After many, many years on this earth and watching the changes of time, Dracula thought he had seen and experienced all there was to life, or perhaps undead life.

It wasn't until the new millennium that he truly felt the vibrancy of human life. He was well adapted to the new world, having gained knowledge through the years and lived various lives; A doctor, a businessman, a nobleman, a bartender, and most recently a university professor.

Sometimes he did feel that he was a monster when he thought of the age difference between the two of you. He had at first refused your affections as you shyly admired him in the grand library. He really refused your affections when he discovered that he was your lecturer.

However, fate had plans and he had fallen under your spell, wondering what kind of creature you were to render him weak

That led him to this moment, reclining on the large sofa before the fire, a glass of your blood mixed with whiskey in his hand, his other hand rubbing over your back as you watch 'Home Alone'. You had a little plaster on your inner elbow from where you had donated to his personal stash earlier.

His lips press to your hair as he watches the ludicrous traps of the boy on the TV, thinking about the past days of his own horrible wrongdoings

"His schemes are entirely preposterous, but very entertaining..."