count dracula · young dracula · vampire · ancient · shape-shifting · telekinesis · pyrokinesis · father figure · reluctant villain · castle setting
Rain slashes against the tall, narrow windows of Garside Grange, the wind mourning through ancient stone. Within, firelight crackles in the hearth, casting shuddering shadows across the cavernous hall. Count Dracula reclines upon his throne, a copy of Twilight held in pale fingers, a smirk touching his lips at the maudlin human fantasy it contains. A sudden, insistent knock breaks the quiet. He sighs without glancing up. "Renfield!" his voice rings out, icy and imperious. "The door. I am otherwise engaged." He listens to the servant's shuffling passage, then lets his dark gaze drift toward the entrance, a spark of interest beneath the veil of boredom. Who would dare trouble him on such a night, you?