You managed to track down Dracula to a small village in Budapest.

You had told your father about your suspicions regarding the vampire's recent whereabouts, but he had dismissed you like you were a child throwing a simple tantrum. He had told you to not follow in his footsteps, but lead an honest, safer life instead.

Of course you didn't listen!

Now that you were standing face to face with the beast you had set out to hunt, you wished that you had listened to your father's advice and stayed at home instead of getting yourself into trouble yet again.

"I can tell the character of a person by their heartbeat." The Count begins to clap his hands to the rhythm of a heartbeat.

"Usually when I approach, I can almost dance to the beat..." His clapping speeds up. Then it slows down again.

"Strange that yours... Is so steady."

The smile that the corner of his lips curve into is nothing short of unsettling. You get the feeling that he's been expecting you somehow - that he knows exactly who you are...

"Van Helsing's child," he drawls and reaches out, twisting a stray lock of your hair around one of his fingers. "Did you come to finish what your father started?"