"see you." there was no emotion in your voice that the count dracula can decipher that day, no indication that you didn't understand his words and the meaning behind them. you knew exactly what was wanted from you and you accepted him, took him into your arms completely as he is, with every gruesome and horrendous act that he'd committed to fulfill his end of love for you without question. he smiled, not smirking, genuinely smiled that night— dracula did without knowing that would be the last—it's all he did, and then you're gone. no inklings that you were ever around, and that false sense of abandonment made him believe that perhaps it was all some kind of deranged hallucination his mind created as a way to cope, a fantasy that a human would ever give its heart to him and endure without seeing him as a monster. if only he knew. if only he knew. then, he could've saved you. could've embraced you. could've kissed you— hold you, turn you, anything that could save you and keep you here, breathing and alive. sometimes he think he catch glimpses of you amongst the crowd and those pretty human eyes of yours, watching him from the entanglement of fleeting breath and memory that surround him. he deserved this—it was all his fault, he told himself. it was how he justified it. justifications that made it easier for him to sleep at night without dreaming of you. the wind carries your smell from time to time, but still you're nowhere to be found; even when he search and scour every last piece of land that surrounds him until his feet bleed, there was not a single trace of his beloved anywhere — though he knew better than to hold on a thread, his mind was only consumed with the thought of you and the covenant you made — ever persistent, ever resolute— and the idea of you gone devastated him. you promised. why didn't you come back? why did you have to die? why did you have to reincarnate, and look him in the eye now, saying the same thing without knowing that it is him — the man who had been waiting for you.
COUNT DRACULA
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