The Satanic Brides of Dracula is a love letter to Hammer Horror movies, Classic Monsters, and Gaslamp Gothic Victorian Horror. It comes from a time when vampires didn't sparkle, romance their prey, or go to High School. It is a tale of madness. Of death. Occult obsession. And blood. So much blood... --- Dracula has fled Transylvania and his Brides are resolved to find him. At first, their adventure is exciting. A chance to explore the changing cities of Europe. To revel in the dark delights only blood-hungry vampires can enjoy. Then the Hunters came. And now the Brides seek vengeance. But first, they may have to make a pact with the Devil himself. Again... --- Senka nodded. “It’s all here, Vasilja. And I think we can do it. But we need defiled holy ground.” “That’s simple. We’re in Paris. There’ll be plenty of that. Won’t there, Freddy? I bet Freddy’s been using his own church for his naughty Luciferian practices, haven’t you Freddy? Of course you have. No need to open your mouth, just nod and be quiet.” “A priest to perform the rite.” Vasilja clapped her hands in delight. “Freddy again!” “And we need a child.” “Well, I’ve seen at least fifty in the street on the way here. Is that where you find them, Freddy? In the street? They’re bound to be a little smelly and undernourished, but I’m sure our master won’t mind.” “Also, a dagger which has been used in Holy Ritual.” “Oh, I’m very sure Freddy has one of those, too!” She beamed down at him. “Aren’t you suddenly more useful than we expected?” “And a virgin.” “Well, that’s nonsense, Senka. How will we find a virgin in Paris?” She took the book from the younger vampire. “You must be reading it wrong, surely.” “I’m not.” “Well, that’s just terribly inconvenient.” NOTE: This is a new edited and modifed version of an Original Series I published years ago.