Numbers of the Night

[The Count]

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The hour was late on that first night, sweetly cooling breezes filtering through the half-opened windows of my room. Stark white flames erupted instantly out of the embers embedded in the thin layer of soot at the foot of the fireplace. Ah yes, I slowly awoke out of my deepened slumbers, the armchair where I had fallen asleep framing my human form. A tall ebony walking cane leaned against the side of the familiar furniture, a black bat perched above the grip eyeing the room's contents. My fingers flipped through the pages in the book which contained all the names and faces of the fiends who had sought shelter in this darkened doomicile as I had. The haunted tome sealed its bindings on the spot, a demoniac countenance zipping its lips in like manner before smiling its wicked grin.

"Welcom to the Counting Castle. As the master of monsters and chief counter, I hope you will give me leisure to regail you with the tales of eerie entities and friendly phantoms roaming the halls of this haunted manor. My name, Edward Grimness-Castle... Perhaps you've heard of it? In any case, I bid you welcome to this gothically charmed chatteau." With my hand firmly on the grip of the supernatural staff, the gloved fingers curled around just beneath the carved bat-topper, it lifted upwards an inch and came back down on the stone slabbed floor. The cane tapped it's magnetic metallized cap on the ground of my chamber, causing a brief instance of thunder to be heard at that moment at the same time the white 0 embossed upon the black bat badge pinned to the lapel of my shirt gleamed with a ghostly glowing light of its own. And with that, I shall leave the pages of my diary reveal to you just who's who in this numbered netherworld as I silently slip into the shadows of your dreams.

 

[theprawncracker]

EEEEEEEEEE! AWESOME start, Ed! I must read more!

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Wow, so wonderfully dark in a soft way. :3
You manage to get into his character in P.O.V meaning point of view. XD
I like this story perhaps you can continue I love the Count. XD

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

I just realized it was Edward. XD Good show.

 

[redBoobergurl]

Yea! Another beginning! Where will this one go? I'm teasing you Ed, I'm just happy to see your creative juices flowing again and that you are putting pen to paper. Can't wait to see what happens next.

 

[The Count]

Thanks... Gonna reread Ru's Hallmark stories as I'm sensing some possible inspiration or footsteps to follow there. Which reminds me, check out Kermie's Girl, it's been greatly updated and another chapter soon on the way I can't wait for! As well as some other stories, but I'll leave you to tend to that dear cousin.

 

[The Count]

Counting is Wonderful
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The master of mathematics stepped lightly on the bloodshot red carpeting of his library, tapping thoughtfully on the mahogany bindings of his bookshelves. The wooden frame swung open admitting the Count into the darkened recesses—echoes of memories long ago resounding through his head and the creepy corridor, alit by hidden spots of light—finally reaching the vampire's vaults. Keystones graced the arches of the storehouse as the Count reached upwards along the latticed cubbyholes. He found the one he wanted in the topmost upper lefthand corner, removing it, gently fingering the ornament.

"Ah, hello my friends and greetings. It is I, the Count von Count. Well, it seems you've stumbled into my private counting collection. Here I keep the marble numbers my fiends and spooks gifted me throughout the years, at ewents like Halloveen or my birthday, Christmas, or some other such occasion. But these are not just simple white marble numbers, oh no, for they have been incorporated into ornaments clutched by the ghoul who presented me each number as they vere admitted into the confines of my castle. Take for instance this one..." He showed the baubble in his lavender hands to be a miniature replica of the Count himself. The green cape fully spread out behind his personage—speckles of paisley patterning the inner folds of the fabric—the marble 1 firmly held by its base as Batty Bat accompanied his master, perched on the figure's left shoulder. The Count's own shoulder felt burdened as a familiar brown bat alighted upon the spot, though the vampire smiled a fondly fanged greeting at his pet.
"Yes, Batty brought me the petrified 1 I hold here today. And for that I thank him, as I take it eweryone else decided that I should naturally be #1. But now I must begin my chores, these vill all be cleaned and hung from our haunted holiday greeting post. Ah ha! 1 ornament, 2 ornaments, 3 ornaments, 4 fabulous ornaments!" The Count delighted in removing the treasures from their homes as unseen organ music pervaded the scene—the camera faded out to show the Counting Castle's eerie exterior, the tolling of the clock above indicating that time had come for the souls residing to file out introducing themselves one by one.

 

[redBoobergurl]

So many vonderful ornaments and I can count them all! Ah ah ah!

Can't wait to see them!

 

[The Count]

Well... If you wanna see 'em, I have to do the descripts individually in my computer files, and then get someone who's an artist/drawing talent to hopefully work on them for me to show you guys at a later date. We'll see what happens. Now please update your own stories!

 

[redBoobergurl]

Hey, ask and you receive. Just updated Next Step, you might want to check it out.