30 years ago
Aline strolled past Castle Dracula, graffiti on its desolate frame saddening, heart perking up upon seeing the stars through gaps in the foundation, glitter scattered across the night sky, illuminating the road, streetlights long since gone out. Rusted iron gate opened, degree of squealing loud enough to wake the dead, Aline made her way into the courtyard, cobblestone paths worn down.
She was pulled, unseen force yanking her into a corridor. She sprawled, arms braced against something hard, imposing, stone alien smack, cheek colliding with breath-taking cold. She thought she'd hit a wall, being spun around to face a man, sword brandished, hand letting go, prompting the woman to quiet. Verdant scanned him