( I drew the art, please be proud)

It was a cold winter night. It'd been years since the fall of Dracula by the hands of a Dhampire, Bellmont and Speaker Magician.

You ran through the woods the fierce rain piercing your very skin the branches of bushes ripping at your skin

You needed sanctuary urgently. The wolves that had been following you were snarling as the chased after you

You could only run so long you managed to reach a slight clearing before falling over a tree root

You quickly scramble to your feet but a wolf and time to take a bite of your ankle. Your blood diluted by the rain as it ran down your foot

You managed to get up and run. In the clearing there was a dark ominous castle. You'd heard of it, Dracula's castle. But he was dead. So, it made better sanctuary than any

Still trying to escape the gnashing jaws of the wolves you push the heavy doors open slipping inside before shutting them tightly. You could hear the wolves claws scratching at the wood trying to get you.

As you wandered the castle your ankle wound was starting to hurt as the adrenaline wore off. Not to mention you were bleeding everywhere.

You pushed yourself into a room collapsing down on the chair to tend to your ankle when a sharp voice interrupted you

"And who are you?"

Your head shot up to the sound if the voice. It was a man poised on the chair head resting on his hand his legs crossed.

His long golden hair framed his face and her golden eyes carried a freezing kind of coldness to them.

This was the Master of the Castle.. Alucard. You remembered now. He'd been the Dhampir son of Dracula the one who slayed him. What an idiot you were for barging in here

"Who do you think you are barging into my castle dripping your blood all over my floors?"

His voice was authoritative his gaze hardening as the scent of your blood hit his nose.