Amlan/Marcus: Transylvania Zero

A Story by Abishai100

Wondering about levels of vampire-consciousness detectability, affable adventurers of the West seek Transylvania's map/language of blood-immortals shading.

Vampire short for your Spring-season midweek. Thanks for reading,

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AMLAN: This journey mentalism for Transylvania vampire movie image is good-IQ.

MARCUS: Pal, as your co-adventurer for Euro-maps of blood-immortals, I concur.

AMLAN: Our mindset for discovery of vampire mystery is a combo of arms/mind.

MARCUS: We'll have our water-guns loaded with Holy Water for street rhetoric?

AMLAN: That's my plan, and we'll find some link between ancient/modern Hell.

MARCUS: Facebook-like (for the gods).

Amlan and Marcus departed from Logan (Airport) and arrived in Transylvania, where blood-immortals imagery of vampire life and mystery drew their interest post-studies/writing of the esoteric 'subject' in the West (American Homeland). They were in a hostel-motel and wandered around post-midnight with their water-guns loaded with Holy Water and hoped to return-home with some moonlight stories collection of both adventure and danger (wow).

AMLAN: Just look at this icon-image of a classic world figure with vampire print!

MARCUS: That man we met in the alley of Transylvania was some messenger, eh?

AMLAN: Claimed he'd take us to a vampire haven or lair for some challenge(s), pal.

MARCUS: We're absorbing much of this Transylvania land of vampires books, pal.

AMLAN: Hopefully we return-home with the same 'spice' of courage we had before.

MARCUS: What's the worst that would happen here in Transylvania, pal?

Of course, our would-be world hero 'princes' of vampire-quest did return-home with a huge sigh of relief, humbled in their vanity of courage for blood-immortals consciousness detection, after they had to contend with an (actual) ogre of blood-ingestion darkness, a brute who claimed he was a 'relation' of a (famous) vampire described in books/lore. Amlan and Marcus were happy to return to our American Homeland of safety where drinking boxed nutritious dairy-milk was a miracle distance feeling from the Euro-universe of blood-drink holograms of simplified Hell's inhospitality. What would they write (now)?