I Dracul

By Thomas Myers

Vlad the Impaler. You have always thought of him as Dracula with all of the ideas created to make him look evil. Now in his own words let him explain why what has been written is almost all wrong. He is a good guy...a hero. Here in his autobiography you will finally understand the kind of man he really is.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Dec 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9781543956528

Thomas Myers

Thomas Myers is the author of Anatomy Trains.

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Chapter 1

I Dracul

I am sick and tired of this shit!  My name and my early life the subject of so much malignment and derision, as well as fanciful tales created to scare children, but none of it is me, and I sit and write for the first time to set the record straight.

Let me start at the beginning, which is always the best place.  In the year 1431, I came into this world the product of a happy union.  My father was the Prince of Wallachia and I, as the first son, was ordained to follow in his footsteps.  My mother was a beautiful woman, kind, caring and doted on me from the day of my conception.

My life was filled with love and happiness and it wasn’t long before I also had a younger brother and it still hurts to say his name…Radu.  We grew up as boys did at that time, boys of privilege that is, with schooling by Greek teachers in mathematics and philosophy as well as training in the art of war…at which I excelled, much to my father’s delight.  Radu on the other hand was consumed with other things, but most notably his appearance.  He would later in life be called, Radu, the handsome.

But to me, he was my baby brother and I loved him more than anyone else in the world.  My heart still aches at the memory….

Oh…you didn’t think I had a heart?  Or one that still beats!?  You have been watching too many movies!!!

But back to my account.  When I was but a year old, my father took me to Nuremburg to be baptized in blood by the heads of the orders of the Christian Knights.  The remnants of Templers, the Hospitalers, the Teutonic and all the lesser orders as well.  My father’s order was the House of Draculea, the order of the Dragon, whose task it was to protect the Eastern border of Christendom and the Church in Europe from invasion by the Muhammaden, most notably, the Ottoman Empire.

Each man cut the small finger of his left hand and dripped blood into the water of the baptismal font, turning it crimson and I was submerged.  When this was complete, they created a tattoo over my heart…the symbol of the dragon wrapped around and protecting the cross.

And so I became a Son of the Dragon.  This was later interpreted as the son of the devil, but that label was placed on me by my detractors who had no idea what I had faced at the hands of the Ottoman’s and why my retribution was so severe.  I also find it interesting that so few people are aware of history and think that the Crusades were some kind of European invasion plan of the Middle East.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  The fact of the matter is, that the expanding Muslim control out of a small area of the Arabian Peninsula consumed most of the middle east and northern Africa and east into what had been the Persian Empire…and they didn’t want to stop there.

The Muslims began invading Europe and over 500 major battles were fought to keep them from forcing the conversion of all of Christendom. At times, we lost whole countries. Starting with the peaceful Christian nations of the Middle East such as Syria, Armenia and then the whole of the Eastern Roman Empire fell as well as Spain, Portugal and a large swath of Southern France. Finally, the European powers pushed them back out of the continent but populations that had been converted remained in some areas of Spain, Albania and the Slavic coast.  Many Muslim spies were left behind in hope of a re-conquest and it took the inquisition in Spain to stop the subterfuge…and some people just think it was some kind of Christian brutality!  The Spanish people were fighting for their lives!  And had done so for hundreds of years and suffered greatly!  Were they just supposed to let by-gone’s be by-gone’s?  NO!  They had every right to punish those that threatened them and murdered their forefathers…but again, true history is forgotten.

But still the European Kings did not want to join forces and free the Holy Land, and made deals with the Caliphate to allow Christian pilgrims to visit and worship in the birth place of their savior with the payment of a small tax called a Giza.  This worked for a short time but soon the greed of the local rulers broke the deal and thousands of people were taken hostage and ransomed. Many were also forced to convert to Islam and some were killed when they refused.  In order to afford a visit to the Holy Land, a person had to be wealthy and often connected to the royal families of the kings of Europe; and once they had suffered enough, under the direction of the Pope finally decided to fight back and launched a crusade.  Yes…it was bloody…Yes…it was brutal!  But it was nothing in comparison to what the Christians had suffered for the previous two hundred years!

Are you all so obtuse that you cannot see this!?  How can you even dare to speak of the atrocities of the Christians and not compare to what the Caliphate had done!  Whole populations of people had been butchered…tens of millions of them killed by the Caliphate and ten times that forced into slavery, raped and forcibly converted.  Even today you are afraid to call it what it is…this is Islam…those you call extremists are only acting in the manner of their prophet and those that do not are apostates!  But again…I digress…

Wallachian Crest

My father was a true Christian Knight and my mother was very devout…I embodied the strong beliefs of both of them and even as a child I had a vision of Christ…let me explain…When I was 11 years old I loved to ride my favorite horse.  His name was Fafner, after the Germanic giant who built Valhalla with his brother and later used magic to turn himself into a dragon.  Fafner was a high-spirited animal, so large, so strong, it took all the strength I had to control him even a small amount.  It was on a long ride that it happened.  As I rode Fafner at full gallop along the edge of a field, his front hoof broke through a rodent’s den and he broke his leg as he tumbled forward, throwing me quite some distance.  My head hit the branch of a tree before I crashed to the ground.

It was then that I had my vision of Christ.  He came to me and told me that I must use all my strengths, talents and blessings to bring men freely to salvation and protect those that already believed.  My life would be long and many would seek to take it from me but my reward would be great in heaven.

Now…you may say that it was just a concussion and that my mind made up a story to fit what I had been told as a child, but I KNOW the vision was true and it is burned into my mind where it holds to this day. My steed Fafner, with his broken leg, had to be put down.  My father removed his mighty heart and I ate from it as it still pumped and I shed a tear for my loss, my face covered in blood.  It was believed that to do so was to take into oneself the power of the beast and my father intuitively knew that someday I would need it.

Chapter 2

Southeastern Europe

My father was a brilliant man, as well as a very adept military and political tactician and kept our kingdom out from under the Pope, the Holy Roman Emperor and most notably, out of control of the Ottomans.  He would play one group off against the other as we were a border state between them all.  He loved the church and our savior, but despised the pope and most of the clergy whom he believed were corrupt.

But even more than that, he hated the believers of that lying, murderer to our east.  The Muhammaden’s believe that it is righteous to lie to those who do not believe as they do, this is called Taqiyya and that peace is just a time to prepare for the next war.  He had to watch them constantly as they were always looking for some advantage, some way to force my father’s kingdom into their empire and convert the population, in a belief that they must take over the world.  They believe it is their mandate and their eventuality…and they are heartless in the methodologies that they will use to make it happen.  Islam, as practiced by those that call themselves righteous, is a mental disorder, pure and simple, started by a misogynist madman and continued by lesser men to control others.

And so they used my father’s love to target him.  On our way to attend our studies, Radu and I were kidnapped and taken from Constantinople to the heart of Asia Minor.  I was 13 at the time and Radu was 11.  We were treated well for the most part but drilled in the Koran, Arabic and Turkic. 

I fought as hard as I could but Radu didn’t have my strength or my vision of Christ to hold on to and so he succumbed to the mental disorder of Allah…and as long as I live, I will never forgive those bastards for what they did to him.

Today they would call it Munchhausen’s Syndrome, combined with my brother’s nascent homosexual nature…and they fucked him in more ways than one.  He was a young boy and so you cannot blame him, as I said, it was already part of his nature.  I suffered the same physical and sexual abuse but it only sealed my resolve.

Four years later my father finally submitted to pay the Giza or tax demanded by the Sultan and to be nominally aligned with the Ottoman state and we were released.  But Radu decided to stay behind and I went home alone. My father and mother had a funeral for Radu as he was now considered dead and I was forbidden to speak his name ever again in their presence.  But it ate at them both inside and my mother withered away and without her my father lost his will to live and I lost him as well.  All I had left of my family was my father’s gold ring with the seal of the kingdom on it….The son of the Dragon.

Prince Vlad

Now, shortly after my 21st birthday, I was the Prince of Wallachia but I was alone.  I found out that there were two bastard older brothers from my father’s youthful dalliances and a few cousins, who for a short time, vied for my throne; they were not really much of a threat and I started to work hard to solidify my position and the fealty of the surrounding regions. 

Like my father, I approached Rome with caution but secured funding for a standing army with reinforcements from the Holy Roman Empire.  They were mercenaries mostly, but like me, they hated the Turks with a passion and passion is what was needed in the coming fight.

Most people don’t realize that the Holy Roman Empire was under control of the Saxons at that time, but the church was run almost exclusively by those who we now call Italians, at that time were split into multiple powerful city-states, who constantly fought against each other for control of territory and the church.

Castle of Vlad Tepes

My extra funding came from the Genoese that saw the Ottomans as a threat to shipping in the Mediterranean and the black sea.  It is only the internal fighting for control inside the Ottoman Empire that kept them from taking over all of Europe because the damned Europeans were always fighting each other, especially those damned Saxons.  They cared for no-one and nothing other than their own power and even though they could have engaged and beaten the Ottomans and pushed them out of Europe and Asia Minor…they didn’t.

They wanted the push and pull that allowed them to stay in power and to profit.  The rest of us were just pawns in a game between the powers.  But it was not a game for me and my people.  We were on the edge of the blade and so we sharpened for war.  To tell you of all the battles at this point would be meaningless.  They were brutal affairs with atrocities committed against us that had to be answered in blood… and blood is what they received.

Each incursion by the Ottomans was worse than the last and many of my people were carted off as slaves and forced to convert to Islam or die.  Many chose death, but many others chose as my brother did.  You cannot blame them for their choice as they saw their friends and families tortured…children were often killed and forcibly fed to their own parents raw or of the burnt flesh after they had died on a pole in the fire screaming for their fathers to save them.

And History calls me a butcher and madman?!  I only gave back to those bastards what they had wrought upon others.  Was I an animal?…Not yet…

But others had been watching my success and in the year 1459, I was called to be a warrior for Christ by Pope Pius II and I heeded that call with relish.  Finally, the Europeans would unite and finish off the Ottomans and their like for good, all the way to the Holy Land.  There was even an alliance with the Eastern Mongols who despised their cousins the Turks for conversion to Islam.

Territory of Vlad Tepes

I was pressed hard by the Ottomans to live up to my father’s treaty with them, but they also demanded that I pay all my supposed back taxes from the time of my father to current, in order for them to pay for the coming war against the Europeans and the remnant of the Eastern Mongol Empire.  Of course, I refused.  I didn’t have that kind of money anyway and to be honest…I hated them.

Vlad swinging a blade

As they staged at the edge of my territory and that of the Moldavians, I prepared for war.  They crossed the border and I held back our forces.  That night….I remember it as if it was yesterday…I and my men dressed up as Turks and circled around behind them.  Speaking Turkic and Arabic, I got my force past the rear guards who thought we were reinforcements.  Once inside the sleeping encampment, we pulled off our Turkic clothing and butchered thousands, how many I don’t really know…maybe 50 thousand men died that night at the end of our swords and another 20 thousand surrendered.

Their commander, whom I recognized as the man who abused my brother and I, was placed upon a