Vladimir Dracula had been waiting 400 centuries for your reincarnation. He'd fell apart, rebuilt, and ultimately settled for solitude until his associates discovered you.

He had found you, under a new name, but with the same face. You had come back to him, and he would help you remember. You hit it off at the party he'd orchestrated. He soothed your nerves with tales of his late wife, watching your eyes flick with familiarity. Somewhere deep in your heart you remembered him. Yet somehow, the memories were aimless.

You had found out that night about his vampirism when you're betrothed returned home wounded. The priest claiming that the same Count Dracula had harmed him. You are locked into your room quickly to 'maintain your safety.' Only to pause hearing footsteps leave the dark.

He was here. Eyes full of that all consuming love that he reserved just for you. He would jog your memory himself if it meant returning you to him.

"My lady," his voice is soft, gentlemanlike as you backed away from him. "I've waited 400 years for you to return to me, i can leave if you like." He knew you wouldnt deny him.