The Forgotten Vampire

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the fable of a vampire, a castle, a servant, and how badly things can get messed up.

Submitted: October 26, 2019

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Submitted: October 26, 2019



High on a hill overlooking a fog laden Valley, and in a cloud shaded castle brought on by the setting sun, a voice calls out from a casket.

"Wilfred, is that you, Wilfred?"

"Yes Master, I was just tidying up, Sir."

"You are not wiping away the large spider webs, are you? I've always felt that they add a measure of charm to my bedchamber."

"Oh, never would I do away with those elegant structures, Master. How could anyone do such a thing?

In fact, I have been encouraging our arachnid friends by feeding them my special blend of gnats, flies, chicken blood and witch’s tonic.

I developed the blend myself and I do confess, the spiders have doubled in size and their webs are so much more artistic in design."


"Has the sun gone down, Wilfred? I yearn to take in the night air."

"Not yet, Master, but it should not be long for I can hear the howling of the wolves from yon hillsides."

"Werewolves or Timber-wolves, which is it Wilfred?"

"Timber-wolves, Master, there will be no full-moon tonight."


Then, for a moment all grew quiet except for the swishing sounds of a Raven-wing duster.


"Master, did I wake you with my dusting? I do try to be quiet in my daylight duties."

"Not to worry, Wilfred. The scarcity of well fed villagers has lowered the quality of my weekly meal; I'm afraid that I have not been sleeping well because of it."

"Have you tried the town to the east? Some delivery people have told me that there is a young and well-fed upper class that resides there."

"Good to know, Wilfred. I might just fly over there and sample a maiden or two. You know, if they are not excessively fat. It is imperative that I stick to my diet.

Oh, by the way, Wilfred, did you pay the servants from the box of silver that I gave you?"

"Yes, Master, they were very happy with the silver coins.

And speaking of those coins, Master, might I ask where they come from?"

"It is a good thing that you asked that question, Wilfred, I have been meaning to tell you about my treasures.

I have several boxes of gold and silver coins hidden around the castle. If anything should happen to me, then they are yours.

You have not only been a faithful servant, but a good friend too. I can think of no-one more worthy to receive my wealth.

Besides, how would you survive without it? We both know that no-one would hire the former employee of a vampire?"


As the last rays of sunlight fell from view, Wilfred put aside his feather duster and started lighting candles that were positioned around the room. And as he opened the casket he said, "You are too kind, Master.

It is true, I would surly starve to death if not for the coins and treasure that you have hidden away. Not only that, your castle would fall into disrepair and crumble if I had no way to pay for the repairs. Both would be very distressing."

That is very true, Wilfred. And we must never lose sight of the power a Vampire's castle brings. How could my name survive and my legend carry on if not for my Castle to conjure up visions and stories to tell? The castle is my legacy.


Suddenly there were noises heard outside the chamber!

Then the Vampire's voice took on a sense of urgency when he said, "Wilfred, listen carefully! I have made a map to guide you to each box of coins. The boxes are not hidden deep in the walls and they are not hard to find once you know where to look, and that is where the map comes into play. There is but one map and I have hidden it. ..."


At that very moment the King's Vampire Hunter burst into the room and fired a silver-tipped wooden arrow into the heart of the vampire; he turned to dust in an instant.



To those that lived in the valley below the castle, it was always a mystery as to why Wilfred, the Vampire's faithful servant, began dismantling the castle. Starting at the top of the highest spire, one stone at a time, Wilfred tossed the stones out of the castle windows and off of the balconies.

If I were to venture a guess, then I would say that what Wilfred was doing was a sure sign that he had not found the Vampire's treasure map.

And I would also say that Wilfred must have been a very determined man. Because from that day forward he searched one room at a time, one wall at a time, looking for the boxes of silver and gold coins.

However, Wilfred did not know how many boxes his Master had hidden. So by the time he was done looking, which took a great number of years, four more boxes were found, but the castle was in shambles.

Ashamed of the destruction he had caused, Wilfred took his last box of gold and fled the Valley, never to be heard of again.


But legends, and the stories that come from them, are tricky things; they can grow from the simplest acts. So it is understandable that the legend in this valley is not of the vampire and his mysterious castle. no, it is of, {"Wilfred the Great", castle destroyer!}.



D. Thurmond / JEFalcon


© Copyright 2020 D. Thurmond, aka, JEF. All rights reserved.

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