The lawsuit on the 1st March in the year 1666 excited international sensation. The exceptional regime, the sensation-causing vanishing of the accused and the destiny of the two victims were in Romania and all over the world unique, and as far as I know, there was before and likewise afterwards no similar case.

Two men were accused of vampirism, cannibalism and murder in Sibiu. They were the descendants of Dracula, and that awaked a lot of superstitions in the folk, and on this memorable Friday morning the court attracted me, too. Altough I didn’t believe in such gossip of vampires and undeads, the fact that they of all people were accused of this crime fascinated me. And that they didn’t pull their strings, didn’t use their not inconsiderable leverage and - above all - their money to free themselves and who has been foolish enough to accuse them, was inquisitiveness subject matter of so many people.

Already before the advent of the trial the sentence deemed to be sure. Everyone agreed that it would be death in cause of decapitation, the halter or the funeral pyre. Generally it was assumed that their fate would be the axe because the judge was an equitable and brave man who had no delight in seeing the convicts suffer. His exceptional courage has been the reason for demanding him from Bucuresti. No one of the resident judgers dared to made the lawsuit because they were afraid of the vengeance of count/earl Dracula.

On that special day the hall was filled till the last pew and countless rubbernecks stood behind the rows of benches. I was familiar with one of the lay assessors, and he was able to save me one of the seats in the second row. The crowd surged and muttered curious around me. The suspense reached its peak as the referee Eminescu entered the room, followed by the lay assessor and the court ushers, who were steering the defendants between them without holding them. They seemed to be tense and fearful. Doubtless it didn’t pleased them to be so close to this so-called vampires.

The attendees rose, and the judge read the bill of indictment aloud.

"I reproach the attend Vlad and Miroslav Tepes to have bitten

several girls through the throat in the carotid and drank their blood.

As evidence the high court base on the carcasses of two girls

Who were found in the bedrooms of the accused."

The referee and with him the attendees sat down and Eminescu turned to the accused.

"What do you say to this reproaches?"

Just like the charismatic appearance of the high court absorbed the attention on itself, it was now directed on the men in the very center of the hall and was hold there.

Miroslav weared a simple, clean linen chemise, a suede pair of trousers and a light-grey cape made from silk. His dark, shoulder-length hair was tied with a leather-ribbon and his dark eyes looked straight into the judge’s fair ones - all in all a respactable appearance. His face was of a calm beauty.

But his brother Vlad was completely different. He wore a vest and trousers made of black leather. Beneath the vest flowed a chemise of claret silk with wide sleeves, which were tied on the wrists with black silk-cords which followed every movement. Above, he wore a cape of black velvet with a lining of blood-red silk. His hairs had a dark red and her wore them open. On his lips laid a derisive smile.

He shaked the hairs with an overplayed movement out of his face and stepped closely in front of Eminescu.

"Your Honour, I am really sorry to have to inform you that all of your reproaches comply with the truth. I presume that you want to know details, if you once charge someone rightly?"

Without await an answer, with a blowing cloak he turned round to the audience and started to speak.

"The two girls you did find, were just less of our victims. Against the universal opinion not all of the bitten ones became vampires. We can determine that, like the time of their awakening. That is the reason why no one was ever found before. Sometimes we ressurected them after they were buried deep in the earth and harkened to their screams. All of us vampires have good senses."

He made toward the mayor of Sibiu who was sitting in the first row with his wife and a bit cortege just before me. Vlad Dracula bend forward - while the mayor bend unpleasant backwards -, closed his eyes self-indulgent and fetched a deep breath. "In the passed-off night you were by a woman." His smile grew wider and more evil. "And not by this one here." He pointed at the mayors wife. The mayor jumped up and staggered, because Vlad didn’t flinch. As he at last found his balance by means of one of his servants he called with a shrill voice: "High court, you should complete the charges of slandering!" Vlad, who had returned in the meantime in the centre/center of the hall, turned fitful, and his smile was vanished. "Keep quiet and sit down!" he spitted. His pointed canines twinkled. His hair seemed to be moving in an impalpable wind. The mayor become suddenly pale and fell back on his seat, like stricken by a hit. Now the evil smile revented on Vlads face with an expression of amused satisfaction. He turned around to the judge and requested to let bring in the bodys of the poor wenches.

"I would like to give you a taste of reawakening."

Miroslav effaced all the time, and a completely normal, fond smile on his lips while he was watching his little brother.

On Eminescus beck the court ushers left the hall and brought returning the biers with the girls with them. Both, Nephilome and Lilya, were even in death of infatuating beauty. The taller one, Nephilome, had fiery curls and the younger ones hair was as white as snow. In both charming bodies was every drop of blood missing.

"May I introduce: This are Naphilome and Lilya Dracula" said Vlad. He made leisurely towards the desk of Eminescu, leaned against it and started with his terrifiying and at the same time so fascinating report.

"As the masteries of a surely know, the two ladies moved just recently in our fair Transylvania. We invited them in our castle to welcome them. Before the evening was up, we had them in our beds." He halted and it was obviously that he was feastening the fear of his audience. "I can just tell for myself, but I presume it wasn’t subsantial different by my beloved brother."

This was what unsettled me the most. Both the love to his brother as the love to Lilya were true and that entitys like them should feel love like me frightened me until in the deepest nook of my soul.

While he was speaking the daemonic smile didn’t leave his lips for a second and with buoyed head he examined the attendants with a torrid look. As he looked at me his evil face seemed to turn into a countenance of divine beauty, and I knew that this must have been what Lilya saw in this very night.

It was a mistake to return this look, but it was too late. He put his spell upon me and I knew - I had to serve him until he would release me in death.

"Of course I kept the door open and as I entered the room, she sat on my bed, already half divested. I stepped to her divesting me of my apparel. She laid back and presented herself to me. I bend down to her and kissed her. She reciprocated the kiss and drawed me down to her. So we laid on the bed, nude, turned towards each other, and my lips roamed along her cervical. My tongue caressed her throat and she moaned and I was thinking of the gratification and delight her blood was going to give me. My tender tongue skimmed further below and found her breast and her teat, and she was moaning again. Her hand skimmed my back down, then moved around my ilium and dind’t halt at my groin." He paused shortly. "At the crest of the unification I opened her throat with one bite and drank her live from her to give her mine."

There was a breathless suspense in the hall. That he confessed so frankly what Eminescu reproached them, the smile as his brothers sole reaction and the shameless descripiton of this cruel doing let the audience stop breathing.

"And now, ladys and gentleman, I would like to give you the last evidence." He made towards Lilyas bier and Miroslav also disengaged himself of the beam on which he had leaned wordless so far and went over to Nephilome. Just like on an inaudible command they commenced to speak in an unsaintly, evil tongue. The sounds were on such an baleful way changed and warped, that it was no human tongue anymore. They said the same words at the same moments. While they were speaking, the light got less and again this aura let their hairs blow. Miroslavs ribbon tore and revealed his hair to this horrifiying movement of reality. The light faded more and more, their bodies became shadows and grew. Black wings spreaded and burrowed the ceiling. Black despair grasped my heart as I saw the sun shining outside. Its rays should have fallen exactly on the two biers. But the panes were flood with light and behind them, on the other side - on my side, how my lost mind cried - just darkness.

In a thunderclanging last sound of horror they finished their verdict and the sunlight flooded back in the hall. The shadows were washed away and with them the wings, and silence fell in the court.

First Nephilome was stirring. She tossed and turned and sat up, how Lilya afterwards.

"Miroslav, where are we?" Her voice clinked as if she were woken up of a deep sleep - and how hurting, how blasphemous this comparison was right! As he answered her, his voice sounded different than just a minute ago, gentle, tender, loving.

"I’ll explain it later, my paramour. Just give us one instant to finish this." She nodded and followed Miroslavs look, who had turned towards Vlad again.

Eminescu, who had observed everything with an unmoved countenance, returned Vlads glance calmly and austere, without the smallest stirring. After a while he spoke.

"I condemn you to death in cause of wizardry, pacting with the fiend, vampirism, cannibalism and murder. You shall be burned."

Vlad listened to this mindful and answered in an respectful and polite voice.

"I am sorry to have to disappoint you, but we don’t mean to be burned." Now, the notorious wolfsmile reappeared on his beautiful face. "Anyway, there would be no use in. Good bye, judge count/earl Eminescu. You are a remarkable and exceptional man. We’ll be good friends." The judge wanted to reply something, but Vlad raised his hand and he shut his mouth. Vlad turned once again to the audience.

"One last pronouncing, and we will leave you - but not for long. Our pretended ancestor Vlad Dracula - also called Tepes, the "Impaler" - had a brother who outdone him in beauty, cruelty and bloodiness. Of him wasn’t written and wasn’t spoken, and so he was forgotten." He looked with a loving smile over to his brother who returned the glance with the same expression.

"But neither Vlad nor Miroslav did ever die, because her fate was to ramble time and space searching for two things. Blood - and women who would love them truly. They did find both. Ladies and Gentlemen, in front of you stand Miroslav and Vlad Tepes!"

The darkness streamed back, and as it was vanished again it had taken Miroslav, Vlad, Nephilome and Lilya Tepes with it.

The lawsuit took place on a day which was preceding a night of full moon and during the next weeks I remarked that bright sunlight made me more and more difficulties. It didn’t cause me pain and my vigors/vigours didn’t fade, but it was very unpleasant. Also the time in which I was naturally awake displaced more and more from droad daylight to the deepest night.

In the following full-moon light I couldn’t find any sleep, for although I fell several times asleep while working (I’m copying the holy script), I refused to accept my new rhythm of life. It frightened me that I dreamt every night of Vlad and Miroslav Tepes and awaked with a feeling of fear but also a deep admiring love.

This very night I coulnd’t help myself. I rose from my bed slipped over my cowl and went in the garden of the monastery. From the spot where I stood I couldn’t see the castle of the Draculas, but I knew where it was. During all the way I didn’t look up one time, but I always where it was located. It was as if there was something inside me what leaded me to where I was called.

As I approached the outer gate, it opened, and Lilya Dracula stood behind.

"How nice to see you, my dear Karl", she welcomed me. Her current apparel was obviously more precious than the shroud she had worn in the court. Now she wore a dress of gray silk and her white hair fell open above it. She was still as pale as a month ago and as she smiled for welcome I saw her pointed canines. I din’t wonder about this. After all my ones where looking just the same. As we went up the huge stairs which were leading up to the entrance, I saw other figures come up to the castle like I did.

She opened the door and we stepped together in the brightly illuminated hall. This light came from hundreds of torches and candles on the walls and the tables and also from a large fire in the center/centre of the hall above which a huge pig was frying, so it didn’t hurt me. On several tables sat people in which I recognized/ recognised all people who were attending the lawsuit a month ago; among others the lay assessor whith that I was familiar. On a table which stood a bit heightens sat how I name them now from the left to the right Miroslav and Nephilome, in the middle the judge Eminescu, beside him an empty chair and then one on whoch Vlad was sitting.

Lilya pointed inviting on the whole hall.

"Sit down and eat and drink as much as you want." Then she made towards the empty chair between Eminescu and Vlad and sat down.

As a nightly wayfarer who didn’t know anything about the lawsuit passed the castle, he saw the brightly illuminated windows and heard the music and the laughter. He though about begging there for a bivouac, but a inner voice told him to better hurry off to his sister down in Sibiu who would be already worrying about him.

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