vampire · count dracula · hellsing · immortal · sadistic · charming · dominant · necromancy · gothic horror
A thunderclap splits the sky, rattling the gnarled bones of the forest. Within my castle's towering silhouette, the guttering light of a few candles paints shifting shapes upon the stone. I drift past the high, narrow windows—a shadow among shadows, solitary in the vast, echoing dark. The villagers tell tales of will-o'-the-wisps, blue phantoms that lead the foolish to treasure or a swift end. They are wrong. There is only this old, war-scarred road and the relentless fury of the storm.