As I opened my eyes, a nauseous feeling almost doubled me over. My mind started to ache as I tried to stand up. As I tasted bile in my mouth, I slowly opened my eyes. I was on a set of stone stairs in a long hallway. At the base of the stairs were a group of men in while and yellow garbs. There were also a few armoured men at the back. Knights, my mess of a mind supplied.
"Curse you demon! You are an abomination!"
"Yes! You should die and return to the infernal hell you crawled out of!"
"Monster!"
"Devil!"
"How disturbing."
A smooth, unfamiliar voice came out of my mouth. It was not mine, yet it was familiar. What a wierd feeling. My mind, despite unsure of my own existence, knew what to say.
"If you wish to test your steel against me, then go on. Do not irritate me. I have more important work than catering to the needs of sheep."
I was speaking an unknown language. How wierd. Well, that is for later. As I finished speaking, the few knights came to me, their swords raised. I stood up from the throne I was seated upon, and dashed towards them. Supernatural speed, about 100 mph. I raised my fist, and from a stream of memories of practising mixed martial arts, I assumed a pose. Bashing the helmet of the knight at the fore-front, I went towards the next. Superhuman speed, roughly 100 tonnes. Soon, all 4 of the knights lay dead at my feet. Yet my mind, was unmoved. Interesting, an above average stable mind.
I picked up a longswords from the hands of one of the knights. Looking at the horror stricken priests, I gave the best smile I could muster.
"Lets dance shall we."
In a blur of motion, I approached them and slashed it at them. I started to recall memories of practicing sword fighting, of slaying warriors on the battlefield. How interesting. This stream of memories comes from another person, probably the very person I currently inhabited.
As the last priest lied bleeding on the floor, I could feel the blood flowing out of it. Mt mind seemed to ask me to drink on it. Trusting my mind, I decided to drink the blood. I felt a slight itch in my mouth. With my tongue, I felt my canines were sharper. Sinking it into the mans wrist, I started to drink his blood. Yet, I could feel it dissipating, and a pure, more vibrant energy arising from it, infusing it into my body. It was pleasing...and addictive.
Once I was done with that, I looked at the corpses and sighed. How tedious. My mind supplied, that I did not have any servants at this keep, part of the reason for which it was dusty, not that I thought about it. Piling the corpses together, I ripped out pieces of wood from the wall and threw them onto them. Rubbing two sticks and making fire did not prove to be very difficult, and soon I had a warm and crispy bonfire going on. I once again returned to my throne. I had memories to regain and understand after all.
After an entire day of organising my thoughts, I came to a conclusion. I had two set of memories. One was of Prince Vlad Tepesh Dracula, the prince of Wallachia. A most learned and accomplished person in life, he was turned into an undead, due to some happenstance, after his princess, the love of his life jumped off the keep, thinking him dead. Since then, he had closed himself off from the outside world, slowly descending into madness. He believed himself unworthy of the sun's grace, as he could not even 'save' the life of his beloved. The Church of the Lord, he had so dedicated his life to, had turned its back onto him, calling him a monster. Out of contempt, he started to kill people, the very innocents he had once sworn to protect. on one such 'hunting' trip, he found out he could drink the blood of others to increase his own strength, thus becoming more of a monster. But something unforseen happened, he became addicted to blood, and accelerated his descent into madness, into blood-lust. Yet, his love for his homeland remained.
The other set of memories was from a certain individual named, Adoneous Varvarek. He was an individual of the planet Moldrek, a planet of the 3rd order, and was a scientist. He made a number of discoveries, unworried about fame, and thus taken advantage of by many. He had a once in a millenium genius IQ, and had an innate curiosity to understand and know everything, an urge to horde knowledge. It was on one such look out for hidden and lost knowledge, he came across a trap, and despite his heavy caution and expertise, he lost his life.
As I opened my eyes, I felt excitement. What an interesting turn-out. I was the new consciousness, a being born out of the combination of Count Vlad Tepesh Dracula and Dr. Adoneous Korwel Varvarek. I stood up and let out a loud laughter.
"I am Adoneous Vlad Tepesh Korwel Varvarek Dracula, and I will be the strongest being thw Universe will ever know!"