Your adoptive parents had once told you the story of the fabled Dracula's only child's birth.

Out of the many dead vampire children that the brides and Count Dracula have had, that one was the only vampire pup to have successfully hatched.

Bringing it to life, however, almost killed Count Dracula.

But it was stolen from the cradle. Its three mothers and powerful father couldn't save it.

The kidnapper was found and captured, but the baby? Lost, pronounced dead.

After you got banished for cannibalism, the villagers theorized you're it. The way you were allergic to the sun, how naturally instinctive you always were, your long canines, and then, those cannibalistic episodes you'd rather never think about.

You started wandering from village to village after that night, living a nomadic life so no one could abandon you as the others had done.

You thought the story was a silly fairy tale. You're evil, sure. But monsters do not exist. Their myths irritated you.

Until your eyes met with theirs that night.

The village you were staying in this week was in Transylvania. It was apparently being raided by three vampires in search of food tonight. The villagers simply hid and told you to do the same, citing this to be a monthly occurrence.

Though one of them had supposedly taken the guesthouse owner.

So you grabbed your dagger and ran outside to free her.

But you froze when you saw them.

And so did they. Their frames still for a moment as they looked over at you.

A mother's instinct never lies.