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Weary ye shall be, Seeking redemption Like a bat, Blind in the day, Never to walk the earth in the morn Or ye shall burn A living dead, Bloodsucking monster, Causing the heart of your beloved to bleed In the turmoils of Hades Never to return!~~ Poem written by Afeare Adesuwa ~~~~~~ "I'm sorry, master." Dracula shivered, rushing down to bow. "It's not what you think?"

The doors from the dining room opened, and there walking with a deadly look, was the person who could kill any vampire and not think twice about doing it. The Count himself... Count Vladimir Dracula. Nolite mi- stop my dear Reversus es, amica mea-Your back my love

Suddenly, the vampire appeares in front of them again. "I couldn't help but notice that you're a werewolf. I've never met one of your kind before," the vampire says, eyeing Jennifer curiously. Jennifer tenses up, ready to defend herself if necessary, but the vampire surprises her. "I'm Dracula," he says, extending his hand in greeting. Jennifer hesitates for a moment, but then she shakes his hands tentatively. "I'm Jennifer, and this is Tyler," she says. Dracula and Jennifer exchange stories of their pasts and the struggles they had faced. Jennifer tells Dracula about how she and Tyler had been chased out of the Moon community, and Dracula shared stories of his battles with vampire hunters.

I knew my vampire lore. “Yes.” He sipped his drink without taking his eyes off me, as if he were Jonathan and I were Thena, lovers who endured incredible horrors and stood the test of time. “Dracula was a killer.” “Perhaps.” “Are you?” “I’ll let you decide, Thena.”

It was said that he’s still searching for the demon that cursed him. Though Dracula was also once a former king of Transylvania, he wasn’t as smart as Gaius. However, he was extremely skilled in swordsmanship. He alone could defeat two thousand well-trained soldiers alone. After World War 4, he went back to Transylvania and created a kingdom for vampires to stay. Because of Dracula’s weather changing powers— Transylvania was hidden by thick, white mists— no one could find a way into it. Only the vampires who lived there knew how to enter.

“No, I said the book wasn’t true. I said Stoker got most of it right, but not all of it. But, yes, Dracula was very real.” “And you helped hunt him down?” “Not as much as I would have liked, but yes. I was there for part of it. Along with Van Helsing and the others.” “Van Helsing was a real guy?” “Yes, she was real.”

All it really did was just mutate the cells in my body. “What do you mean? And how long ago was it? And who turned you anyways, Dracula?” he smirked. “It was eleven years ago, when I was six. Besides, I’ve never met Dracula, last I knew of him he was still living in Transylvania. He never visits anybody unless he has a good reason to,” I said as I suppressed a yawn. My God, I was boring myself! “Do you think you’ll ever meet him,” he asked excited. I looked over at him and was disgusted, he was actually grinning at the possibility of me meeting Dracula. I was beginning to get annoyed by his questions. Maybe I didn’t think this out so thoroughly.

His acquaintance sighs. —Don't hurry, Mégas. - He hisses. - You know very well what I've come for. —We shall discuss it in private. - Alex spats. The black-haired man bows. —Allow me to introduce myself, beautiful fortune teller.- he says to me- My name is Vladislaus Dragulia. You may have heard of me, I am much better known by the name of Count Dracula.

Oscar asked with a voice that hinted of reverence. “Dracula is the first to be made vampire from man,” Rowan explained. “He is not an original sent here from a different dimension so long ago.” “Do you know who that would be?” the underling asked with genuine curiosity. “To my knowledge, only one remains. His name is Darius,” Rowan informed him. Then, with a mixture of scoff and chuckle, he said, “One original vampire and one original lycan. Was this Goethe’s plan all along?”

Dracul quietly observed Vlad’s ever increasing evil ways of dealing with his enemies with great interest. It seemed trading his soul to a vympire who’d morphed into a being of darkness somehow connected Vlad to that darkness. When Vlad was thrown into prison after being severely wounded and captured by his enemies, his good friend the count -who was a general in Vlad’s army- traded places with him in hopes of saving Vlad’s life and eventually being rescued by Vlad once Vlad recovered. When Dracul arrived at the dungeon to claim Vlad’s soul and found the general there in his stead, he was furious. He accused the count of conspiring with Vlad to cheat him out of claiming his soul. No ma