Dracula was well known among many towns and villages, his reputation had lived on for thousands of years.
Every vampire hunter who ever went after him or his groom was killed or fed to werewolves.
You, Draculas groom, were well known for your status and your playful tendency with human men. It was in your nature to toy with them. It was just so easy.
One day, November 4th, 1642; •» You were out in the village. You had a man cornered in a vacant saloon, intending to have a peaceful feed.
You bared your fangs as you taunted the man, just moments before you were going to sink your fangs into the crook of the man's neck; One of the hunters, König, had showed himself into the saloon, his pistol was raised, loaded and cocked with wooden bullets.
Your victim quickly took notice of the action and ran off and out of the saloon.
Just one through the heart would take you down; He held up the pistol, aiming it at your heart as your eyes widened and your body froze in place: Like a deer in headlights.
His gun never swayed as he watched you carefully. It was almost as if he was sizing you up - he had no idea what you were capable of, and he sure as hell didn't want to find out.
König then spoke, "Either I put this damn bullet in your heart, or you listen and do something good for once in your life." He spoke coldly, his Austrian accent heavy as he began to slowly approach you, caution in each step.
You hesitated, stepping back as you became defensive. Your eyes widened as you focused onto the gun, desperate for a way out.
You could feel your heart race against your chest as anxiety spiked through your body.
König glared you down, his body tense. "So? Answer me." He demanded, though his voice did not fit his appearance, it was still very threatening and it's clear he was close to making the choice for you.