The Maximum-Security Prison for Supernatural Entities(MSPSE) was a specially built containment facility meant for the imprisonment of dangerous and powerful supernatural beings. The facility was built secretly by an independent organisation called S.E.E., or Supernatural Entity Elimination
This organisation’s reach goes all over the world, and its goal is to secure and contain all the things that regular humans should not have the displeasure of seeing.
The prison was built in the middle of the Pacific Ocean to ensure that no creature ever escapes and that no one ever knows of it. It was cloaked with various magic spells to hide it from satellites, and there were wards meant to discourage boats or submarines from getting close unless allowed.
The prison had over 5 levels of containment, level 1 being the first level containing relatively mundane yet dangerous entities, the entities here were only dangerous to individuals or a single group of people but could do no more than street level damage.
Level 2 was similar in the sense that it houses relatively mundane creatures and cursed objects. Level 3 is where the truly dangerous begin to be kept, vampires and werewolves are always placed here, as they have the potential to destroy buildings and cause harm to hundreds of people.
level 4 and 5 are the most dangerous monsters are kept and have the tightest security. Creatures that are held here are capable of causing harm to millions and are danger to a city's infrastructure and population.
All monsters that can be placed within Level 4 or 5 are too dangerous to be placed anywhere else.
Within the prison, one of the guards was having his retina scanned and going through various security checks before the big metal door at the end of the room could be opened.
The man was white with orange hair and wore a modern combat suit that was enchanted with various spells for both defence, stealth, and attack.
“This is what your brain scan looks like.”
A man wearing a similar uniform I handed him a black and white paper; it was an MRI image of his brain. The man had square-rimmed glasses, black hair, and a clear lack of sleep.
“Remember it and know it.”
“Yeah, I know.”
The ginger-haired man answered nonchalantly, seemingly not caring.
“Do you? Because you seem very cosy with the prisoner.”
“Of course, I do, and wasn’t the point of this to get cosy with her so she won’t kill us all should she escape?”
The man answered seriously: the individual being kept in one of the cells in level 5 was an especially dangerous supernatural entity, even among her kind, and she only got captured by pure luck.
“Yes, that’s the point, but getting too comfortable is problematic; we can’t have you fall for her charm, hence why we need to make sure your brain chemistry stays the same.”
The man warned, looking the ginger-haired guard straight in the eyes. Their job was to keep dangerous supernaturals from escaping and harming the citizens of the world; as such, they couldn’t afford to mess up.
“Alright, I got it. Just let me do my job.”
After a few security checks to ensure that he wasn’t an imposter, under mind control, or a clone, the doors opened, and he was allowed into the area.
It was a wide area with various cells holding various horrifying and non-horrifying creatures; zombies and witches were a common sight, along with one Lochness monster, big foot, a sentient Pterodactyl and other criptids and monsters However, at the edge of the room was the cell that the guard was going toward.
*Bam*
A loud bang startled the guard, it came from one of the cells that were to his left, it was a woman that was bound by a white straight jacket with some runic writings on it, she couldn’t use her hands and thus banged her head on the reinforced glass wall of course it wasn’t at an attempt to break it but to get the guard’s attention.
“Hey, come on, let me out, please!”
She cried in a sultry and seductive tone, but the guard ignored her.
“Please!! I'll give you anything. Come on!! man, I have a family! My son is only 6 years old, he's waiting in the blistering cold, He needs me. I'll make your wildest dreams come true and make you rich. I am a witch, I can do all those things, I'll suck your dick better than your wife!!.”
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She bargained, but the guard remained unconcerned and continued toward his destination, completely ignoring the witch that tried to manipulate him.
“You son of a bitch!!! I’ll kill you!! Let me out of here!! I swear I'm going to turn you inside out and feed you to the pigs!! You limp dick swine!!”
She cursed, switching her emotions in a heartbeat, but the guard didn’t care. He simply walked towards his destination at the far end of the prison, a single cell that held a woman bound from corner to corner and her long silver hair flowing down, the guard arrived.
Opening her eyes as she awoke from her slumber, her red eyes laid upon the sight of orange hair and white skin. It was a bit blurry, but that went away a second later, and she got a clear image of who it was—the human assigned to her as a sort of talking buddy. Apparently, they were worried about the mental well-being of their prisoners.
“Oh, hello, Connor.”
With her eyes fully opened, she greeted the man. To her, he looked to have aged quite a bit in the past month.
“Hello, Miss Bathory, how was your sleep?”
He asked politely and sat on the chair provided. Every month that he comes here, he is always blown away by how beautiful she is.
She had long silver hair, pale skin, and blood-red eyes. Her face was young-looking with an innocence to it, making it feel like she’s a child even though she is older than the oldest human in the world by three times over.
Her body was covered in talismans that acted as charms to weaken her, and she was bound on all limbs, making her unable to move. The cell she was in was lit by a sunlight crystal, weakening her.
“It was fine; though I had a pleasant dream about my husband, it was back in the old days—well, old days for me, ancient days for you. Anyway, did your wife answer my question?”
She asked casually without any hidden meanings behind her words and the guard responded in kind and answered her question.
“Oh right, she said, if you’re cooking a meal for someone who hasn’t been home for a while, make it so they remember why it is home. That’s what she said, word for word.”
“Oh, I see. That’s certainly interesting. Make it so he remembers why he loves you. Is that it?”
She asked with a bit of disappointment, she was hoping for an answer that was more exciting than just cooking for him, although she supposed that it was a good answer from the standpoint of someone in a normal human relationship, the answer also had some merit too if she knew how to cook.
“I think that’s the gist.”
He confirmed and she hummed in thought, perhaps making him remember why he loved her was a good idea but instead of cooking that reminds him, it should be something they can both enjoy, and she knew exactly what that is. With a small smile on her face, she asked him a question.
“So, what was her question to me this time?”
She asked nonchalantly; by the way they were talking, one could easily discern that they were on friendly terms. However, the guard was no fool; Bathory was a vampire, a blood-sucking monster that outclassed your average human in all aspects. No matter what his relationship with her was, he was to never let his guard down, lest he become her juice box. Unfortunately for him, he did let his guard down.
“She asked what it felt like to be a vampire.”
He felt himself relaxed on the chair, oddly comfortable on it like he had sat on it for the first time after a long shift at work like he was suddenly back at home with his wife and was finally able to relax.
“Hm? Does she want to be a vampire?”
“…No, … I don’t think so.”
His answer was a bit delayed and there was a slight vacant look in his eyes, almost as if his mind wasn’t there and he was thinking of something else.
“I see. By the way, what day and year is it?"
She asked, completely ignoring the question she was supposed to answer, and her question was followed by an odd and distinct creak, like a support beam unable to carry the weight of the building.
The guard should have noticed this; unfortunately, he was already under her command.
“…. The... current year…. is 2021, June 13th.”
“Thank you for that.”
She said with a mesmerising smile on her face that would make men weak on the knees before the alarms started sounding and startling the man out of his stupor,
Awakened from the control of the vampire he quickly stood up and looked around and saw that she was still in the cell, he then took out his weapon and pointed it at her.
It was a gun, but not just an average gun; it was a specially made 9mm hand pistol with magic-infused and enchanted bullets specially made to harm creatures like vampires and all other supernatural entities.
“What are you doing? Stand down!”
He shouted as panic began to settle in his heart, he was so getting neutralised, moments ago he was warned about being too casual with the prisoner, he had forgotten that while she was weakened, she wasn’t completely powerless.
He held his weapon straight toward her as beads of sweat began to trickle down his forehead. more creaking noises were heard, this time sounding louder.
The steel wires that held her limbs bound were torn from the corners of her cell and crashed onto the floor along with her, their landing caused the ground to crack as if they were heavy as an anvil.
“Oh shit!!!”
The guard exclaimed before turning his back and sprinting towards the exit, despite his causal relationship with her, Bathory was still a vampire, he had somehow forgotten that she’s a monster and it is within his best interest to run away should she escape; he is only to engage in combat when all options are lost.
“Don’t worry, I won’t be killing you.”
She said before lifting her hands up along with the heavy ropes and slamming them on the floor, causing more cracks and water to slowly spill in.
“So, we’re underwater, huh? If it’s ocean water, it should be a good defence against most supernatural entities, though not all supernatural beings are weak against salt.”
She placed her hand on her chin, only to notice the talismans covering her body.
The talisman were supposed to weaken her and make her susceptible to sunlight since she’s immune to it, but it doesn’t seem they helped much; she does feel weaker, but she can manage, it’s unfortunate that they won’t come off unless the user wills them to.
“No matter. Darling, you should be waking up soon; two hundred years is a long time; you have a lot to make up for.”
She spoke with elation in her voice, so many things have changed in these two hundred years he’s been gone and there so much he has missed and needs to be caught up but the only thing that mattered now was him making it up to her for sleeping for so long.
An army of guards flooded the area, all equipped with specialised weapons meant to deal with supernaturals, specifically vampires.
A man with bright blue eyes, dark grey hair, and a sword strapped to his waist led them; he wore a white button up shirt with black slacks and sneakers. He was tall, with broad shoulders, his figure was imposing.
Having entered the area, the soldiers stood behind him as he walked straight up to her cell. Bathory raised a brow at him; his mouth was covered up by a talisman that had a microphone drawn on its front.
“We’re under the Pacific Ocean right now; it’s no use trying to escape; the waters are infested with various tamed sea monsters, and the moment you escape, you’re their dinner.”
The man spoke with a great level of confidence; despite his mouth being covered with a talisman and his mouth barely moving, his voice was loud and clear. This gave Bathory the hint that the man had a blessed contract.
The cell she was in had been sealed tight the moment the alarms were triggered, so it shouldn’t be a problem even if she breaks through the floor Only her cell will flood.
“Really? Thanks, by the way, your organisation was created 100 years ago, right?”
She asked without expecting an answer. She then used the steel wires tied to her hands and slammed them on the ground, blowing a hole through the floor and causing her cell to be flooded with water. She sank down to the bottom like a block of stone would.
“What did she mean by that question?”
The man asked rhetorically not expecting an answer before he took out a phone from his pocket; he was surprisingly calm considering a dangerous supernatural entity just escaped its imprisonment.
He dialled a number and put the phone on his ear. It took a few minutes, but the call went through.
–Hello, Sir Adam –
“Emergency situation: Elizabeth Bathory Tepes has escaped.”
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A/N: Thoughts on this? Like it or don't like it?
This was actually Written a long time ago on my sister's laptop, I found it when I was looking for my stuff I had left on there that I never moved to my own laptop.
Also, I Know that Tepes is not a surname but a moniker but calling her Elizabeth Bathory Dracula didn't roll off the tongue the way I wanted plus there’s a reason Dracula isn't technically a surname within the universe of this book.