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(Written: April, 2006)
Warnings: None ... I think. >.O
Summary: Being a traveling salesman is never easy ... especially not when you end up at a strange castle, just as darkness begins to fall.
Legal Stuff: As always, this story is intended to express one fan's genuine appreciation of the character Dracula, and the myths and legends surrounding him. It is just for fun and not for profit. If you have any rights in the character described here and find the posting of this fanfiction offensive or harmful, please contact me, and I will be happy to remove it. Max Greene is my original character, so, of course, he belongs to me. (Poor Max.)
Author's Note: Response for Dracula / Vacuum
Death of a Salesman ... ???
(a writing challenge response for Dracula / Vacuum)
Max Greene swallowed, hard, as he reached out and, once again, pushed the doorbell. He heard the bell's bongs echo away inside the massive structure before him, and he couldn't help but think that they sounded like the crack of doom, or the opening of Hell's gates, or something similar. The horror and mystery novels he loved to read were always talking about doorbells sounding like that, but he hadn't ever given much thought to exactly how it would feel to hear that sound. Really, he had just glossed over the words as empty, meaningless description, ignoring them in his haste to get to the next bit of action. They had meant nothing to him, other than a bunch of "blah-blah-blah" keeping him from the good parts of the story.
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Warnings: None ... I think. >.O
Summary: Being a traveling salesman is never easy ... especially not when you end up at a strange castle, just as darkness begins to fall.
Legal Stuff: As always, this story is intended to express one fan's genuine appreciation of the character Dracula, and the myths and legends surrounding him. It is just for fun and not for profit. If you have any rights in the character described here and find the posting of this fanfiction offensive or harmful, please contact me, and I will be happy to remove it. Max Greene is my original character, so, of course, he belongs to me. (Poor Max.)
Author's Note: Response for Dracula / Vacuum
Max Greene swallowed, hard, as he reached out and, once again, pushed the doorbell. He heard the bell's bongs echo away inside the massive structure before him, and he couldn't help but think that they sounded like the crack of doom, or the opening of Hell's gates, or something similar. The horror and mystery novels he loved to read were always talking about doorbells sounding like that, but he hadn't ever given much thought to exactly how it would feel to hear that sound. Really, he had just glossed over the words as empty, meaningless description, ignoring them in his haste to get to the next bit of action. They had meant nothing to him, other than a bunch of "blah-blah-blah" keeping him from the good parts of the story.
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