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Longing for the sea!
"Mayday mayday..depth sounder down..
try to land..
see an island made of Haribo TropiFrutti"...
..Dracula was lonely...and so he escaped more and more often into daydreams to escape the dark, cold and musty cave where he dwelled during the day.
How he would love to spend the days, in far more southern climes...
Through the centuries of isolation, his self-esteem and his zest for life had suffered badly.
The vitamin D deficiency did the rest..pale pale skin, dark circles under his eyes, hair loss...what had become of the once proud Vlad..
It could not go on like this..
If he couldn't go to the South Seas, at least the South Seas should come to him..
Today my life begins anew!
As night fell, he flew purposefully to the small grocer's shop in his county seat of Bran. Slipping nimbly into the store through a window that was ajar, he maneuvered swiftly into the sparsely stocked fruit section.
Bananas, figs and some funny looking fruit in the shape of a star, had caught his attention, the store did not have much else to offer.
He stoutly grabbed a stray fruit net and eagerly scooped the fruit into the bag.
Through the window he had now opened, he disappeared, bag packed, silently into the night.
Back in his cave, his heart throbbed with excitement as vigorously as he had not experienced since the year 1336, when he took his first sip of blood.
In an instant, his excitement turned to sheer horror...Blood!..
Bananas, figs, star fruit???
What had he been thinking...since his transformation, he couldn't eat anything else, only blood.
Humans called this strange disease "fructose intolerance"...whether he was also afflicted with it, he didn't know...only he was unable to eat such a thing.
His horror gave way to sheer rage and so he hurled the net into the furthest corner -his expression stiffened and with a gesture of disgust he disappeared into the depths of the cave system.
Minutes, hours, days passed without even a sign of life from the cave..
Suddenly, after 2 weeks of silence, something stirred, but it wasn't Vlad, a family of martens had made themselves at home in his absence.
Attracted by the scent of rotting fruit, a pair of martens now lived there, what had once belonged to the proud Dracula.
The animals were just feasting on the remains of the muddy fruit when, coming out of the darkness, a shadow tore one of the martens without warning into the same.
A short yelp and crack was heard, then silence.
The other animal just managed to save itself with a spirited leap into a crevice.
The shadowy figure stepped out of the darkness...it was Vlad.... emaciated and close to madness - the long pointed teeth flashed from the lifeless body of the marten...
Sadness was in his red under-rimmed eyes..
Had he really thought he could escape his fate and want more from life?
He shuddered at his own thoughts and.........woke up!
Darkness had come in over the little town...
....a strange dream...how long had he been asleep?
No matter...he knew only one thing:
The hunt is on!