been documenting the names and lives of the Castle's occupants. Look at this tombstone that I just found." I looked at the weathered, crumbling tombstone. I could barely make out a couple of letters and some dates. It was so weathered that I couldn't read it. I shrugged "What does it say?" She smiled as she eagerly responded "The letters are difficult to decipher and its in an old almost forgotten Romaniarc dialect. I had to look it up to translate the carving, but it claims that Vlad Dracul, the King of Walachia, is buried here. He was the father of Vlad the Impaler, who was born in 1431 and died in 1476. Junior was the Prince of Walachia from 1456 until his death in 1476. Junior also was the person that the Dracula legends are based on. He was a real Prince that fought bitterly against the Turks, and used his sadistic cruelty on his subjects and Turkish prisoners alike, before he was beheaded by the Turks. The old man was known as Vlad the Devil, which resulted in the son's name Dracula, or son of the Devil." As I stared at the tombstone, I heard Jack mummer "SHIT!!" I traced my fingers over the tombstone, as if it would reveal anything, then asked "Any way to verify the age of this tombstone, without carrying it to a lab?" Behind us, Margot answered my question "Yes, you can ask me. I was here and participated in my father's funeral. She translated the ancient, almost forgotten dialect correctly. You're standing beside the grave of Vlad Dracul." I turned immediately, wondering why we hadn't heard her approaching over the dried leaves that crackled as we tromped on them. "Tombstones have been faked for centuries. And if it does turn out to be the authentic tombstone, it doesn't prove that Vampires exist." She smiled a half smile as she languidly walked around our little group, being careful to not step on any marked grave until she was standing beside the tombstone in question. Then she proclaimed "Theories are based upon a collection of facts. If all the facts are correct, then its possible to form a theory, which can then be proved or disproved. Its easy to prove that this is an authentic grave of a royal male that died in the middle fourteenth century. In my library are ancient books that document that this person was Vlad Dracul. Because you and your friends have such a narrow understanding of life, you can't comprehend that its possible for his child to be still alive. Before I convince you that vampires exist by turning you into a vampire, I want to convince you through logic, that vampires exist." Janet blurted "What is your definition of a vampire?" Margot nodded as she responded "Good question. Let me start by explaining where the current legend began. Somewhere around 1840, a young man visited my castle. I felt sorry for him and allowed him to study in my library and then to depart unharmed. Years later around 1897, I received a book through the mail about Dracula, written by Bram Stoker. It chronicled the ascent and destruction of Count Dracula, a vampire who feeds on human blood. Stoker's story was set in London and Transylvania about a young Englishman who gradually unravels the secret of Dracula's attacks on young women, who are transformed into vampires. The hero is assisted by a Dutch scientist named Van Helsing who ultimately kills the vampire. I was so intrigued with the book that I visited the author to find out the source of his facts. I was very surprised to read a real diary from my young friend a half century before. I also discovered around that same time that a person known only as Jack the Ripper was a lower level vampire and was using the knife to hide his desire for blood. I tracked him down and killed him when he tried to fight me, instead of working with me." Janet laughed as she interjected "Did you convince Bram that you were the real McCoy?" "I made a mistake with him. And with several other authors that continued his tale. I let them continue with their mis-leading tales, allowing the legend to continue down it's incorrect path. That's why I finally decided to have one book written, that was correct and set the facts straight. Other authors will continue to confuse history, but I want one book with the correct facts." I crossed my arms, stroking my beard as I reiterated Janet's question "What is a vampire?" "There are seven levels of vampires. I'm the highest level. If your research assistants voluntary submit, I'll turn them into the lowest level vampire. At that level, they'll feel more alive and vibrant than ever before. They'll feel stronger and more aggressive. They'll be able to feel and enjoy the slightest touch that couldn't be felt before. They won't age externally as rapidly, although they'll only live a normal lifetime. They may be seventy years old when they die, but they'll look the same age as they do now, give or take ten years. They'll be able to sense some of each other's thoughts, especially when the near-by body is in an agitated state, such as during sex or a fight. Because of their ability to mentally communicate, they'll begin to shun normal people that don't have this ability and will become more clannish. Their eyes will become more sensitive to bright sunlight, so they'll prefer to stay out of the sun, seeing refuge in the nighttime. Cooked food won't taste good anymore, so they'll begin to eat their meat raw. Because their new body burns more energy, they'll eat a lot of fresh red meat. The taste of fresh blood will become their nectar, so they'll enjoy the glass of blood as they enjoy wine now. At first, their new more aggressive style and love of blood can get them into trouble, but as they learn to handle their unique body needs, they can blend into society. They'll return to their homes, looking and acting the same; only letting their passions loose in the privacy of their own home. They'll be able to contain their desire for fresh blood by partaking of animal blood from vampire owned slaughterhouses; only occasionally letting their passion drive them to feed on a still alive human. While they've got a strong desire for blood, they don't need it to live. Today there are almost twenty-eight hundred Level One vampires in the world." "What are the differences in the other levels?" Brian asked. "Immortality, strength, and the ability to ignore most rules of physics. I can be in two places at almost the same time. That was me playing the piano when you arrived earlier. I only had to wish myself to be in the courtyard and I was there. Did anyone hear me approach your group over those dried, noisy leaves?" I responded "No, but our attention was diverted. We weren't observing anything except the tombstone when you arrived. Is it proper to assume that you're claiming to be the daughter of Vlad Dracul, the sister of Vlad the Impaler?" "No, Unfortunately I wasn't born Margot Dracul, who was the younger daughter of King Dracul and the sister of Prince Vlad." she quietly replied as her fingers softly traced the edges of the crumbling tombstone. "So who you do you claim to be?" She raised her head, staring into my eyes as she softly stated "I was born Prince Vlad, heir apparent to the kingdom of Walachia, brother of Princess Margot. Remember that I told you that my father passed a curse to me on his deathbed? The gypsies had cursed my father and sister by turning them both into level three vampires. I was studying for the priesthood and was away from home. I discovered that something had occurred. I rushed home, to find my father and sister having sex together in a bedroom lined with drained corpses. In his bedroom, they used their much superior strength to also drain my body of blood as they hungrily feasted on me. As I lay dying, they realized what they had done to me. The only way that they could save me, was to convert me into a higher level four vampire using their new powers and black magic. My sister sacrificed her body so that I could live. She used her new powers to change bodies with me, becoming the Prince as I became her and also a vampire. Now the three of us could feast on each other, becoming stronger as each other's blood and stronger stamina flowed into us. While I could control my new thirst for blood, my father and new brother couldn't. Rather, they could control their desires, but didn't want to control themselves. They constantly gorged themselves, not caring if their host died or not. It was my brother that the Turks finally beheaded, but my father had already died from where my brother drained him one time too many times." It may have been my imagination, but I felt a cold wind blowing down my back as I listened to her. When she finished, the woods were quiet. For the first time, I noticed that there were no bird sounds or animal sounds in the woods. Just the sound of the wind whistling around the branches. Diane stood up, so that she was facing Margot, not caring that she was standing in the middle of the grave, as she declared "Nice fucking story. You might be able to sell it to some Hollywood movie maker. So you plan to turn us into vampires and use your powers to do some body swapping at the same time? Just don't try to turn me into an oversexed blonde bimbo. I'd have to kill you if you tried that. Now excuse me, while I go back to the Castle to get something to eat. I missed lunch." She turned and walked away, leaving the rest of us standing in a semi-circle around Margot. I asked "How were you able to avoid the destruction of your family?" "My father was a warrior but he wanted his son to have the knowledge that was denied him. He hired scholars to educate me. My sister was denied those benefits because her purpose in life was to bear children. Although I wanted to follow them in their mindless killing sprees, I knew that it was wrong and tried unsuccessfully to talk them out of it. Now that Margot was in my body, she refused to listen to me, enjoying her much superior physical strength and my former leadership position among the warriors. She started a regime of debauchery, leading my men into battle after battle, to satisfy her thirst for blood. I couldn't stop her in a physical fight and she would drain me of blood, leaving me weaken before turning me over to her warriors to satisfy their desire for rape and carnage. I guess, to answer your question, I wanted to participate in their killing sprees, but had enough of an education to know that it was wrong. When the Turk