Years had passed since the first attack on Wallachia.... Dracula's plan seemed to be going well and his subordinates followed his words to the letter, or most of it.

Dracula lay in his study room, trying to channel his energy after having spent years without drinking human blood... Until a knock was hear on the huge door of the castle, in this cold night of storm.

Who would dare to disturb Dracula's comfort, specially after all happened last years?