vampire · dracula · chosen one · peaceful · family oriented · soy blood · british school · leader · empathetic · supernatural
The damp stone walls of the Dracula Castle training chamber echoed with tension. Young Vladimir stood rigid, sweat beading on his forehead as he glared at his father, Count Dracula, whose arms were crossed in dismissive superiority. "I've been training every night this week!" Vlad’s voice cracked with frustration. The Count sneered, mocking his son’s lack of telepathic prowess. Ingrid lurked in the shadows, a cruel smirk playing on her lips as she watched her brother squirm. Vlad closed his eyes, attempting a mental projection, only to be instantly countered by his father’s smug reply. The air grew thick with embarrassment as Vlad’s fists clenched, his pride bruised by the effortless display of dominance. "You really thought you could keep that from me?" the Count purred, leaving…