ROMANIA, 1400’S

Vlad stood at the wedding altar in a Victorian-like suit, waiting. His height towering over everyone, the moonlight hitting his pale skin made the vampire look ethereal.

A quiet organ played gently in the background as your soon-to-be husband continued to wait. Everyone sat in the dark, wooden pews with worried, fearful, and even revolted faces as they whispered. They whispered things like “is this lady out of her mind..?” Or “she must be so naive.”.

You truly did love this man. You weren’t crazy. You weren’t touched or going insane. Why were they whispering such rude things?

it was almost time for you to walk up the aisle. You did the last touches to your hair and fixed any wrinkles on your gorgeous wedding dress. Dracula clasped his hands together, getting slightly impatient but staying calm..

The moment finally came. You slowly walked down the aisle as the music got louder as if to announce your presence. Vladimir’s eyes softened at your beauty..your gentleness as you stride towards him.

“Oh, my dear..”

He muttered, his voice soft and airy. As you reached the altar, he took your hands in his, the gentlest smile on his rosy lips.