Mina Harker: The Curse of the Vampire

By Louise Lake

Seven years after the eventful night that Mina was almost turned into a vampire, she is now happily married to Jonathan Harker and has a lovely son called Quincy until her past comes back to haunt her.
Mina’s life is thrown into turmoil as a gypsy sorceress with a hidden agenda casts a spell from the book of the dead to bring Dracula back from his grave.
Mina’s worst nightmares are unleashed as her husband and child are brutally slaughtered and she is reborn with a bloodthirsty appetite and dark vengeance.
Seeking revenge and to be reunited with her loved ones, Mina battles against all odds and survives into the twenty first century, until a handsome stranger arrives to document Mina’s life who is not quite what he seems...
Mina Harker: The Curse of the Vampire is a compelling sequel to Dracula, which also acts as a standalone story. Bringing back the old characters and adding new ones to create an emotional, action packed modernised fantasy from Mina’s perspective with an added twist at the end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Louise Lake
• Release date: Jul 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310236969

Louise Lake

Louise Lake is a UK author that writes in a variety of different genres including: horror, dystopian sci-fi, fantasy, young adult, historical romance and poetry. She has had a number of poems published into separate anthologies by United Press and Forward Poetry, and a few articles published into newspapers and magazines such as Take a Breaks Fate and Fortune and her local paper Wakefield Express. Louise has also worked as a writer for the Wakefield Literature Festival, where her story was brought to life by live theatrical performers. She is currently working on a number of books including: Poems For Kids, a sequel to her historical romance debut Arabella, and a number of young adult fantasy books, including a four part fantasy series titled The Three Kingdoms. Her favorite authors include: Stephen King, Darren Shan, R.L.Stein, Paulo Coelho, Rhonda Byrne, Jane Austen, Stephanie Meyer, Suzanne Collins, Casandra Clare, Veronica Roth, Nicholas Sparks, Bella Osbourne and Bella Forrest.

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MINA HARKER: THE CURSE OF THE VAMPIRE

BY LOUISE LAKE

COPYRIGHT © 2014 BY LOUISE LAKE

SMASHWORDS EDITION

COVER DESIGN: SelfPubBookCovers.com/Ravenborn

CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION-A PASSAGE FROM MINA HARKERS JOURNAL

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

END NOTES

INTRODUCTION- A PASSAGE FROM MINA HARKERS JOURNAL

Seven years had gone by since the night that Dracula became a lifted curse from within my soul. The night he died on our way back to London we felt everything that we had been through was surely worth the wait of our lives together. Nothing on this earth could possibly ruin Jonathan’s perfect smile that night. We were both entirely happy, even though we had to travel to the edge of Hell and go through the flames on our way out, it was worth it. To finally be Jonathan’s wife and settle into our home was remarkable, it was all that I ever wished for. Although there was once a time when he thought himself too poor for me, but now he just wanted to look after me and make sure that nothing else from hell or earth would harm me. I told Jonathan that my worst fear had almost turned into reality when I nearly became a reflection of the evil that the Count possessed.

The night we reached London we conceived our first child: we named him Quincy after the brave Quincy Morris who didn’t make it through the flames, but not one day goes by without him in all of our hearts. After the ordeal with the Count I believed that Professor Van Helsing was pursuing a notion to separate the good and evil from mankind; I believe the Count inspired him to do so, even though you couldn’t really call him a man. I have changed remarkably since that night: I am still the sweet and loving Mina I always was, but with an added realization and understanding of fact and fiction, I have become a lot braver than I used to be. But lately over the past few weeks, I had started to feel quite confused and I began to fear that my mind could not recognize fantasy from reality any longer. I have not told Jonathan as I do not want to worry him, although day by day I can feel myself losing my way and all of the light inside me gradually dimming and I do not know how to fight my way out from within the hold that the darkness has bestowed upon me.

PROLOGUE

The monster lurked around me, jumping out from every dark angle of the room. A butcher and what a butcher indeed for all he wants is my blood. All of the energy and life was being sucked right out of me. I felt so tired and drained and I became weaker as the seconds ticked by. Tick. Tick. Tick. I fell into a deep state of being where everything was black and red. Black for the butcher and red for the blood that he takes. Deep feelings of horror rose upon me as three dark haired creatures suddenly crept around me. Side by side they stared at me with their evil faces, one much smaller than the other two but still as toxic.

The monster came beside me and all that I could feel was the sharp sting of death. Blood spurted from within my veins and began to cover him and I could tell that he liked it. He was enjoying my agony, my death. Straight out of Hell he was sent as the rest. The beasts all began to prowl around my bed. I could feel the heat rise throughout my body like I was being possessed by a hundred burning candles. Am I in hell I wondered? My blood began to boil and each of the natural beats of my heart began to fall further and further apart. I was on the verge of death surrounded by fire. My muscles began to swell up beneath my skin as blood dripped from the lining of my hair. Then suddenly with the next tick of the clock my heart stopped beating...

Red blood fell down the periphery of my half mortal neckline and as I was divided of my endless draining blood, I felt my entire body shiver with fear. I realized that my bloodline was now to become one with an immortal being. Blurred visions of horrific deaths then hit my eyes, and when I opened them all I could see was he, the vowed demon of the night staring upon me with eyes as red as tormented souls, burning inside huge holes of encrusted flames.

‘Mina my love’, I heard him say inside my mind, as my hand fell through the remaining ashes of his existence…

CHAPTER ONE

This dream had now haunted me for longer than my life was ever worth. Do you not wish that if you could go back in time, you would reinvent every last second that slipped through your fingers? I always have, as I have always felt trapped and suffocated in the dreams of my past: to move on was my ultimate desire although seemingly impossible, so instead I had found myself trying to live within my agonizing fears and regrets.

My name is Mina Harker, and yes you have probably heard of me from my eventful encounter with Prince Vlad: better known to you as the one and only Count Dracula. As in the earlier days of my existence I still live within London, holding onto dear memories of the past and whatever hopes remain for me, as my life has not exactly turned out the way that I had planned. The twenty first century was a major change but one that is easy to live by: my once grand accent has now faded into a mere commonly olden tone; my youth and beauty that once were are now just a distant vision of the past. My lack of human blood was just enough to survive, although my hair turned white and my skin aged with wrinkles, yet it was always my own choice to live off the blood of leeches. I order them directly to my home via the internet, as I try my best to fit into the new time-line of humanity. One thing that has changed on the outside is that people accept me now and they do not think of me as a beast any longer, as they once did over a century ago. Instead, many mortals wish they were like me and even though severely undeserved, they think of me as some kind of goddess like role model.

While evaluating my existence, I heard a mere tap at my front door. A quiet but forceful tap of a hand that rang around inside my eardrums like a church bell, seen as everything was much louder now than it used to be. With a strange light headed feeling I preceded to the door, pulling it back from the hinges to unveil a shadowed figure of a man in black, unknown yet strangely familiar looking. The stranger in my midst was very tall and his hair shimmered like black diamonds on a summer’s day. He was overly handsome with a fashionable appearance and stood out to me like a moth to light. His rugged facial features appealed to my darker side. His scent was completely intoxicating like golden musk with a hint of Mediterranean spice. He looked at me and spoke with an air of honor in his masculine tone.

‘Greetings’, the stranger said smiling.

I stood in awe and began to find myself getting lost in his deep dark eyes, until I pulled myself from this fantasy on his second speech.

‘You are Mrs. Harker, aren’t you?’ the stranger continued.

‘Yes, yes I am, and you are?’ I replied still gazing at this magnificent being.

‘I am Nathanial Shade, and I have travelled from the borders of Romania to gain your permission to interview you on your life as a vampire and how you came to be.’

In that instant I began to wonder why this man stood in my presence and most of all if he was telling me the truth: why would someone be this interested in me? It was nearly time for