An Ancient Relique's
Nirvana Zehra
A cold, rainy night drenched much of the city, making wet the well-appointed stone streets of parts of the city. The current temperature is only moving at one degree Celsius. It was cold and almost touched the freezing point.
A pale-faced man, sleeping restlessly on his soft and wide bed. The room is quite large with a warm room that makes it not cold at all. He turned to the right and to the left, his forehead wrinkled and sweat soaked his bare chest.
"Of!!"
The man awoke from his sleep, for the umpteenth time he had the same dream. A handsome man with long hair was attacked by two beautiful women with similar faces. Both attack from the front and back. One woman dressed in slim suit was holding a long sword that gave off a reddish-yellow glow while the other woman was holding a short sword-like object that looked unique.
"Who are they, why is the shadow always present in my dreams," he murmured softly as he massaged his forehead soaked in sweat.
The man also saw the great destruction of his people as well as the demon army allied with the man killed in his dream. Mass destruction that turns bodies into dust in an instant.
"Who is that woman, are they twins? Why does this dream keep coming to me ?" said monologue.
"Nightmare again sir?" another man with almost completely white hair approached the man.
"That's how it was, the same dream over the last few days. Isn't that Abraham's weird?"
"Yes sir, I think so too." The man called Abraham held out a glass of red drink to his master. "Drink Mr. Darren, hopefully this will help you get back to sleep."
Darren Constantin, the fourteenth descendant of the famous Count Dracula, received the glass and drank the liquid that is the essence of human life, blood.
"Are there any news from Zurich?"
"Yes, sir, our informant has reported that the search for the ancient artifact that we have been searching for all this time will soon be carried out."
"Good, keep a close eye on every single piece of information from them and make sure we get those artifacts!"
"Okay sir!"
Abraham retreats and leaves Darren alone in the dark. Darren, opening the window of his room let the bone-freezing cold air pierce every pore of his body.
"I have to get it, to restore the glory of the vampires!"
His reddish eyes were glistening in the moonlight. The small fangs that adorned his rows of teeth seemed to reinforce Darren's handsome and pale face.
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November 15, Zurich
A busy day in the city of Zurich, a woman wearing glasses ran among a crowd of passersby in the pedestrian.
"Uups, sorry .. sorry, oh my God .. forgive me madam!" he shouted while curling his body nimbly.
Professor Nirwana Zehra, rushed into the skyscraper where he was hiding. In his hand was a large bag containing a temporary research report, the other hand carrying a box containing coffee and breakfast in the morning.
"Oh mein Gott, ich bin spit dran!" (Oh my God I'm late!)
His feet knocked on the floor waiting for the elevator to open. A group of men in neat suits also waited in front of the elevator, Nirwana impatiently glanced at the clock that was coiled in his hand.
"Iiisssh, how long is this elevator door open?" grumbling with restraint, the impatient Nirwana finally chose to head for the emergency staircase.
He quickly climbed the stairs, the sound of shoes clashing against the floor echoed in the corridor of the emergency stairs. His phone rang, making Nirwana a bit of a fuss with full hands.
"Yes, Ich bin schon hier!" (Yes, am I here?)
Nirvana rushed up and with a stupefied breath, he stood in front of the meeting room. Tidied up a bit of her messy hair and opened the door. He forced a smile even though his breathing was still half-dead to return to normal.
"Hi, sorry I'm late!"
A cold-faced European man stared at him sharply without blinking nor a smile as Nirwana nodded towards him. The woman was made awkward by the gaze of the eyes like a black eagle.
"So proud of him, I just saw him here is he part of the sponsor?" mumbled wailing.
"Can we start professor Nirwana?"
The loud voice of a middle-aged man finally turned Nirwana's gaze forward. Quickly, Nirvana nodded.
"Okay, let's start the presentation this time. Please, Mr. Anthony!"
A man with a mottled face and thick glasses named Anthony stood in front of the podium. He began his presentation of new discoveries that are thought to be relics of Romanian civilization around the 12th and 13th centuries AD. Slide by slide is played along with supporting mapping of territory and satellite imagery.
Anthony explains the purpose and purpose of excavation to confirm research on the beliefs of life after death. Nirwana frowned, a million questions popping up from the last slide. Evidence of the discovery of a human skeleton with a mouth cavity that was forced open and stuffed with wood or a type of iron.
"Wait, is this research about vampires, dracula, or something?" Nirwana interrupted making all the participants stare at him.
Anthony turned to the man standing in the corner of the room, then replied. "Right, we're looking for supporting evidence of their existence. All this time we knew they existed and were based solely on myths, literary books and urban legend stories. So we …,"
"Stop! It's completely beyond my expectations, looking for evidence of vampires there was already done decades ago. All the evidence points to and supports the belief that vampires exist, so why are we looking for them again?! It's a waste of time and energy!" again Nirvana denounced.
Anthony took a deep breath, he looked at Nirvana then changed the final slide.
"This is the most recent satellite image we have obtained recently. An unspoiled old castle researchers hide in the forbidden forest in the interior of Cluj Napoca"
"Hutan Hoia Baciu, I've heard of it!" continued Nirwana softly, his gaze could not be separated from the last slide. his instincts say something big hidden there.
Anthony looked at Nirvana for a moment and then continued. "We suspect that this is where the ancient artifacts of the vampire clans are hidden."
"This artifact means a lot to the vampire clan and it is said that it can restore the lost past. If the artifact were there, it would be the greatest discovery in history" he said.
Nirwana was flabbergasted, he had indeed heard rumors about the artifact. Long while he was still sitting on the second floor the master teachers and his mentors had also had time to tell of ancient artifacts that had magical powers.
"This time, we appointed professor Nirwana as team leader. We are confident in your abilities and instinctual acumen. How's professor Nirwana?"
Nirvana pulled the curved corners on her lips, her eyes twinkled, and her face blushed reddishly and thoughtlessly answered.
"Of course, Mr. Anthony, it's an honor for me!"
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In a magnificent mansion, Darren sits in his seat of greatness. He enjoyed a glass of thick red liquid, a smile on his lips. Darren stared fixedly at the large screen monitor in front of him.
The meeting in Zurich was clearly observed as a live television broadcast. He noticed the woman who had commented earlier, who else if not Nirvana.
"Who's the girl?" he asked Abraham without taking his eyes off.
The assistant deftly opened the file in front of him. "Nirwana Zehra, a young professor in the field of archeologists specialized in the search for ancient artifacts, he has an instinctual sharpness that is beyond doubt. Engaged in several important excavations in the world including the recent Pyramids of Giza. The best graduate and has the nickname .. nose of Anubis?" Abraham frowned, he could not believe there was such a strange nickname let alone that it was intended for a beautiful girl.
"What's? Hhm, interesting!" darren's smile expanded again, he swallowed the blood in his glass.
"Get the camera to him!" darren commands from a mini microphone attached to his informant's ear.
The informant zoomed in on Nirwana's image to make it clear from Darren's screen. Abraham turned his head towards Darren who was smiling looking at the beautiful face of Nirvana. Just this time he saw his master so enthusiastically. Either because of the search for the ancient artifact or indeed Darren wanted Nirvana to be his.
"I want to see how special you are, Nirvana."
