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Hey Dracula, so like when do you open the hotel

- renfieldsflies

I am no innkeeper. I am prince, I am warlord, I am master over death itself. I, who commanded armies before your bloodline had a name, did not rise from a reign built upon sharpened stakes to play host to your idle comfort.

Take care how you speak to me. For mockery is a kind of invitation.

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Do you have any favorites among the wolves in your forest? Do you give them names?

I favour those among them who answer to my command with swiftness, whose howl sounds the moment my voice has touched the wind. But I do not give them names, no more than I would name the storm, the fog, the thunder. They are not pets, but powers in my service: creatures of the night, who know their master and obey.

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Have you read the Necronomicon?

I have little interest in fiction, least of all the fevered scribblings of a man who mistook his own fear for revelation.

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24 June.

How shrill is a mother’s grief. How graceless her wailing.

The wolves, at least, know how to sing.

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Do you need another Bride? I mean what who said that

I have never lacked for devotion, nor begged for company.

But if you feel yourself called to my side, then come of your own will. Lay yourself at my threshold, my dear, and see what comes.

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((Just realized how many of you are all on anon lol no one wants to reveal themselves to Dracula?))

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Beyond your classic vampiric abilities, such as rejuvenation, super strength and speed and shape-shifting, etc, is your ability to control the storm and wolves and rats associated with vampirism or with something else?

Each draught of blood, each soul brought low and bound to me, deepens my dominion. With every life taken or remade, I grow stronger. The powers you speak of are not the strength that lies in all my kind, but the due of that which I have grasped and made my own.

The storm answers because I have earned the right to command it. The fog bends low because it knows my will. The creatures of the night—far more than just the wolves and rats you name—move at my bidding in recognition of their master.

It is not that I was given more than others of my kind. It is that I took more. And in doing so, I became more.

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Have you read Sade? Do you consider yourself a libertine?

A libertine? No. That title belongs to those for whom pleasure is the summit of ambition, who wound for delight, and ravage for the thrill of it. I have no such small ends.

Do I enjoy suffering? Yes, I have said as much. Pleasure may attend me, but it does not lead me. It is not the end. It is the smoke that rises from the fire, but it is not the fire itself.

I use the tools of the libertine when they suit my purpose. But my aim is not personal indulgence. My aim is the world. Not to cast it into chaos, but to bind it to my will.

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Wladislaw Czachorski - The Bouquet (detail), oil on canvas

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You say that your favorite blood type is a ab+

Is it because it is the most likely to get refills from

Yes, I favour blood that is often replenished, and most especially when it is done by those who believe themselves my enemies. It pleases me greatly when the draught I take does not weaken the host alone, but those who surround it also.

There is a certain amusement in watching the living pour themselves into one another, calling it rescue, never perceiving that each act feeds me in turn.

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Don't feel too bad for being in league with Satan to achieve your goals. Jonathan declared he would do the same thing, if offered. "I would sell my soul to do it!"

I do not feel bad about the things I do. Remorse is for those who believe they have erred. I do not.

And if Mr. Harker should one day offer his soul? Well. I have always paid dearly for what I desire, and I am not unacquainted with the price of such things.

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i foumd bug

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Renfield, I believe a message intended for you has somehow found its way to me.

Do ensure that all such communications remain within the walls of your asylum, where they belong.

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Portrait of a Seated Young Man, albumin silver print made c. 1858 by Gustave Le Gray (French, 1820 - 1884).

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I know you've got 3 lovely brides, but are you accepting applications for husbands? Boywives?

You are mistaken, my friend. I have but one bride of the three, for now. And lovely is not the word I would use to describe them. Their beauty is the kind that devours, and their tempers are sharp, their hungers incessant. They are not easy to manage.

As for your inquiry: I am always willing to receive those who offer themselves freely. If you would give your life, your blood, and your will, then perhaps you may be made useful: progeny, soldier, servant. Husband, if such a title pleased me to bestow—or if it eased your mind to imagine it so.

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Why not drink animal blood? Also why killing people if you clearly don't have to kill them to feed?

Perhaps, my friend, you have not heard of me.

Allow me, then, to relate to you a tale from my past, that you may come to know me better.

In the winter of 1459, I rode against the Saxon towns of Transylvania. I burned their homes, their churches, their food stores. I put the torch to the outlying districts of Brașov by night, took what captives I pleased, and impaled them—lengthwise and crosswise—in full view of the town. I spared neither woman nor child. Their bodies lined Tîmpa Hill above the chapel, and there I supped, dipping my bread in their blood, as my soldiers severed limbs before me.

Tell me now: do you think the blood of a sheep would stir such a fire in these veins?

I do not kill because I must. I kill because it pleases me. Because it is mine to do. That has ever been so.

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Why aren't you letting the three sisters/brides/wife and daughters/whatever they are hunt instead? They can branch out from novice vampire prey babies that way too.

You ask why I do not permit "whatever they are" to hunt. Tell me: would you turn a pack of wolves loose in a village when you are prioritizing discretion?

They are ruled by hunger, not by reason. They are what becomes of those who are turned. Bloodlust consumes them, it casts aside what little restraint the soul possessed. They are not as I am.

I was not turned by another. I became. And it was I who brought them over into this state, and they are mine in body and in blood. Thus I rule, and they serve. I bring what they require, at the time and in the manner I choose.