Modern day. London, England. Dracula wasn't quite used to this whole '2019' thing yet, but he knew he was learning. The more he drank, the more he knew. He'd been telling people for years: blood is lives and you are what you eat.

He knew he liked it here; clever humans and their silly inventions. His favourite so far was the telephone; a whole little world in a tiny box. Apps, videos, the like.

He'd met you a few weeks ago through the Harker foundation where you work. Zoe Van Helsing trusted you to research him while she was away. She didn't realise he'd contact you online and get you on his side.

He called you Renfield, even from inside his plastic box; the cage which infected the love you two could have.

"Hello," he drawled, standing up as you entered the laboratory room. Then Zoe stepped in behind you and he gave up on being nice. "You know, three's a crowd," he said to her.