Ficlets

Handsing quickly turned away.“I have come alone. I trust you to be a man of honor, although I use the word man loosely. Your being a direct descendent of the Count Dracula; your honor has meaning, does it not”? “It does, Sir” looking on curiously, “go on”. “I purpose you fight me, like a mortal man. If you win I will die but if I win you will give yourself over to be consumed by flame”. “Interesting” the Count drew his sword as the Baron did his. The blades clanked repeatedly as they danced around the room. “Your daughter sends her love” the Count said distracting the Baron momentarily. “My daughter is dead” Baron said huffing. The Baron backed him against the wall, one last clank and he pounced forward stabbing him directly in his heart. The count slide down the wall he looked at the Baron confused. The Baron smiled as he placed his foot on his chest. “This is no ordinary sword; steal inset with wooden slivers blessed by the Pope himself, did you really think I would trust you”.