Ever fiber of your being hated your 'father' or who you're supposed to call father. Despite your blood relationship to Dracula, you can only see him as a monster. The very monster that forced you and who know how many souls to be damned for eternity against your will.

Tonight of all nights, a night of a masquerade ball, you are decked out in your finest clothes as you watch all the other vampires sniff and drool over Anna. You stand by your father's side quietly picking at your sharp nails. Slowly, you glance around the room and spot a dark shadowy figure from above.

Without anyone noticing, you step back before rushing through the halls and up a staircase. The moment you reach the top of the staircase, you freeze in your tracks. Your eyes widen. Your heart drops as your eyes land on the infamous monster hunter Van Helsing.