#Count Dracula Fanfic

[6lostgirl6]

Can you please do a Dracula fic for me where it is modern times and you are Dracula’s mate. He sees you and immediately knows what/who you are to him. He goes about trying to court you but he does it in the same way you would way back when. You find it cute and sweet, seeing as how most guys put minimal effort in and just wanna get in your pants. Basically you guys fall in love and he tells you what/who he is, you obviously accept it, and maybe ends with you asking him to turn you. Which he’s obviously gonna do.

Thank you. 🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️

Chivalry Is Undead

Pairing: Modern!Vladislaus Dracula x Fem!Reader

TW: Dracula haunted by your death, blood mention, dead bodies mentioned, reincarnation, mentions of past life, Dracula hissing at you, turning.

There was only one moment in time in which Vladislaus Dracula was able to find a sense of true happiness in his life. This was the time he felt like he was truly a human being rather than a monster, a tyrant. The time in which he still had you, his long lost wife.

Now, centuries later, he was considering taking a trip across the world to ease the pain of losing the only thing he had ever truly loved and felt that he could never recover from. The trip from Romania to America was rough, staying in the cargo hold of a boat until they reached land. By the time he was able to step out, the entire crew was lifeless and drained of all blood.

A few days after he arrived in the city, he decided to explore the area and get to know the city a little better.

It was impossible not to notice how out of place the vampire Lord stood in the crowd. He was dressed in clothes that would remind people of the Victorian era. It didn’t help that he was the only one to carry an umbrella during the day without a sign of rain. However, he also caught the attention of multiple women, none of which interested him. His beloved wife held a special place in his heart, there was no room for any other.

After walking for a while, he was suddenly hit with a very peculiar scent in the air. Dracula paused in his steps, his eyes widening as he took in the sweet aroma. His undead heart would have skipped a beat if he were human.

He could smell the scent of his beloved.

He hastened his steps, effortlessly pushing through the crowd as he did so. He wasn't going to let any disgusting human get in the way of him finding his lost love. He paused again, standing in the spot where the sweet aroma was at its strongest.

Suddenly, he widened his eyes in shock as he looked across the busy street and a rare smile appeared on his face. His pupils began to dilate as he stared across the street. There you were, standing near the crosswalk with a device in your hand that he remembered was a cellphone.

He couldn't imagine anything more beautiful than you; the exact image of the beloved he lost so long ago. The sensation of moving towards you itched in his body. He was tempted to forget about the traffic in front of him and just appear before you. It was your touch, your presence, and your entire being that once soothed his tyrannical soul. He missed you and desperately wanted you back in his arms and that is exactly what he'll do.

You were watching something on your phone, waiting for the pedestrian signal to change so you and a small crowd of people could cross the road. Soon, the pedestrian signal turned green, allowing you and the small crowd to begin walking across safely. After crossing the road, you went to walk down the sidewalk when you suddenly bumped into what seemed like a brick wall, causing you to drop your phone. 

With the stranger's quick reflexes, he was able to grab your phone before it could land on the pavement.

“Apologies, Miss...” He said, his voice was deep with a Romanian accent, handing out the device towards you.

"Thank you so much." You said with a sheepish smile, taking your phone back from the handsome stranger. "I'm really sorry, I should have been paying better attention."

Damn, even her voice is the same...

He waved his hand towards you dismissing your apology with a friendly smile. "No, do not apologize, the fault is mine. Might I ask your name?" He asked with curiosity.

You found him awfully charming and you gave your name out instantly. "What's your name?" You asked, just as curious about the handsome stranger. In that moment, the stranger took your hand not holding your phone and pressed a kiss upon your knuckles. You felt your heart skip a beat. 

“What a gorgeous name…” He muttered, staring into your eyes. 

Dracula’s keen hearing was able to sense your nervousness and your immediate attraction to him. His mind was hazy and fangs aching to make their claim upon your delicate throat. To claim you as his mate so he would never lose you again. "You may call me Vlad, my dear, I have traveled all the way from Transylvania for sight-seeing." 

“You’ve come a long way…” You uttered, your gazes were still locked on one another, unable to break the connection between you both. 

“I have, but I believe the agonizing trip was well-worth it, to see true beauty such as yourself.” He commented, smirking a little when he noticed the warmth flooding your cheeks. “I was exploring the city, but it would be lovely to have someone like you accompanying me. Would you like that?” 

Your eyes softened, giving a smile from his charm, he was quite different from the other men you would see around the city. It warmed your heart to have a man show genuine interest in you and want to merely spend time with you. “I would love that.” 

Dracula felt relieved as his eyes softened from your acceptance. He held his arm out and you quickly wrapped your arm around his own, elbows linked together. It was very old-fashioned you can admit, but you couldn’t help but prefer it. However, you couldn’t place it, but the gesture was oddly familiar, as if he’s done this with you before. 

Your relationship with Vlad has been going well for a few months now and you are happier than you have ever been. Since becoming his unofficial tour guide, you have spent almost every day with him. You have even been on a few dates with him, unable to resist his sweet nature and silver tongue. Dates that consisted of fine restaurants and extravagant tours of the city that you had never had the opportunity to experience before. However, you noticed that Vlad was very vague when it came to specifics about himself. In particular, he was not interested in discussing his past, his finances, or his methods of obtaining them and his need for carrying an umbrella everywhere. When you asked him why, he mentioned it was because he had a rare skin condition that would become irritated if exposed to direct sunlight.

Despite his mysterious behavior, you still found him extremely charming and you noticed that you were starting to grow intense feelings for him. However, as your relationship developed and your feelings grew, you began having dreams, strange dreams. More like nightmares because you would always dream about ancient times where you and Vlad were once married where the dream would end with your impending doom, you were never given details of your ultimate demise.

You never bothered to tell Vlad, not wanting to push him away or make him think you were crazy because you dreamt that you were his wife in some past life, you never wanted to ruin your chances with him. For instance, you were going on another date with him tonight, deciding that you both would meet each other in an extravagant park that was quite a distance from the city.

After getting into your car and making the drive away from the city, you arrived in the parking lot near the entrance of the park. Glancing outside your window, you turned off the engine before stepping out onto the concrete. It was just after dusk and the skies were starting to become darker as the minutes moved on. After locking your car, you headed over to the entrance and looked around. 

Part of you disliked Vlad not having a cellphone, due to him hating technology, but you had no way of getting a hold of him should you ever needed him or his location. Checking the time on your phone, you sighed as you were about to put it away. You were becoming a little anxious that you might have been stood up.

“Looking for something?” A pleasant voice whispered in your ear, thick Romanian accent sending shivers down your spine. 

You jolted slightly, gasping as you turned towards the person. Standing behind you with an amused smirk was Vlad, seemingly entertained by your reaction. You rolled your eyes and playfully smacked his arm, knowing that it wouldn’t hurt him. “You scared me!” You exclaimed, a teasing smile plastered on your face. 

“I apologize, my sweet.” Vlad replied, staring intently into your eyes. He thought it was delectable how scared you became, even if it only lasted for a meer moment. He was dressed in black with a thick overcoat. “It’s rude to scare the lady that captured my heart.” He continued, reaching out to take your hand in his own. He couldn’t resist touching you.

You felt your cheeks grow a little warm, gripping his hand as you both entered the park, enjoying the scenery. However, you were still a little distracted from the dreams you’ve been having. Usually, you were able to ignore it until you went home where you could reflect after your dates with Vlad. Now though, your mind was constantly replaying the dreams in a loop. You didn't notice how distant you became the more the date went on, getting lost in your own head.

Dracula noticed you were more quiet than usual, opting to replying in short answers or needing him to repeat himself. Dracula may have been old, but he understood when someone is thinking about something, something very important.

He stopped you both when you appeared next to a fountain, turning towards you and taking both of your hands in his own. "What bothers you so, my sweet?" He asked, concern evident in his gaze.

"I'm sorry..." You muttered, a little embarrassed from your behavior. "I've just been thinking about some things."

"Like what? Does something trouble you?" He questioned, squeezing your hands. Everything was feeling very familiar again, and you were starting to feel a little weird.

"I've been having...strange dreams lately. Dreams that seem very real and like I've been there before. But it's impossible, right? Dreaming about something that's never happened?" You explained, but it only left you asking questions.

Dracula swore his heart jumped to his throat. Could this mean you were starting to remember your past life with him? Was his mere presence and time spent with you the answer to getting you back?

"What do you dream about?" He stepped closer, his gaze refusing to leave your own. "What is it, my sweet?" He was eager to hear your answer.

"It's really stupid, it's like we've met before? The dreams start with us being married during an ancient time and the dream ends with me dying in some way and leaving you behind...the dream never gives me answers though..." You explained, voice low. "But, we were really happy and I woke up crying sometimes."

"It's because it was real..." Dracula replied, his eyes soft and if he could, tears would have been gathering in his own eyes. "It was real, my sweet..."

"But that's impossible, Vlad." You stated, a little confused from his reaction. "Past lives don't exist and even if you were alive during that time, you would be dead right now."

Dracula sighed, before looking around. He didn't sense anyone else in the vicinity, meaning that the both of you were completely alone. For once in his immortal life; he felt nervous, nervous for your reaction.

"Come, my sweet," Leading you by the hand, you both walked over to the fountain, sitting down on the stone structure. "There is something we must discuss."

"Vlad...this isn't because of my dreams, right? It's okay if you think it's weird..." You started before Vlad politely cut you off, showing his hand.

"My darling, the dreams you've been experiencing are very much real. Centuries ago, you were the love of my life and we were once married. My pride, arrogance, and selfish desires caused me to lose you forever. However..." He gripped your hand tightly. "I have you once more, in this life. I've been given a second chance at happiness my darling, with you." He explained, he didn't want to beat around the bush.

You stared at him, slightly in shock from his explanation. Your mind was going a mile a minute, and crazy as you may seem, part of you believed him. However, the logical part of your mind screamed at you to wake up. If it were true, how is Vlad here?

"Then how are you even alive, Vlad?" You questioned, looking into his eyes.

"Because...I am a monster, my darling." He hesitated before continuing, "I am Count Vladislaus Dracula and I am a vampire."

"W-What?" You asked, standing up and backing away a little. Not allowing you to escape from him again, Dracula stood up and closed the distance between you both once more. He towered over you, his intense gaze staring into your own. "Vlad, that's not-"

"Search your feelings, you know it to be true." He stated, grabbing your hand.

"Vlad, this is such a stupid j-"

Suddenly, Vlad appeared in front of your face, hissing down at you with glowing eyes, fangs protruding from his gums and jaw slightly unhinged like a snake. His face was monstrous and for the first time, you were scared of him. You screamed in fear, struggling to remove yourself from his grip as he wrapped his arm around your waist, gripping your wrist with his other hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The monstrous face of Vlad returned to normal, pulling you close as tears gathered in your eyes, trying hard not to sob into his chest. He felt horrible that he had to show you this way, but he didn't know how else to convince you he was telling the truth. "You needed to see, darling, I'm sorry for scaring you." He caressed your hair.

You sniffled, your face pressed against his chest as Vlad continued caressing you, trying to calm you down. His monstrous face tormented your mind, however your heart was screaming that you needed to hear him out.

"M-My dreams..." You pulled away slightly, looking up at him as he moved a free hand to caress your cheek, wiping away stray tears from your skin. "W-We were really married...?"

He gave you a small smile, before nodding his head. "Yes, my sweet, but now we are given a second chance. This time, I will do everything in my power to protect you and keep you with me forever." He promised.

"But you can't..." You replied sadly. Vlad was a vampire, an immortal creature that would continue living for many more centuries, while you could die at any moment. You felt your heart breaking, knowing that even though you had a second chance, you would still lose him.

Unless...

"Unless you change me..." You mentioned, causing Vlad to look into your eyes with an unreadable expression. However, you didn't realize how much Dracula wanted to sink his teeth into your throat and change you right this second. However, he maintained himself as you continued speaking.

"Is that what you want, my darling?" He asked, pulling you close as his other hand moved to cup your other cheek. "Do you wish to become mine eternally?"

"Yes." You answered, wrapping your around his neck which made him want to purr from your affectionate touch. "Yes, I want to become your wife once more."

Without another word and breaking your gazes, he wrapped an arm around your waist before dipping you slightly. From this position, all you could see was the face of your former lover and the stars above.

"Your wish is my command." He uttered, before leaning down, which made you close your eyes instinctively.

You were bracing yourself, awaiting for the pain that would engulf you when Vlad would sink his fangs into your neck. The pain that would ultimately change your life forever. However, that never happened as you felt the man of your literal dreams pressing his lips against your own. You gasped slightly, the kiss between you two quickly becoming passionate.

Dracula couldn't hold back the pleased growl rumbling from his chest. The ability to finally have you in his arms again and tasting your sweetness through the kiss almost made him lose control. However, he wanted to make the change romantic and less painful.

Behind your closed eyes, more memories were revealed like a record player and you felt tears swell into your eyes once more. You remembered everything and your heart shattered, knowing how much pain your husband has been through since your departure.

Reluctantly, Dracula pulled away from the kiss, staring down at you with a pleased smile. Your heart was frantically beating against your chest and the way you were staring up at him made him feel an intense longing. "Are you ready, my darling?"

"Always for you, my king." You uttered in Romanian, your eyes full of devotion locking onto his own.

Dracula's instincts were going mayhem as his eyes widened, hearing those sweet Romanian words fall from your lips, uttering a name that you once called him centuries ago. He missed you so much, and he finally found you, he finally had his beloved wife once more.

"My queen..." He replied in Romanian, smirking down at you as his fangs extended.

Next thing you knew, was the excruciating pain in your neck as the love of your life sunk his fangs deep within your throat before you lost consciousness.

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[luciferscowgirl]

I’m sorry that some of you who are into reading my crossover stuff had to wait for such a long time to finally read the finalised product, but PART THREE!! of my very mysterious and rather vampiric fanfiction “Until your Mine” is FINALLY up!

Go check it out if you wanna 🤭

I highly recommend reading part 1 & 2 first though if you haven’t already. And if you’ve read them before, maybe do so again to freshen up your memory. It’s worth the “wait”!

🔞 MDNI | NSFW 🔞

[ladysyrabellarouex]

My thoughts on writing a new Dracfield fanfic...

I have been having a moral dilemma, when writing or even starting a new fic, Im been reading over and over again " In Time" by Gobintails and its sad the author of that of wonderful fic abandons their work. i get we all have to live our lives we are not robots to please others. we have been give in one Life by God and we should use it in good ways!

My thoughts on this new fic im attempting to get a hurdel of it im stumped.

" Dracula has returned to the world of New Orleans after three years gone, Renfield his traitor familiar has moved on but revenge is a dish best served cold very cold in the wake of his vengence against his 90 year old lover."

Just staring this has me baffled!

If anyone has idea's for this let me know my AO3 account is SyraBellarouex76. or you could just leave comments on here for me to read i have alot of time on my hands today for mother's day and basically every day.

[cardierreh15]

When love finds a way

I do not give any permission to copy or repost my work!

Warnings 18+: Death , Blood .

Pairings: Henry Cavill (Drake/Dracula) x Misty/Mia (Black!plus size female)

Description: The past comes back to haunt Drake in the most strangest way.

Song(s): Time Of The Season by The Zombies

Word Count: 2.9K

One

Shadows casted and danced as one with the candlelight upon the walls. Sweet angelic laughter had filled the air as he nuzzled his pointy nose into her soft warm skin; pampering sweet kisses on her flesh.

A toothy grin had curled on his lips, with a glint of sparkle in his blood pigmented eyes. ‘I really must go now. I told you I’d stay for a glass of wine and one had turned into 4.’

‘Ah,’ He smacked at his teeth and leaned over to grab the neck of the wine bottle, ‘Just one more my love.’ Then he’d reached over and poured a few more ounces into her once again empty glass. ‘I’d wished you just move in with me already.’

The woman wanted to object, but instead she just laughed and looked over at him, ‘If I didn’t know better, Id be thinking you’re trying to get me drunk! And, if we moved in together, I don’t think I’d be able to keep my promise to myself.’

‘And what promise was that my love?’

‘To at least wait a month into our marriage before you put me to bed.’

‘Hmph. You do make it hard to wait.’

The couple chuckled before he looked up at her, ‘And Perhaps I am… or maybe I just enjoy your company that much.’ He placed the bottle back down on the glass table and sat back, ‘We are to spend the rest of eternity together after all.’ He smiled softly.

The woman scooped up her wine glass by the neck and look at the beautiful wedding ring that donned her hand. A hesitant smile curled on her lips before she took a sip of her wine once more.

Drake’s eyebrows pulled into one as he noticed her happy demeanor had faltered some. He sat up and scoot closer to her, ‘Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts my love?’ He took her hand carefully and placed a gentle kiss upon her diamond.

‘N-no. It’s just that … eternity is a long time. I want to experience life first before … immortality. I want to birth a son, or a daughter—‘

He sighed softly, closing his eyes before, ‘Mia—‘

‘Dracula…’ she said as she snapped her head towards him. ‘You are my husband… is it not your job to give me what my heart truly desires?’

‘Yes but—‘

‘But?’ Her sweet honey brown eyes stared into his.

He broke the eye contact before looking down at her mahogany hands. ‘What if—‘ he swallowed his spit and looked back up at her, ‘What if I can’t? What if all these years have finally caught up with me and I can’t provide you with what you want? What then, Mia?’

Mia placed her small warm palms on his cheeks and pulled him into a sweet kiss. She could taste small remnants of blood upon his lips but it didn’t bother her much. She’d gotten use to the taste in the past year and a half.

When she’d broken the kiss, she whispered against his lips, ‘I know we can. Plus, It is always fun… practicing.’ She giggled.

Drake chuckled as well, pressing his forehead against hers, ‘It is. Maybe we can start practicing tonight?’ He then rushed in another kiss, before pampering her face and neck with sweet pecks.

A tickled laugh bounced off the walls before they were smothered with his own mouth once again.

The two were barely out of their clothes when they heard someone call his name, “DRACULA! SURRENDER YOURSELF VILE CREATURE OF HELL!”

He looked over his shoulder as he hovered over his lover.

‘Who is that?!’ Mia said in worry.

Drake quickly and carefully pulled himself off of her and walked over to the window. Once he’d pulled the winter curtain to the side, there stood the whole nearby village with pitchforks and lit up torches in their hands.

‘Mia, stay here.’

‘What?! No, Drake— they’ll kill you!’

‘Mia!’ With his immortal speed, he grabbed her face, ‘Please… stay… here. They mustn’t know you’re here—‘

‘DRACULAAA! COME OUT, THE CHURCH ONLY WISHES TO SPEAK WITH YOU!’

‘Hide. Do not come out until I come to you myself do you understand?!’

Mia nodded quickly before she hurried off and searched for hiding places.

He walked towards the large door of his home, unlocked it and pulled it open. He was instantly greeted with the scent of burning oil. He could hear the racing of everyone’s heart. They feared him. All of them except the priest, who held that cursed book in his arm.

Shutting the door softly behind him, he then walked forward, ‘My I help you… priest?’

‘Hmm… indeed you can.’

Drake narrowed his eyes as he took in the individual. He donned dirty blonde hair, green eyes and had a lean, tall frame. He wore a black cloak with red trimmings around the wrists and around his neck he work a silver necklace with a large cross pendant.

‘I Am Priest Darius Obadiah. I preach at the local town’s church. And I specifically specialize in exorcisms and vampire hunting. Basically, I am a servant of God, here to rid the world of evil. Such as yourself. ‘

‘I do not know what you mean Priest. Perhaps you’ve stumbled across the wrong man.’

Priest Darius narrowed his eyes for a second and sighed before continuing, ‘I have received word on your whereabouts from the people of the church. These…’ the priest reached his arm out, gesturing towards the folk behind him, ‘People. But that isn’t the most interesting part…’

Drake’s brows pulled into one, his red eyes searching the crowd for anyone that he would have recognized. He paid no mind to the priest until he mentioned, ‘The townsfolk say you have a woman. I hear she’s the most beautiful thing this world has ever seen. Skin chocolatey and silky. Something you’d kill to dig your fangs into?’

His eyes darted back towards the priest and he clenched his jaw together, ‘I haven’t heard of such a woman… I am a mere farmer… I am alone.’

The Priest raised a brow before continuing, ‘I want to believe you son… but the darkness I feel exuding off of you is unmatched. Joseph, Phillip! Bring her to me please!’

Drake snapped his head over his shoulder as two large men carried her out by her arms. ‘DRAKE! Get off! Get off of me!’ And they tossed her to the ground before the priest.

‘MIA! DON’T YOU DARE HARM HER!’ His crimson eyes glowed brighter than the moon. His large fangs protruded from his gums.

‘Ah! There she is! Just as they have described to be too! And all we needed from you— was a little motivation.’ The Priest chuckled as he walked over to the young beautiful woman and grabbed her by her thick curls. ‘Up, up, up— there you go sweet heart.’

‘AUGH!’ Mia whimpered out.

‘Mia! I won’t let them hurt you my love!’

The priest gave some of the villagers a nod for them to start burning down his stock, and his home.

Drake was aware of what was occurring behind him but he kept his eyes fixated on the priest.

‘Look… I know you planned on living a quiet life. Settling down but you are an abomination. A demon sent from hell to plague this world your vileness. You have and only will put everyone you know in danger… so you can give yourself up now or I will simply break you.’

‘DRAKE! DON’T DO IT!’

Drake kept his eyes on the priest before he looked at his distressed wife. ‘Mia…’

The priest smacked his teeth, rolling his eyes, ‘Fine. Let’s see how you bend under pressure.’ And in record time, the priest pulled out a dagger and stabbed it through her back.

A gasp came from Mia’s lips as he snatched the blade right out of her.

‘MIAAAA!’ He rushed over to his dying lover, falling to his knees and pulled her up into his lap. ‘Mia! Baby, baby— it’s ok! It’s not that bad—It’s.‘ his breathing was shaky. He pulled her up so he could see the wound in her back and placed one hand there, and the other rested on her exit wound in her abdomen. ‘Come on baby! Stay with me!’

‘Such a shame… she was beautiful. What a waste.’ And the priest turned around and walked through the villagers.

‘Dr—… it’s-it’s okay.’ She muttered out, her eyes wet with her own tears. Mia placed her bloodied hands on his face, ‘it’s OK… let it… g-go.’

‘It’s OK baby. I’ve got you. Just… stay with me OK. Look at me!’

Mia gave him a pained smile as a thick tear fell down the side of her face. Her face finally relaxed. And her rhythmic heart had came to a stop.

‘No, no, no. Mia— Mia please! Stay with me please. MIA!’

He sobbed as he held her. A pain he’d never experienced before ripped through him and he just let out a painful wail. He pulled her up into his arms and just held her corpse close. Rocking as if he were putting a baby to sleep.

‘What about him, father?’ One of the villagers asked.

‘He is broken. Death is what he wants. His punishment for his presence shall to live without the one he loves for the rest of his days.’

‘And what if he comes for us?!’ Another villager asked in worry.

‘He will… and we shall be ready.’

In the back, his home was already engulfed in flames. His stock ran around rampant, burning and dying. But cared nothing about it. They’d taken away the one thing he loved in this world.

He sought revenge. And God and his disciples were to feel his everlasting wrath. For those who steered in his way— would meet their dreadful and untimely demise too.

***

Modern Day

The weather was treacherous today. It was almost enough to make Drake stay indoors. But he needed to finished his painting. He was almost done with it, so he bit the silver bullet and got himself together.

He wore a simple black slacks and a button down with a black wife beater beneath it. He then threw on a black blazer to complete the look. And on his way out the door, he grabbed his black umbrella and his sunglasses.

Drake inhaled deeply; taking in all of the scents around him. He could smell the moisture in the air. It was to rain soon, so he had to hurry back. The man was like a cat thrown in a tub! He hated getting wet against his will.

He then carefully pulled his AirPods out of his pocket and plugged them into his ears. Pulling out his iPod, he restarted his playlist and began on his journey.

Drake lived in the city. This way he never felt the need to invest in a car. As far as he knew, he wasn’t being hunted thus, so walking about was a bit more relieving. Plus, everything was nearby! Supermarket, Drugstore, Restaurants, Hospital (where he would stock up his special packets at). A perfect place go blend in.

‘Hi, Mister Drake!’ A little boy with bright ginger hair on a bike chirped out, stopping right in front of him.

He pressed his lips and stopped in his tracks, ‘Oliver, careful with that thing… you can hurt someone… or worse!’

‘What? This little ole thing? You are too big to be hurt by the likes of me.’ The young man said proudly.

‘That’s kind of you young man. Now if you’d excuse—‘

‘My mom keeps asking about you Mister Drake! When you gone call her?’

Drake raised a brow, his neck stiffening at the thought of his mother. She was a beautiful woman, pretty blue eyes, strawberry blonde hair, coke bottle shape. But he would only use her for one thing if not, the other. So he looked behind him and ahead of him before leveling down to Oliver’s height.

‘Look,’ he pulled his shades down to the top of his nose, revealing his bright crimson eyes. ‘Tell your mother to stop sending her son to speak regarding her. It’s inappropriate and unladylike. And if she’d like, I’m available everyday around 7:30. K?’

The young man’s lips were parted open, stuck in a trance almost until he nodded.

‘Good lad,’ he pushed his shades back over his orbs and stood up straight, ‘Now, run along now. Behave now, young Oliver. I will be watching you!’

***

As soon as he walked into the safety of the arts and crafts store, he brought down his umbrella and pushed his shades back over his head. Then, he picked up a hand basket.

Blinking a few times he allowed his sensitive orbs to take absorb the artificial light. He then inhaled deeply, this way he was able to find out everything about every person in the establishment. Most of the pheromones were the same usual scents, and some were different but not special enough for him to be pulled in. All except one.

‘Hmmm.’ He hummed softly before his attention was grasp by one of the workers.

‘Mr. Drake! How’s it going?’

He snapped his head towards the older woman before giving her a gentle smile, ‘Mrs. King. Hi, how are you? How was your holiday?’

‘It was delightful! Kids had a blast up there in the snow! But I didn’t get to see you before I left. No lie, I was a bit concerned. Are you doing alright?’

November 29th was the day that Mia had passed. And every year since her death he would prepare a memorial in her honor. That was also the last day Mrs. King worked before her vacation.

He nodded, pressing his lips together, ‘Just— had business to take care of. I’m fine, truly.’

‘Well, you know I am a phone call away. Oh! We restocked in your favorite Oil & Acrylics yesterday! Gone head have a blast!’ She grinned happily.

‘Oh goodie! I best be on my way!’ He grinned as he began to make his way towards the back of the store where there were all kinds of varieties of canvases, paints, and brushes. This was his safe haven. His personal Heaven.

Suddenly, that unusual yet, familiar scent danced around his nose once again. But it was a delightful scent. It made love to his senses and made whatever soul he had left in him, feel right at home.

So he just followed it, gaining closer and closer to the smell. To his surprise was a curly haired, cinnamon skinned woman admiring a large squeeze bottle of paint. She was curvaceous, and small in height. She had the same silhouette as his long lost love.

Or perhaps he was seeing things.

Drake quietly walked over and just stood there eyeing the different kinds of paint. A smooth, seductive song began to play in his ears. Causing his eyes to close slightly as he savored the sound.

Until he found himself singing out softly.

‘What’s your name, whose your daddy—‘

‘Whose your daddy,’ the girl adlibed, ‘He rich? Is he rich like mee?’

Drake blinked once and looked over at the woman who was still studying the paint and now humming the rest of the song.

‘You like The Zombies?’ He said with a smirk, his eyebrow raised and curiosity.

‘Not really,’ she said before dropping the blue paint in her hand basket and looked up at him. Her hair bounced and moved effortlessly. So lively and full! ‘Just that song in particularly.’ She giggled.

When their eyes met, Drake felt like he’d been kicked in the gut by a mule. She had her same beautiful, charming smile. Those same honeycomb eyes, and those lips… those full lips he use to just indulge on for no particular reason at all. Just because that’s the closest he got to tasting her. Hell, even her heart beat sounded the same.

He was still as if he was caught in Medusa’s glare.

‘Uh..’

Drake blinked out of his own head, ‘I’m… sorry. You just reminded me of someone.’ He turned his gaze away and started packing the colors he needed.

The girl smiled softly, her small dimples deepening in her cheeks, ‘I hope they were good memories.’ She gave him a gentle giggle.

He bit into his bottom lip and pressed his lips together. He was afraid to say anything else.

‘I’m… Misty… by the way.’

Drake looked down at his basket before looking back over at her with a gentle smile, ‘Drake.’

‘Drake?’

‘Mmmm.’ He hummed in agreement.

‘Like the rapper?’

‘Who?’ He raised a brow before looking over at the gorgeous woman.

‘You know? “You use to call me on your cell phone— late night when you neeed myyy love.” You know that guy?’ She said elbowing him gently.

Drake stared at her, confusion written on his face.

‘Oh dear… that was a very popular song.’ Misty giggled as she picked up another color.

‘Not popular enough, I suppose.’

The girl laughed and shook her head, ‘I guess not. So why do they call you Drake?’

‘It’s short for something…’ he paused, feeling like he was opening way too many doors.

‘OK… what is it then?’

‘I’d rather not tell. I don’t like my name.’

‘Alright, well— it’s been a pleasure “Call me on my cellphone,” man.’ she began to back up and wave her dainty fingers towards him. ‘I must get going. See ya around.’

‘See ya.’ He murmured as she disappeared around the corner. If it were possible for a vampire to throw up, he probably would’ve done that already.

[xxdeadkittenxx]

A list of my favorite tropes in vampire media because why not:

-I’ve spent years surviving off of animal blood but your scent is just so delicious I want a taste and it’s taking every fiber of my being to resist

-Bad boy kills everyone and has 0 empathy and care for others except for that one person

-Bloody vampire make out session

-Bloody vampire sex

-Floating gay vampire sex

-Has been around since the dawn of time and watched the evolution of technology from the beginning but still can’t figure out how to use a phone

-I refuse to turn you into a vampire because I love you too much to curse you into eternal damnation

-Newbie vampire drinking the blood of their vampire partner while having their hair lovingly stroked while they feed

-Literally waits centuries for you to be reincarnated so that you can be together again

[mzannthropy]

That Dracula film by Coppola and the 2002 The Count of Monte Cristo movie could be considered fanfictions, bc of how they differ from the books they're supposed to be adapting. Yet they're both popular and critically acclaimed films.

So, you know. Keep that in mind when talking about 'popular' fics.

[see-arcane]

So, I'm not quite done with this yet, but it's a scene from your fic, "The Man I Love Is Dead". This moment left a major impression on me and I think about it, like, all the time.

Thank you for this, friend, I Am Going to Pass Away

[ink-and-blood-goddess]

Phantom of the Opera Character Fanfic Crossover Poll

ATTENTION FANFIC READERS! I REPEAT, ATTENTION ALL FANFIC READERS!!!

Since requests have been open for almost two weeks now, I want to try something new. I want to do a Phantom of the Opera crossover with Character x Reader fanfic. Basically, reader would be like Christine Daae and your favorite character as the Phantom.

Here's a catch. There's a poll for each character to vote for this. You only get one vote for one character. The character with the most votes will be the winner and I'll write for that character.

Everybody have fun :)

[6lostgirl6]

Hier Kommt Die Sonne [Prologue]

Van Helsing x The Lost Boys Crossover

Pairing: Poly!Lost Boys x G/n!Reader, Count Dracula x G/n!Reader (Platonic), Dracula's Wives x G/n!Reader (Platonic)

Summary: In an alternate universe as Count Dracula's only heir, you have finally come of age to choose your mate at your own masquerade ball. Well, it's discovered that you may have more than one.

TW: slight movie spoilers, slight gore involving death

A/N: This fic follows the same timeline as the Van Helsing (2004) film, however occurring in an alternate universe where Dracula's goal to bring his children to life doesn't occur but is mentioned. Reblogs are highly appreciated!

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On this particular night, this was the exact moment in which he felt like an utter failure for the first time in his immortal life. 

Throughout his previous life centuries ago prior to making his deal with the devil, Vladislaus Dracula always been known as a cunning and devious creature that has transferred into his immortalized being.

Therefore, with the vast knowledge that he picked up over the centuries, he believed that he would have predicted all odds against him and that would be his downfall. His downfall that would involuntary affect his brides.

He could still hear their haunting cries when he finally uncovered the destroyed corpse of Frankenstein's monster under the rubble of the windmill. The Holy Bible was desperately clutched in the monster's rotten grasp, covered in blackened soot and pages threatening to waste away.

Dracula never regretted the things he's done throughout his existence. However, he felt immense guilt for killing the doctor. The miscalculation that resulted in their only chance of bringing their unborn children to life was diminished.

"How could you?!"

The deep anguish in Aleera's voice directed towards him was too much to bear. With a frustrated hiss and voice full of misdirected venom, he ordered his wives to return home, safely.

The last thing he needed was to lose his brides too.

It was the last thing he remembered before he transformed into his bat-form and vanished into the night. It was a desperate act to get away, clear his mind and settle the unrecognizable feeling in his chest. Without much thought, he managed to find himself in the woods.

The woods was completely shrouded in darkness, the soft glow of the moon being an only source of light to guide his way through the stretch of wood and overgrown forestry. Not that he even remotely needed it, given that his vampire abilities allowed him to navigate better than any living creature.

He walked through the thicket, following hidden paths that led him deeper and deeper. His mind was racing, replaying his wives devastating screams and he felt another unfamiliar pang in his ribcage.

He paused in confusion, touching the material covering his chest where his undead heart lay dormant. What could have brought this sudden pain in his chest?

"This feeling..." His mind suddenly conjured. "This feeling is...?"

It made perfect sense now. The unfamiliar feeling that was making his chest hurt when he thought about his saddened brides and his dead children that never would experience life.

He was feeling sadness.

The hollowness he as always felt during his existence has always been his companion. His wives only offering some amount of relief yet he couldn't deny the lack of emotion he held for many centuries.

He cared for his brides truly, enough that he wanted to have children with them. He would never admit this, not even to the devil himself, but he hoped that his children would give him that sense of fullness that he's been searching for. Yet, it wouldn't come to pass.

Now he will remain this way forever.

Suddenly, distant screams alerted the vampire as he stood ridged. His pupils dilated as he searched through the darkened trees and thick brush for the source. Dracula was never scared, however he was territorial and this was his land.

He concentrated more and discovered the source was miles away yet still reachable if he wanted to transform into his bat-form and confront the potential threat. As quick as the screams appeared, they were distinguished. Yet, only one thing was brought to his attention that made his fangs ache.

The fresh smell of blood.

With a growl, he quickly transformed. The sound of flesh expanding and bones shifting, he was in the air, heading towards the direction the blood was coming from.

In a mere few minutes, the vampire landed onto the forest floor, returning to his human form as he took in what he was witnessing.

There was a cabin that appeared to be broken into or attacked by a deadly storm. The windows were completely destroyed and the door ripped from its hinges, claw marks decorating the wood in a destructive pattern. Perhaps, he could find a meal before he returned home to his brides.

Ever cautious, he walked inside the cabin, eyes quickly adjusting to room shrouded in black. He already found the first victim, a male leaned against the wall near the door with his jugular ripped out. The furniture was completely destroyed and ripped apart and he followed the scent of blood towards the kitchen area.

There, he discovered what appeared to be the man's bride. Her lifeless body laying on her stomach with her arm outstretched, reaching towards the cabinet that seemed unbothered. Her jugular was also missing.

Dracula sighed, already knowing this was caused by a ravenous vampire. He lost his appetite, already knowing that he will be stressed the next few weeks until he hunted that vampire down and killed it. Nobody was allowed to hunt on his land.

He turned to walk away, however he stopped when he heard small whimpers coming from the cabinet. He quickly turned back and carelessly pushed the woman out of his way as he lowered himself to face the cabinet.

Slowly, he opened the cabinet and what he discovered inside made him feel like his undead heart skipped a beat. Which he thought was impossible.

It was a newborn. You.

You laid there in a small basket of bread that was cushioning you. Your small whimpers and trembling lip made something inside the vampire snap. He felt something in his chest.

A paternal instinct.

He reached out for you before pulling away slightly, a little cautious that he could potentially hurt you on accident. However, your escalating cries and appearance of tears made him quickly change his mind.

He carefully wiped a few tears away, hushing you softly. Quickly yet carefully, he reached in and picked you up, cradling you to his chest as he brought himself back into a standing position.

He pulled away slightly, looking down towards you. Your cries have returned to only being whimpers but the vampire still felt the need to comfort you, a smile would suit you much better.

Staring at you a little bit longer, his pupils dilated making his eyes appear to be darker than black. He was suddenly hit with a wave of intense emotions. The absolute need to protect, nurture, and care for you.

Was this love? A paternal love one would feel for their child that he's heard many times? Yes, it was.

A smile slowly worked onto his face, his earlier sadness and guilt washing away the longer he watched you.

"It's okay..." He muttered, voice deep and thick with a Romanian accent. "You're safe now." He rocked you a little, a little out of his element but it still felt natural.

Your whimpers began to cease and a sigh escaped you as you settled down against his chest. Instantly, his mind was already made up, you were his. His child to love and cherish for as long as he was immortal.

A small sneeze broke the silence and successfully brought him from his trance and he looked down at you. He stared in confusion as he slowly brought his knuckle to feel your cheek. He could feel the slight chill that began to rival his own the longer he held you in his arms. He knew he was a creature that lacked warmth, however he knew he couldn't risk you getting sick.

Effortlessly, he maneuvered you in his arms to remove his overcoat, wrapping it around you to bring you a sense of warmth.

"Come," He whispered softly, his smile returning on his face as he walked towards the entryway. "You must meet your new mothers."

This night, Count Vladislaus Dracula felt for once in his immortal life completely and utterly full.

"My Sun."

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[luciferscowgirl]

In case there are some AO3 babes in here as well, the entirety of “Until your Mine” is now available there as well! 👀💓

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[janicekao]

My Forever

Pairing: Count Dracula/Gerard Butler x Black oc (dark smut) Summary: Based off of the movie plot of "Dracula 2000." After years of being locked away, the charming Count Dracula visits New Orleans in the year of 2000. As he wanders away from the loud celebration of Mardi Gras, he runs into a damsel in distress... A young woman on the verge of su!cide whose image absolutely takes his breath away. Warnings: vampire, cnc, n0ncon,dub!c0n, narrative pov, rough s3x, d0m&femsub, agegap, bl00d, vi0lence, smut, su1c1de, murd3r, v1rginity taking, s0mno, s0mnophilia etc. 5438 words Wattpad link:

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The year is 2000 and Count Dracula has finally been set free.

Being locked away in a chamber for the last seventy years has dried his body out to a state of decomposed dust. He needs blood, and he needs it now.

A group of thieves expected to encounter fortune and riches as they broke inside millionaire Mathew Van Helsing's property, Mathew being the direct decedent of the famous Vampire Hunter Abraham Van Helsing. Little did the thieves know that Van Helsing's chamber had no riches... The chamber was only used to protect mankind from the evils of a vampire that simply cannot be destroyed.

The thieves opened Dracula's bolted shut coffin and met their immediate demise. Dracula drained each of them of their blood, one by one.

The blood pouring down his throat sends a chill down his spine each time. His crumbling skin turns back into lively-youthful flesh, and Dracula becomes handsome once again.

Awoken! And back to being the womanizer that he's been for thousands of years, he's eager to see what the minxes of this generation will be like... the thought alone hardens his cock and protrudes his fangs.

Before he can enjoy himself and prey on women, Dracula however is seeking revenge... Revenge on the man who captured him and kept him locked away for so very long. And what better way to retaliate than going after his captor's daughter?

Mary Van Helsing, Mathew's only daughter and the latest victim of Dracula's power of seduction and infiltrating one's mind.

She has seen him in her dreams and sometimes even while she is awake. Never knowing to fear the man inside of her dreams, being that each time he comes to her... he is charming, gentle, and even trustworthy.

Little does she know his charisma is all part of the deception. Her life is in jeopardy and now that he has awakened, her dreams are soon to become reality.

As Dracula walks the streets of New Orleans searching for Mary, he is nearly shocked to see the differences in today's women. Shorts as tiny as underwear, blouses as tiny as bras, and daring red lips on faces full of makeup.

Although the sight makes him aroused, he recognizes that the women who dressed like this were once seen as easy. Dracula isn't interested in seducing women that are whores, he enjoys the challenge... The challenge of virtuous women that he is used to seeing when he was awake and roaming the world in the early 1900s. Women who dressed head to toe in long gowns, refusing seduction however would always fail, falling in the arms of Dracula.

Unimpressed with the scantly dressed of Bourbon Street, Dracula feels that maybe his adventures this time will be strictly business... No seductive fun after all, just revenge.

Being that MardiGras is currently being celebrated, the extremely old school vampire decides to leave the racket of loud music and crowded streets behind as he makes his way through the woods, swamp areas, and backroads.

Now in the quiet peace of Louisiana's countryside, he brainstorms his plans that he has for the young and innocent Mary Van Helsing.

He plans to seduce her into sweet sex. He will then have her drink his blood and take her life in a blink of an eye. She will then not only become a vampire, but because of his blood in her system, Mary will be forever attached... Forever linked to the vampire who made her this way, and forever his servant.

During Dracula's walk, he begins to hear the soothing sounds of a lake. He peers through the trees, following the sounds as he longs for the missed breath of nature's fresh air.

He finds this lake, silently enjoying the wind off of its small currents and deeply inhaling its beauty, and then exhaling.

Noticing a bridge that crosses over the beautiful lake, Dracula meets the eyes of the prettiest woman he has ever laid eyes on.

...

"Wow."His breath hitches in his throat, being immediately taken in awe of her presence.

The girl swings her feet off of the side of the bridge as she sits on the bridge's concrete and watches the tiny ripples of water beneath her.

Her hair large and full of black curls, eyes brown, and lips plump... perfectly kissable. But what makes his heart pace the most, is her skin. Tawny and made of silk, however marbled in spots of peach, like the finest China you'd ever see.

Dracula however also notices the sadness in her eyes. Although being at least a hundred-feet apart, he still can see the tears that bubble in her mysteriously dark eyes.

Within a blink of an eye, she jumps...

A suicide attempt.

Dracula wouldn't be himself if he didn't pursue after a woman that caught his eye the way that she did... So just for a moment, Dracula switches his nature from a villain to the hero.

Jumping into the lake, Dracula swims to her, finding her near the bottom of the swampy lake.

Wrapping his arms around her waist feels too perfect for him. Almost like the fitting of the last two pieces of an extremely complicated puzzle.

His determination to save her kicks into high drive.

Although he has many plans of seducing her and keeping her chained to him, at the moment he'd be satisfied with just hearing the sweet voice that will escape her perfect pout when she breathes again.

The two resurface and he swims her lifeless body unto the bank.

Laying perfectly still, the girl doesn't have much life in her. Like sleeping beauty, it's evident that she's inhaled too much water.

Her beauty, so very enamoring and overwhelming, Dracula even hesitates to approach her.

"Magnificent." He coos.

Pressing his strong palms onto her chest and stomach, he begins to pump water out of the girl, watching it pour out of her mouth and down her face.

Hearing her gently cough as she regains consciousness is relieving. However, her wet skin is enticing... Dracula already knows that she will become his, so why wait?

His fingers grace across the vitiligo that perfectly stains her skin as his thumb traces her plush lips and deep onto the bed of her tongue.

Her mouth, so warm... Dracula immediately groans.

The girl's blouse is soaked and as her chest rises and falls with each breath, he can't help but notice her top unbuttoned and revealing the fullness of her breasts and perky brown nipples.

His pale lips press against her neck as his hands gently cup and dimple her breasts. Her skin blushes, drawing warm blood back into her, and damn does it smell good to him.

He wants to drink her blood dry, but he wants to fuck her much more.

Although her eyes are still closed as she finds her way back into consciousness, the girl begins to purr underneath his touch as her malleable tits writhe with goosebumps beneath him.

He smiles, whispering gently against her tiny breaths. "Sweet little kitten. That must feel so good to you, yeah?"

Pressing a kiss onto her lips, Dracula moves down her body into taking her full breasts into his mouth... inhaling and sucking ruthlessly on her flesh.

His fang draws light blood with a nip to her hardened bud. The pleasurable pain makes her gasp, body gently bucking beneath him.

Her eyes slightly peak open and Dracula's immediate seduction calms her worry...

His cock begins to ache in its tight confinements. "Should I continue?"

She hesitates, unsure of why she wants to nod yes, but she does it anyway.

Satisfied with her submissive answer, Dracula immediately drips with his first bead of precum of this century. "Good girl." Grunting out gentle groans, he continues to seduce.

His talon like nail reaches beneath her skirt. He scratches her like a knife from her thigh up to her fabric covered cunt before cutting the lace panty off of her with just a flick of his nail.

Using the soft bed of his palm and fingertips, Dracula's hand dampens as he rubs her plumped cunt until her hips begin to buck.

She gulps. "I-I'm so tired."

Her sweet tone forces him to release his hard cock before it tears out of his zipper. "And that's why you must let me take care of you. What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Dovie." Her sweet voice is barely audible.

"Dovie..." Dracula repeats. "The dove... a symbol of peace, innocence, and beauty. Your name is fitting my love.Dovie, I have been needing you."

He leans furthermore against her, beginning to slide his erection back and forth against her slickness. His hands hold tightly onto her hips, waiting patiently for the perfect time to stretch her with his aching cock.

"Hey!" A woman on a walk around the lake with her dog intervenes... "What the hell are you doing to her?"

He ignores her, overly enamored with his newest love.

"I'll call the cops asshole!" The woman refuses to move on. "Step away from the girl!"

Dracula becomes annoyed. He attacks the woman at the speed of lightning.

As he scratches the woman and draws blood from her neck, his seduction is interrupted and taken away from Dovie.

Dovie sits up in the grass, half nude and confused. She gasps as she takes notice to the man she was just enamored with as he threatens to take a woman's life.

"Just say the word, Dovie." A handsome yet dangerous grin appears across Dracula's face. "Say the world and I'll drain her of her every drop of blood."

Fright fills Dovie like hot lava. "What?— NO DON'T!!" She shouts.

...

He clicks his tongue with taunt. "Tsk tsk tsk, wrong word Dovie."

Dracula's fangs latch onto the woman's throat as he empties her body like a juice box. He tosses her into the lake as if she weighed as much as a feather, letting a Louisiana crocodile chomp on her for a Saturday brunch...

Dovie screams in terror, she tries to get up from the grass however her wet sneakers cause her to slip, making her tired frame fall back to the ground.

By time she gets herself back onto her knees, she feels a hand on the back of her skirt, refusing to let her run.

Dracula forces her still with hands gripped around her waist, he kicks her knees wider apart and she becomes frightened feeling the air beneath her skirt where she is clearly bare. Settling himself behind her, Dracula feasts on her fear. Rubbing his even more aroused cock quicker through her pussy lips.

Dovie cries, trying her best not to become so wet for him even though her body has already been conditioned to his touch. She attempts to pry his fingers from her waist, however all it does is force his hands higher... Higher to the point of rolling her hardened nipples through his fingers and making her squeal with unwanted arousal.

The lake is so empty... Calling for help is a waste of time being that the only one who will hear her is the woman's dog running away and dragging its leash.

Her fear overpowers Dracula's seduction, making him having to kick it into high gear. Dracula bites his wrist, forcing the girl to drink his blood. With his blood inside of her, the worry will pass and only obsession will be left. She will be his until it fades out of her system.

Fighting the wrist against her mouth, the first drop of his blood is all she needs before wanting to hold onto him and drink him empty.

What seems to be the finest red wine oozing down her throat, Dovie's eyes roll back into her head. She continues to drink from his wrist and intwines her fingers with his as he allows it.

Her sweet nature is so intoxicating... His baby.Wanting to hold his hand as he feeds her his blood.

The sensation becomes too much for him. As Dovie drinks, becoming more obsessed with him, she arches her back... beginning to tease him as she glides her wet pussy on the shaft of his cock, even pressing his tip into her tight entry as she taunts him.

Dracula's breath is caught into his throat as he fights the urge to release.

He loses.

His throbbing tip releases a load of cum. Jerking forward each time his nut spickets out of him. He watches her pretty brown skin covered in his milky glaze, nearly falling in love as he watches the girl finger it inside of her.

Becoming dizzy, he realizes how long she's been drinking from his wrist... far too long.

He snatches his wrist from her and the girl immediately pleads for more. "Please! I-I wasn't done!"

"Trust me, you were." He gulps, watching his wound slowly heal. "Dovie, how are you feeling now?"

"I feel incredible!" She falls back into the pillow of grass, unworried about the fact that she's soaked from her suicide attempt of jumping off of a bridge.

Dracula became the way that he is from his suicide many moons ago. He hung himself, and for that sin, the good Lord cursed him with immortality as the beast that he is today.

Suicide has a special place in his heart, he absolutely hates that a pretty girl like Dovie was sad enough to take her own life. No one ever deserves that very last feeling a person gets before deciding to commit suicide... A feeling of being so alone and at an all time low.

"Why did you jump off of that bridge, Dovie?" Full with confusion, Dracula asks the question he was curious about all along.

"Oh.." Her smile fades.

She shrugs. "Honestly...Because life just isn't what it's made out to be. Like in literature, or films, and celebrities. It's nothing like it. Reality is being twenty-four, having student loan debt, a nonexistent love life, and a job that pays less than eight-fifty an hour. I just... didn't have a reason to live... I just felt, tired."

"Hey!" She begins to smile again. "Ya know what? I never got your name!"

"I need to know it if I plan on screaming it all night."Dovie pushes Dracula onto his back as she crawls over him and sits unto his lap. Although he's already zipped up, he almost takes his cock out again as Dovie grinds her bare cunt into his crotch.

"Vlad Dracula, but Dracula is just fine." He instantly stops her hips. "Dovie, when you say nonexistent love life, what do you mean?"

"Hmm, let's see..." She sarcastically teases. "A loser virgin! Duh!"

Mmm.

A virgin.

Could she get any sweeter?

Dracula instantly feels the need to make her forever his, but if he does that... it wouldn't help her situation very much.

What the girl needs, is the opportunity to live.

He knows that he's here in New Orleans for one thing... But, what can he do when he runs into a damsel in distress as pretty as Dovie?

He decides to momentarily put his Van Helsing revenge on hold, now that something much more important has come up.

His newest mission: Give Dovie Larson the life that she'd quite literally kill to have.

Romance, fun, wealth, and whatever the depressed girl's heart desires.

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Stopping first at a shopping mall, Dracula thinks that maybe the girl would enjoy dressing like the other women he has come across today. Scantly, however intoxicatingly delicious.

With a body like Dovie's, he is sure the world will soon stand at attention as they admire her beauty. She deserves to see herself as something beautiful, not 'a loser virgin.'

Holding each other's hand as they walk through the store, Dracula still manages to draw attention from his overpowering charm and power of seduction.

"How do you do that?" Dovie perks a curious brow.

"Do what?" He chuckles.

Dovie being territorial, rolls her eyes at the gawking women in pure jealousy. "How do you make every woman, young or old, stare at you like that?"

He hasn't a reason to lie... "Don't let your thoughts deceive your eyes... You know exactly what you saw. I am a vampire Dovie, my powers are to charm and to seduce in order to kill."

She freezes in her path. Dracula sighs, patiently awaiting for her to freak out, hate him, and even storm off..

"I know what I saw." She begins. "I know what you are. But I don't believe in your charm and seduction... Are you saying that that's what you have done to me? Is that why I love you?"

Dracula chuckles, sucking his teeth trying to control his growing feelings for the cute girl.

"You love me." He repeats. "Sweet girl, that's only the obsession talking. You barely know me Dovie, but it's okay. It's still nice to hear sometimes, even for an old decrepit blood sucker like myself. But you don't love me dear, however maybe you will after all of this fun we will have today, yeah?"

She blushes. "Yeah."

The two search for overpriced dresses and outfits that Dovie will feel her best in. At one point so obsessed with him, the girl began to beg for his sex in the fitting room.

Dracula becomes even more amused with his powers. His ability to seduce at an all time high the older that he gets.

The older the wine, the better. Right?

But their sex will have to wait, the girl needs to see that there's more to life than bills and depression.

After modeling a few outfits for Dracula, his temptation gets the best of him as he begins to gently treat her body like royalty...

He loves every inch of this girl... The poor old man can hardly take his hands off of her.

Dovie struts around the dressing room in a gothic blood-red and black lingerie set and instantly sets fire in Dracula's loins.

"Perfection." He kisses her skin gently, leaving hickies at her neck and even on the plushness of her breasts and behind. Her skin tastes heavenly.

As Dovie grins, a heartwarming smile of perfectly white teeth, he yearns for her even more.

She coddles his strong arms as they caress her body and she accepts every kiss that he gives. "Is this something we can have forever?"

Dracula's compulsion on women usually has them at his feet like a loyal dog, never has he felt the literal romance that Dovie continues to drown him in.

He gulps. "If that's what you want Dovie."

She smiles. "It is."

Dracula and Dovie head towards the cash register where he begins to show her another of his powers. With just a look in his eyes, he can compel whatever he wants out of any living soul.

The young cashier pops his chewing gum as he rocks out to the music in his headphones, he hardly even looks at them as he continues to scan each of Dovie's new pieces of clothing. "That'll be $1,300."

"You have such nice eyes young man." Dracula persuades. "Can I see them?"

"Yeah dude!" The cashier laughs. "They say I get them from my granddad—"

Dracula immediately compels him through the eye contact.

"Tony." Dracula reads the cashier's name tag as the compulsion keeps him in a still hold. "These clothes... they are free today."

"Yes." The boy almost sounds zombie like. "The clothes are free today."

Dracula grins. "Very good."

Impressed with Dracula's powers, Dovie can't believe all of the expensive designer clothes that they walk out of the store with, her smile is never ending.

"Dracula, you've done so much for me!" She begins. "What can I do for you?"

"Hmm." He begins to ponder. "Well I am quite hungry..."

Dovie begins in excitement. "Perfect! I know this Burger place that is half off during MardiGras—"

"Not for burgers, my dear." He chuckles, gently placing a kiss to the back of her knuckles.

"Oh..." She gulps. "That's right, sorry, I forgot. You're hungry for human blood."

Dracula nods.

She smiles. "Luckily I know just the place for that too!"

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The compelling doesn't end at the shopping mall, it continues to the Lavrone Palace, the swankiest and most expensive hotel in Louisiana.

Dracula compels his way through the front desk, scoring him and his newest lover the biggest suite the hotel has to offer.

The room... so dark and mysteriously gothic, Dracula feels immediately at home.

"Now this— this is way better than a steel coffin." He stretches his old and tired body onto the suite's mattress.

"Would you just look at this place!?" Dovie squeals. "It's absolutely stunning!"

She takes her shopping bags of a brand new wardrobe into the bathroom, singing with joy and excitement.

Dracula begins to smile.

Just this morning, the girl was taking her own life. Now she is seeing every reason why she shouldn't have.

"Dracula?" Dovie's voice becomes muffled on the other side of the door.

"Yes Dovie?" Dracula yawns, stretching his popping joints on the comforts of the hotel's decorative pillows.

"Just curious..." She begins. "With your blood in me, are we like... connected?"

Dracula grins over her curiosity. "Yes dear. Almost as if we were one. I feel your presence, as much as you feel mine."

He begins to feel aroused, reminiscing on the way that she looked in her lingerie today at the mall. "Dovie my dear, come back out here. Let me see that little red number you wore for me in the dressing room."

She doesn't answer...

"Dovie?" Becoming worried Dracula continues to call for her.

He gets up from his comfortable lounging, slowly opening the creaky bathroom door... Dovie is long gone, and a window swings wide opened...

He sighs in annoyance.

He often forgets the other attributes of receiving his blood. Although his victim becomes infatuated with him, they also have a sense of adventure and exhilaration.

Dovie's burst of energy has her playing games, wanting Dracula to find her with his sense of connection.

Tired and hungry, the vampire rolls his eyes in aggravation, soon following after the girl with his heightened sense of smell.

Through the streets of New Orleans, Dracula closes his eyes and attempts to follow his instincts.

His senses directs him into a night club. Just opening for the evening as night falls, Dracula pays his door fair and soon finds himself in a packed club full potential victims and blaring House Music.

(A/N: play for throwback club aesthetics😙)

Strobe lights aggravate Dracula's sensitive eyes and per usual, the women can't keep their eyes off of him. But, he isn't interested in any of them, only wanting to find his lover and get out of the treacherous dance club.

He senses Dovie... But she isn't anywhere to be found...

Nearly giving up on searching for her, his eyes immediately meet with hers as she struts down the staircase, coming from the second floor.

Her beauty demands everyone's attention and as beautiful as she looks, she deserves it all.

The song even heightens her strong presence. "Be my lover. Won't you be my lover?"

"Hello handsome." Dovie flirts, twisting Dracula's heart in one of her brand new outfits. "You found me after all."

"I told you I would." Dracula gulps. "Dovie, don't leave again."

She smiles. "You missed me? It's okay. I have a surprise for you, and then we will spend the night dancing."

"Dancing?" Dracula laughs. "The last dancing I've done was in 1920, I had just learned the Charleston, and now I'm guessing that's long out of style."

Dovie chuckles as she places a gentle kiss onto Dracula's lips. "We will have to work on it... But first, come with me."

Dracula takes Dovie's hand as she leads him upstairs. The twisting of her hips infront of him puts his head on dizzy swivel.

"Dracula." She begins. "I'd like you to meet my new friend, Ashley. I told her about my handsome boyfriend that was dying to meet her."

"Hi." Ashley begins to blush, already succumbing to Dracula's charm and seduction. "Dovie here told me her boyfriend was handsome, but you... you are extraordinary. There is a private room down the hall, are you guys up to a threesome?"

Dracula hovers over the girl, he smells the warm blood flowing through her neck and kisses where he plans to puncture her skin.

"What do you say Dovie?" He manages to ask within a devious smirk. "Up to a threesome my love?

Dovie knows not to feel jealous being that Dracula's pure intentions is to drink the stranger dry.

She nods. "I'm right behind you baby."

Into the private room, Dracula locks the door behind his ladies.

He cant seem to take his eyes from Dovie as her new found confidence is breathtaking. She sits on the couch, popping a bottle of chilled champagne as she pours herself a glass.

Dovie crosses her silky brown legs, letting the long slit of her dress tease at the opened flesh of her thighs. She waits patiently for the show, not realizing that the real show, is her.

With focus completely on Dovie, Dracula hardly even notices Ashley latched onto his body as her lipstick leaves stains of kisses on his skin.

As Ashley's hand moves into his pants, Dovie becomes annoyed.

She rolls her eyes, swirling her expensive champagne in her glass. "Foods getting cold, Drac."

Her jealous sass turns him on, forcing a grin at the corners of his lips.

"Yes baby, then I'll make haste." Dracula tears the clothes from the girl's body with his sharpened nail.

Ashley gets pleasure from it. Orgasming from the force and expecting a night of insane sex.

"Ohh pretty Dove?"The girl swoons, singing as she chuckles. "Why don't you join us?"

Dovie shrugs. "I think I'll watch, wouldn't want my new dress to get messy."

"Mmm." Ashley coos, arching her back as Dracula drags a welting scratch down her body with his fingernail. "So take it off."

He pierces the girl's skin. Groaning from the taste of her blood as he licks it off at the tip of his finger.

Ashley gasps, beginning to giggle in drunken laughter. "Kinky! Be easy with me okay?"

"Yes..." Dracula lies. "Easy."

Ashley's eyes grow in shock as his fangs protrude and eyes redden as he tears into her jugular... far too late to scream.

Her body goes limp as the blood splatters on each wall of the room.

Dracula continues to drink... Gulping and feasting on a girl who never expected her life to end tonight.

Finishing his meal, Dracula drops the pale and completely drained corpse to the ground, wiping his mouth to rid his leftovers from his face.

Out of breath, he pants... Satisfied and gently groaning as his cock enlarges and tightens his pants.

"Shall we go dancing now?" Dovie questions.

Dracula has other plans...

He takes the mostly full bottle of champagne, throwing it with all of his force as he shatters the glass window.

"No dancing." He takes Dovie's hand. "Just fucking."

Horny and impatient, Dracula refuses the stairs. He wraps his arms around Dovie's waist and introduces her to another of his powers, the ability to fly.

When Dracula is in his form of a bat, he's able to fly with his black leathery wings. However in the form of a man, he glides through the air with impossibly large jumps.

He takes Dovie to the roof of the nightclub. Forcing her eyes open, he promises that when she's in his arms she'll always be safe.

With eyes wide open, Dovie watches as they soar together rooftop to rooftop. The wind through her curls is perfect, and Dracula was right, in his arms... she feels more than safe.

Reaching the roof of their hotel, Dracula and Dovie enter their opened window as the romance begins.

Lips against each other, their kiss is lewd and sinful. They strip each other of their clothes and obsess over each of their bodies.

Strong arms and a plumped-lengthy cock eager to split her open, and a soft curvy body that has never had its cherry popped.

The air is thick and overwhelmingly hot.

Dracula's power to seduce is nothing compared to Dovie's natural power. She's undeniably perfect.

He can't believe it... A woman who cared enough to sacrifice a life for him to feed... He's never had a woman to care for him in his entire life.

Is it possible to find true love within a day?

His tongue glides up her body. Sliding from tongue kisses on her dripping cunt to leaving a trail up her smooth belly and to her puffy areolas and hardened nipples.

Dracula grabs her by the throat. Not to choke her, just to kiss her so deeply that she'd forget whose air she was breathing.

Spreading her legs further apart, he begins to pump his erection into her tight entry. Only his bulbous head penetrating her, however they both near a climax.

Before it's too late, he goes for it... Plummeting his cock into the tight tunnel of her insides, he loses his breath in unbelievable shock of how fantastic she feels.

Light pink blood begins to cover his member mixed with her nectar... How fucking perfect? Two of his favorite things, blood and pussy.

His thumb circles her throbbing clit until she begs him to stop, he doesn't. He grabs her wrists above her head, continuing to torture her pretty little pink cunt until she trembles with orgasm. "Dracula, have mercy!"

"Fuck me Dovie." Switching positions, Dracula lays on his back as the cutie rides for her first time.

Slowly sitting on the aching eight inches of his girthy cock, Dovie hisses and bites her lip as she takes it all.

Eyes rolling back in pure pleasure and ecstasy, Dracula groans as he watches Dovie's pussy stretch around his erection, taking it so far until the tummy bulge coming through her belly is evident.

He grabs her hips and directs how he wants to be fucked, precum already beetling out each time she bucks against him.

The sounds of lewd skin slapping together, has never sounded so good. Dracula's obsession for the girl is overwhelming, wanting to die in this pussy if he had to.

Her purrs are so enticing. Squealing angelic whimpers through the pleasurable pain, obediently submitting to whatever he wants.

Enamored by the bouncing of her flesh, Dracula cups her breasts and runs his fingers all throughout her body. Feeling his cum erupting, he stills Dovie's body onto his lap, forcing his every inch against her cervix as her sopping wet cunt soaks his balls.

Snatching her by the back of her neck, Dracula tongue kisses her. They both watch as his drilling cock slows to a finish and she gushes his hot seed from her tiny battered hole.

His mind fills with thoughts that he begins to share as Dovie sweetly continues to ride him soft.

"You and me, forever." He gulps, gently heaving tired yet overly stimulated breaths. "This everyday, every second. I need this.You and I can rule the world Dovie. Just close your eyes, with my blood in you, you'll wake up and we can be together forever. I'm in love with you... I now see that the only reason for coming to New Orleans was the universe bringing me to you, nothing else."

Dracula cups her face, staring into her large brown eyes with pure infatuation. "The same way that you brought me Ashley... You will bring me more, my sweet girl. Our next victim, a college girl Mary Van Helsing is her name... you will bring her to me."

....

Dovie quietly begins to redress and pack.

So full of himself and high off of the love they made, Dracula lays back into the red silk sheets imagining what else the two of them can do in an immortal life together.

"Dovie?" He finally begins to question her silence.

"No, Dracula... I can't." Dovie disagrees with his plans.

He immediately frowns... If she's able to resist him, his blood has worn out of her system.

"How long have you been off of my blood?" Feeling bamboozled, his tone darkens.

"Since the club." She admits.

"Then why'd you come back here with me? Why did you fake all of that?" He snaps.

"I faked nothing." Dovie explains, whilst her shopping bags in hand. "Can't you believe that a woman would still sleep with you without your compulsion? Dracula, I have had the most wonderful day with you. So much joy, that I actually want to continue to live. Our sex was only something that I could dream of having before today! But, I can't be what you want me to be..."

"But you've already done it?" Nearly wanting to drop to his knees and beg her to stay, he attempts to convince her to be his forever. "With Ashley? You fed me, you must love me as much as I love you?"

She smiles. "I do! I will love you forever for being the man who saved my life! Isn't this what you wanted? For me to change my mind about suicide?"

It is what he wanted... But is it a shame that now he wants more?

So tempted to grab her and force his blood back into her mouth, he just can't do it. He's never felt like this for anyone in his thousands of years of living. Even with all the evil he's done in life, harming Dovie Larson, won't be one of them.

"I'm not a killer." Dovie continues. "I can't continue to bring you victims because the reason that I gave you Ashley, was because she deserved it. Before you found me, I watched this woman drugging women's drinks at the bar... When they began to get sleepy, she continued to bring them upstairs to her private room and assault them. I decided that the world is better off without people like her. So, I hit on her, told her that you and I wanted to have some fun with her... and then you took her life, as she deserved. I don't regret it, but I don't plan on making it a habit."

She's become so strong. His hypnosis long over with and faded, now that she has finally found her own will to live.

Dracula although heartbroken, he is proud.

"Well, where will you go?" His eyebrows furrow, worried that he will never see the love of his life again.

Flashing her heartmelting thousand-watt smile once more, Dovie gives him a final kiss on his lips. "Home."

He watches the girl leave... Strutting like a reborn superstar, Dovie leaves their suite with her bags of luxury clothes. She gives off an aura of immense confidence and joy... it makes Dracula smile.

Soaring out of the window, onto the hotel's window ledge, Dracula watches Dovie catch a taxi and soon forever leaves his view.

With his blood out of her system, he has no way of tracking her... she's just, gone.

They both will never forget each other.

Dracula wished to show the beautiful and innocent girl how to live, what he didn't realize, is that she had done the very same for him.

[merchantziro]

Since a good few of y'all liked my Danny Phantom post about wanting a less angsty spin on Danny being dissected/vivisected by his own parents or the Guys in White. I might as add this idea that's been bumping around my brain for a little while now.

Danny Phantom X Castlevania AU

Basically the idea of this is that Danny Phantom exists in the Castlevania universe. I imagine given even his ancestors were Ghost Hunters, there would probably be a few Fentons that probably met or were at least aware of the Belmonts and their battles against Dracula over the century.

Maybe Count Dracula and Pariah Dark were both servants of Chaos, acting as the Dark Lord and the Ghost King respectively under Chaos (the true big bad of Castlevania and source of Dracula's powers and potentially Pariah Dark as well in this AU).

So anyway, flash forward to the 2030's where Danny Fenton is now in college and roommates with an exchange student from Japan named Soma Cruz.

Unbeknownst to each other, Danny has earned the title of the new Ghost King after defeating Pariah Dark but he doesn't want the throne yet, meanwhile Soma is the reincarnation of Dracula himself and the candidate to become the new Dark Lord but Soma has fought Chaos itself just to defy his destiny.

Soma and Danny are completely unaware of each other initially but still deal with supernatural threats separate from each other and sometimes dealing with each other's threats.

Like Danny could be on one side of town fighting a skeleton monster or something and wondering why it's not going in the thermos, while Soma is on the other side battling some high tech ghost guy talking about a whelp.

How this AU plays out can honestly go a lot of interesting ways so here's a few of my favorites.

Danny and Soma find out about each other at some point and both find a friendship now that they can abuse their powers freely in their own dorm room for the most mundane purposes or just showing off to each other, like Soma eating completely rotten food using his Ghoul soul while Danny just causally uses his ice powers to cool things down. Maybe both also bitch about the responsibilities they never asked for nor want to deal with among trading stories of adventures.

Danny is made aware of the Dark Lord hiding in Amity Park by a local cult claiming they plan to reawaken him while Soma is made aware of the Ghost King hiding among the living by Genya Arikado (Alucard). Shenanigans ensue until both finally meet and are confused but during a battle they realize the other isn't evil and both meet with Arikado to clear things up.

Alternative to the above it has rival cults attempt to summon the Ghost King and Dark Lord to them to battle for them and both Soma and Danny appear in forms showcasing their dark powers, stare at each other with recognition and confusion, and are just processing what the fuck is going on and why these cult people are yelling at them to fight.

Soma and Danny eventually accept their titles as Dark Lord and Ghost King because they both come to an understanding, accepting their burdons so nobody else should have to and use their dark powers to protect the world to spite Chaos. With Fright Knight and Death as their right hand men (both of whom also might be dating each other).

There's probably like a bunch of other ideas this could include. Such as Genya Arikado being contacted by the Guys in White to assist them. Which leads to GIW operatives showcasing to Arikado their plans for destroying all sorts of paranormal beings such as Danny Phantom.

Meanwhile Alucard, a half vampire who knows from experience that not all supernatural beings are evil, is just staring at them blankly and wondering what's the best way to completely sabotage and destroy this entire government branch before they do something they will regret.

[anncanta]

Atrium

I don't know if it is OK to reblog your own fic but I want to share it again. It is my favorite work so far. And I made two covers for it. Couldn`t choose one so decided to show both. Which one is better for you?

[ediblewriting]

a lil sneak peek (i say as if it is not like half the fic)

@copias-fluffy-asscheeks here u go

[a-live-wire]

Right, here's my little contribution for the Van Helsing (2004) fandom, since I rewatched it a week ago, and it has not left me alone since.

Are you interested in an alternate ending of the movie, where Dracula doesn't die, and he and Gabriel are left to deal with the consequences, their past, and what they will make of their future?

Would you like to see more of Carl, and the Frankenstein's creature?

Did you get just a *little* frustrated with Anna, and would like to see her have a better character arc, and some good shoes?

First two chapters are up, and in time, you should find this and more in this fic ⬇️

[seleneblue]

Winter Fruit (Part 1)

x. Dracula 2020 x. Dracula x Reader x. Explicit x. Summary: A new life, a new chapter, and everything is getting so heated. x. Word count: 630

“What is it that you desire?”

So lush, lovely, and dark. The vampire’s voice is like a fine and deadly syrup. The vowels tickle in your ear like a beautiful, sinister little dance.

The sun slowly dips below the horizon. Plush curtains and lamps with soft amber glows blocked out most of the golden rays, except for one sliver peeking through a far off window. Close enough for you to see the waning sunlight, and far away to do any harm. Soon, the night would bloom with pinholes of stars like silent cosmic guardians flitting over your darkest desires.

The vampire is talking to you.

You reach for an onyx bowl and finger a fresh fig, delaying the inevitable answer Dracula already knew. Days passed—maybe even a week—since you eschewed your old life. Abandoned routines and livelihoods to run head first into his arms with no plan, present or future.

You make eye contact with him and bite into the petal-soft ripened fig instead of answering. You hope it burns him. Just a little bit, enough for some delicious trouble.

Dracula says your name one more time. The urge to say Yes, Daddy pulsates in your throat.

You eat the rest of the fig. “Mm, you.”

In Dracula’s chambers the fireplace is full of blue and orange tipped flames. Something else in you is already burning, it’s mossy and ancient. Carnality lives in your mouth.

If only he would fully taste it.

Everything around you both is an embrace and a spell. Wreaths of dried pomegranates and lamb’s ear (fairy treasures, Dracula tells you), candle sconces, and portraits of beautiful women and men long gone adorn the flocked velvet wallpaper. The room is warm and the heat pools inside your belly in wild anticipation of his mouth, his such sharp teeth.

In this arid, forest-tinged museum is where new art will be made—Dracula’s worship of you.

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Dracula is upon you before you take a new breath. The scent of you is intoxicating, like a lush forbidden fruit. The rising heat makes you both hunger.

“What is it that you desire?” he asks again.

At this moment, you study his hands. How close they are to your neck, how large they are against your skin. His fingers trace lines at your clavicles, the other hand reaching to your breast and teases your nipples.

You gasp. Dracula continues.

“Yesterday, you asked me to rip your dress off into shreds,” he says into your ear. “And you rode my thigh.”

Dracula nips at your neck. Teasing, so much teasing. You moan and his eyes turn red. “The day before that, I worshiped your slit again and again.” You grin, remembering the delicious forced orgasms, quivering in a pile of sticky sweat with pinpricks of blood glistening at your throat.

Dracula shivers with arousal. “You are beautiful, my dove,” he says.

He bites you hard, leaves a trickle of blood on your neck and chest in his destructive wake.  Sighing, you try to muster the words of your desire. “Tell me,” he commands.

The small puncture marks on your neck ache with pleasure. Your lips feel warm, pulsating at the prospect of his kisses, and even more pleasure. Languid thoughts race through your head, if he could take you fully. If Dracula could make you truly his.

Dracula lazily pinches your nipples again, your body keeps heating up. The wet space between your thighs throbs. “I want you,” you say. “All of you—completely inside me.”

He straddles you and that sickly divine scent of mythology and dark pomegranates fills your nose. You’re ready to take him, to be filled up with his hard hot sex. You’re ready to be a bride.

“You wish is my command,” Dracula says. “My bride.”

Part 2 (Coming soon, hopefully by the end of this week.)