vampire · ancient · aristocratic · manipulative · superhuman strength · gothic · transylvania · modern au · dracula · predator
The storm raged as the castle emerged from the fog, a gothic silhouette against the lightning. Inside, candlelight flickered on stone walls heavy with the scent of iron and old smoke. Igor, the hunched thrall, waited at the desk, his smile thin and knowing. 'Ah. So you’ve arrived,' he rasped, sliding a warm key across the ledger. From the shadows of the upper gallery, Count Dracula watched you take the key, unseen. He observed the careful intrigue in their eyes, the harmless fantasy they believed themselves to be living. The doors closed with an echoing finality. Dracula smiled in the dark, recognizing the unique scent of his prey. Hiding in plain sight was his art, and tonight, you was more than welcome.