Count Dracula awoke at the moment the sun dropped below the horizon. For a thousand years he had slumbered, so he had built up quite the thirst. It was time for the cattle to return to their pens, and he had just the song for the occasion. In an instant, he rose from his bed and transported himself to his massive pipe organs. It had been a thousand years since anyone had heard this song, but they would all learn to fear it again in an instant.
A music unlike anything the townsfolk had ever heard began reverberating from the long-abandoned castle on the hill, its notes beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
The unease in the streets were palpable as Van Helsing began searching in earnest for the mark of the beast, signifying his enemy. His attention was caught by a girl disappearing down a dark alleyway, as she was going in the opposite direction of the people frantically making their way to the town square.
He began following her, wondering whether this might be his enemy, and took out the holy water just in case.
He had barely made it ten steps when he heard the blood-curdling screams rise up in the night air, along with the sound of massive wings. He turned to see a man being embraced by a giant bat and knew that he was too late. He stood, transfixed, as yet another demon descended upon the man and began feasting on the blood that was spraying everywhere from the severed artery in his neck.
Horrified, he turned to run away, as there was nothing that could be done for this poor soul. He would simply have to pray that the Lord accepted his soul into heaven, and find joy in being away from these accursed creatures.
Every man, woman and child had the sense to leave the man to his fate, but this death would be neither quick nor painless.
Van Helsing turned his attention again to the girl who had fled moments before the tragedy struck, and realised she knew more about this threat than the others present. He sprinted toward the alley where she had disappeared to.
In all the anarchy, Mina had only one thought in her mind: she had to protect her brother at all costs, and so it was that she had not noticed the man following her. As she turned the corner, her brother nearly ran her over. Clearly, he had much the same idea as her. He grabbed her before she could fall, but the implements of their trade had scattered in every direction. And so Van Helsing stumbled upon the pair, recognising them at once as kindred spirits. As the man's screams began to die down, Jonathan Harker studied Van Helsing and saw the holy water in his hand. "'Twont do you no good, sir, for these ain't reg'lar vampires. Ye'd best come with us if ye want ta live."
Everyone had retreated to their homes, but the music only ceased playing when dawn finally blessed the world again.
The townspeople slowly vacated their homes and headed to the town square. They were greeted by a gruesome sight: Alaric Van der Linde's lifeless body was being cradled by his wife's trembling hands, his clothes still wet with gallons of blood from the three pairs of fang marks in his throat. She was too horrified to cry. They all were.
Nay, now was no time for crying. Now was the time to identify these half-dead fiends who walked among them and purge them from the world.
@Gerrick, a.k.a. Alaric van der Linde, a regular townie, has been brutally devoured by the vampires.
This marks the beginning of the day phase. Let the lynching begin!
