Jonathan is imprisoned!

The main story begins to take place when Jonathan tries to explore a very small area of the magnificient castle and realizes that he had been imprisoned and to escape from there was almost impossible.
As Jonathan realizes himself dwelling in the lifeless castle on the very edge of a terrible precipice, he hopelessly desires for a way out.
His convictions of his helplessness overpowers all other things and feels as if he had behaved like a rat does in a trap, for he had been rushing up and down, peering out of every window with hope.
He begins to understand about what had been going on and at the same time acknowledges that it was the Count himself who had been disguising himself as a driver and had driven him to the very place.
Jonathan fears about his own knowledges because that makes him clearly visualize the cold truth and tie his imaginations in desperate straits.
His confusions regarding the early acts by the people he met on his way to the Count, now becomes clear and thanks for all those people who gave him good wishes and the old woman who had hung a crucifix round his neck as for protection from the evil.
However, despites his fear it seems that he has no other way then listening and following to Count's words as to interference wid his gained knowledges and facts would cost him his life.
Hence, he presents his best attitude for the Count in order to avoid any suspicions or such.
Jonathan, in order to ease himself and know more about, asks about Transylvanian history to which the Count approaches very impressingly.
He, whilst talking about his house, used "we" and spoke almost in the plural like a king talking.
The way he described about the people, the battles almost made us feel that he had been present in each one of them. The count also proudly announces about his races and why they had the rights to do so.
JOnathan gets fascinated by his tone of speech, his dialect and wishes if h cud write them all up for smething better.
They accordingly have several chats regarding the similar suject matter as well as about life in England and the business for which Jonathan had been sent.
JOnathan is warned by Count not to try and explore any of the places, except the ones permitted so as to avoid trouble that he may shower upon himself.
To this he makes a haste to his chamber, however after a while, as the silence seals the fear of the Count, he pops out of his room and makes his way up to the stony stairs.
He somewhere feels a very tiny presence of freedom that although may not truly be one yet succeeds in enchanting his imprisioned soul.
The description of the yellowish colour of the moon affecting the entire situation is very prcisely ad beautifully described.
Jonathan gets overwhelmed as he sees the Count crawling like a lizard with his cloak spread arond him like giant wings and soon disappears from his sight.
Jonathan then proceeds on with his explorations and finds a door at the top of a stairway which he opens to get sight of a beautiful chamber with massive windows from where exterior beauties could be visualized unlike from the other rooms where he had already been in.
He describes about how cosy the room was and how beautiful it looked by the light of the yellowish moon flooding through the diamond panes that enabled the presence of colours wid variations.
Just as he had begun to play his thoughts in the major key, the surprising presence of three young women changed the entire situation.
Two of them were dark and had high aquiline noses, like the Count, and great dark piercing eyes whereas the other one was fair, as fair as can be, with great, wavy masses of golden hair and eyes like pale sapphires.
All three had brilliant white teeth, that shone like pearls against the ruby of their voluptous lips.
Mina is talked about again at this point by Jonathan, when he thinks about how the wicked, burning desire to kiss those red lips of them had arose within him. he explains that it wouldn't be of a very good idea to write about this very moment because that would hurt Mina.
Hence, stating Mina as his wife or a girl friend.
As the fairest lady amongst the three approaches to feed on his blood, Count arrives just in time to save him and take the lead.
He then hands over a bag to the ladies in which there should be a human, as suspected by Jonathan.
He, by now clearly understands that he has no hope at all for tomorrow, and that he was going to be the prey himself.
The horror overceases him and he sinks down unconscious.

Dracula (1897) by Irish author Bram Stoker

Dracula is an 1987 novel written by Bram Stoker, an Irish novelist.
The novel has been attributed to many literary genres, including horror fiction, vampire literature and most prominently as the gothic literature.
The story is written as first person and basically reflects on the journals of Jonathan Harker. The recrods chosen for the journals appear to be contemporary, given from the stand points and within the range of knowledge of those who made them.
Chapter one and two basically resembles the introductory part of the novel, where the Journalist i.e. Jonathan Harker, a newly qualified Englsih solicitor, describes about his journey from where he had begun. He generaly talks about his experienes, the scenes and places and the people he had come across whilst on the way to Castle Dracula.
The story begins on 1st of may, at 8:35 am, when he leaves Munich and arrives at Vienna journying by train.
The details of the places and the time are very precisely described.
The place addressed as Bistritz appears in the beginning of the opening sentence of the story, which directly opens the doorway to mystery and horror as Bistritz is a town in Transylvania, which means "the Land Beyond The Forest" and which refers to a high plateau region in central and nortwest Romania.
The place, by the writer, is described to be in the extreme east of the country, just on the borders of three estates, Transylvania, Moldavia and Bukovina, in the midst of the Carpathian mountains; one of the wildest and least known portions of Europe.
The writer also talks about how he had difficulty in pointing out the place whilst studying the maps he had bought along with. There wasn't a clear evidence of where the Castle Dracula really was.
Then, he also reveals us tht Bistritz was the post town named by Count Dracula and tht it was a fairly well known place amongst the locals, and even mentions about the colossal loss of human lives that had taken place in the past.
Since the beginning of the story, i could sense the coldness and darkness going on somewhere in the story, as the places described sounded peculiar to me.
The name "Castle Dracula", didn't seem to be quite right for a normal kind of story.
Hence, from the beginning of the story, we, the readers are able to taste that flavour of gothicism within the novel.
The writer talks about all sorts of queer dreams that he had, his restless nights throughout the journey, however, he also describes the antique sort of beauty of the towns, places and the people he sees and about how he appreciated them somehow.
As Jonathan arrives to Bistritz, he directly goes to Golden Krone Hotel as told by the Count Dracula.
This is when the story gets started. As he reads the letter from Count Dracula, people around him gets shocked.
They don't quite show up the reson for acting hysterical towards him but then offer blessings and wishes to him and gift him with crosses ( to proect against the evil).
Moreover, an old lady begs him not to go to the place where he has intended to go.

This surprises Jonathan and makes him confused. He gets overwhelmed to see how she wanted him to avoid the journey.
However, despites these interferance, he sets his mind to set off his journey because staying without any sorts of reasonable information and backing off from an assigned job would be kind of foolishness.
Chapter one and two, in short is generally about people whom Jonathan meets on his way, about how they react towards him after knowing his purposes and the confusions that he had regarding all those people he had met.
It is quite mysterius and kind of hysterical to see all the people showing cross symbols in front of him, offering him blessings and wishes and talking about evilness, devil and darkness in different languages by different people.
The description of the arousing of the fear in people's expressions as the name "Count Dracula" is mentioned, makes us confidently obvious that the fear has something to do with the place where Jonathan is heading i.e. "Castle Dracula".
Hence, it is obvious that the role of the Count Dracula is predominant throughout the story as an antagonist and that the journalist i.e. Jonathan Harker has been slowly getting himself into something that is not going to be nice.
The howls of the wolves, the cries and the screams in d darkest of nights and the horses trying their best to escape from there, the people, these all make the writer finally feel what others had expected from him after knowing the truth.
It seems like he has noticed that he had entered in the place of death, where even the beauty of the wild seemed to be scaring his breathe away from him, he regrets for dwelling in that very land and wishes to return back as soon as possible.
He talks about the fear seen in the eyes of the horses from the beasts that were scaring him away.
For awhile, everything seems to be doom, a terrible nightmare, he even pinches himself to see if that was a dream he never wanted to have.
But to his bitter truth, that was the reality he had been facing.
He describes the Count Dracula looking lifeless, and cold and almost dead.
However, he is impressed by the friendly gestures and warm welcome that the dracula offers until when he becomes unable to see the reflection of Dracula in the glass while the other presence are visible, and discovers that the castle was a veritable prison and he as the prisoner.
"The castle is on the very edge of a terrible precipice. A stone falling from the window would fall a thousand feet without touching anything! As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree-tops, with occasssionally a deep rift where there is a chasm. Here and there are silver threads where the rivers wind in deep gorges through the forests.
But i am not in heart to describe beauty, for when I had seen the view I explored further; doors, doors everywhere, and all locked and bolted. In no placesave from the windows in the castle walls is there an available exit."

Abandoned

Abandoned
Will there be tomorrow, Mother?

Will I get to see you the next morning?

Will these nightmares fade away?

Or are they going to tangle on me everyday?

Is it really fair, for my innocent ears to bear this bombarding?

Are my young eyes opened just to see myself locked in doom?

Why can’t I escape?

To be free like those kids overseas,

Who live in cosy places;And have so much beyond needed.

How I long for just a single night to pass in peace!

Sweating and blinking my blank eyes.

How I wish I was acknowledged about feelings

That I lost beforehand

And now my tears are no more left

They have dried in their own.

All I can feel is a lifeless heart that pounds for its escape into someone worthy.

Was this a gift by the Heaven?

Or a curse so poignant?

Have all the charms of stars that I have wished been wiped off?

Mother! Mother!! Tell me,

Why can’t I feel her sorrows?

Why can’t I taste his wound?

Is it because I was pampered in this extravagance of misery and anguish?

Or is it because I was always unwanted?

Oh Yes! I remember!And I don’t feel pity for myself;

Why should I?

When it was me who had to pass all those summers and chilly winters of my life-

Sheltered in this thin cotton sheet.

And yes! I also remember!

My home was brought to ashes,

And I was with my young sister staring at that poorly built.

I could see her eyes get covered in tears,

And I saw my parents killed,

I tried, of course I did;

But failed because I was poorly built.

Unexpected corpses were scattered,

And many of us like me dwelled for ages in that horrified cage.

We suffocated!

we yelled for help!

We knew we would hardly get!

Our young steps and our young dreams couldn’t just tolerate such experiences.

Do they sound despondent?

Well, I have bear them all.

Such melancholy has turned into a tantrum,

A wish of brightness has been pushed into darkness.

And now I fear of waking up one day with venom in my hand!

That could destroy you and even me!

Yes, it’s all because I have seen them so close;

The death so close!

That friendly unwanted part of my life.

All my childhood innocence had gone before it could bloom,

Leaving a deep patch of terrible tragedy

Incomparable to any grief.

I know I hate it,

This isn’t what I want,

But the sense of revenge and flare within

Has selfishly sealed my heart with rage;

Made me deaf and blind enough-

To avoid those cries and tears of helpless.

Perhaps I was born to be a beast so untamed.

All my ones are gone-

And no one left to cry for,

I shall wildly challenge hence,

All those devils that have enough yet is not content!

Preparing themselves to the valley of death.

There maybe amiable seeds,

Spread somewhere even in the land of devils;

But are concealed from the living pain like us;

There maybe a presence of a bit of shine,

Even in that darkness of unreality,

There must be thousands of spectators,

And judges, and writers

Writing about people like me,

And about consequences like this;

With their best felt words,

In their admired tone,

To them-

It might be beyond physical familiar;

But what has happened and is happening!

Is probably not going to change so soon.

They must be trying their best to feel them,

The horrendous experiences they hadn’t seen;

Yet trying to dream the darkness where I had lived.

No, no I wouldn’t dream it,

But I know I didn’t have to either,

Because it has become my shadow-

And will follow me all the way through.

They said, "there was peace yesterday",

They said, "there will be peace tomorrow",

They said, "tomorrow the country not seen will declare our freedom";

Was that a mock?

Where’s the liberty we had?

Which bastard did we belong to?

I am bewildered!

No one ever ruled us except our own countrymen,

Except our own blood;

We were taught, the oath of freedomIn the darkness of slavery;

We were imprisoned in the cage so confined-

Freedom was just a dream that would never come true,

They said, "it was peace yesterday",

They said, "it was declared";

But still that four hours night-

I had a sleep so unwell,

"But today, it vanished again", they said.

I turned back the pages of some tale-

There last freedom and peace,

But in my world!

It was just an unreality.

I could never feel it.

I past my days,

Grew older,No celebrations I had;

No one ever wished me for a future;

Because I didn’t have one,

Nor would anyone I know have it to bless me with one.

And dreams?

Let it not be discussed,

Because that would be vacant.

But still somewhere-

The soft part of me remains within,

And I recall those comfort,

I recall her and my fear that lost me

And I sense that cold,

The night when everything was snatched from me,

My love, my care, my pride, my name!

And it becomes uncontrolled,

My eyes floods in tears

And I seek for warmthOf my mother’s womb,

And I flow back to those merciless days,

Where I remember me catching her hand,

In sorrow and despair and asking-

Will there be tomorrow, Mother?

Will I get to see you the next morning?

Will these nightmares fade away?

Or are they going to tangle on me everyday?

Is it really fair?

For my innocent ears to bear this bombarding?

Are my young eyes opened just to see myself locked in doom?

Why can’t I escape?

To be free like those kids overseas,

Who live in cosy places;

And have so much beyond needed.

It doesn’t make metranquil,

Rather a tantrum that uplifts;

Creeps within me and abolishes the innocence

Giving birth to the abhorrent beast.