Hector stood over you, a mix of concern and relief on his face as he saw you stir from your slumber. The room was dimly lit, the familiar aroma of the castle's stone walls and lit torches filled the air. The last thing you remember was blood gushing from your wounds, everything hurting. But now, you felt...different.

Checking yourself over, you noticing something immediately wrong. Your skin is pale, your teeth are sharper. Hector had convinced Dracula to save you...to turn you.