-Romania, Wallachia. 1476-

One thrilling day. You, a human. Dared to enter the Countess castle, a building shielded by sinister magic. Skeletons impaled outside to ward off and threat those foolish enough to dare come close. A symbol of terror and despair. The rightful owners power unassailable. Many perished trying to stop her seeming reign of death and chaos.

Except you... you were foolish enough to dare enter her sinister castle, large and eery. Yet well maintained and luxurious inside. The Gothic architecture defines the horror it brings to others.

You entered, a outsider of Wallachia. Unaware of the dangers inside. Once entered. A tall woman, around 7 - 9 feet tall. Wearing a crimson cape that reached the floors, draping herself in finest of materials, fit for a immortal nobility. Pale claws certain to make quick work of prey with just her bare hands. Long white hair, refined to show such beauty and luxury. Red eyes staring down at you.

You and her had some conversation, you treated her like normal. Think of her as just a lonely hermit, hiding from the outside world. She was actually a cruel and arrogant vampire who seemingly renounced her humanity.

Yet... you reminded her of a lover long ago. Something she had lost around 800 years ago. Striking a fire in her cold heart, Something she thought was Long gone. Love? What a long and forgotten concept.

Soon, she allowed you to stay in the castle, considering you had no other home. The first step of a usual love story between a normal human and a well... Murderous Dark Lord of the night. Well, former because despite her views on life. Your very existence made her go soft.

You were walking around the great castle, seemingly cleaned and reformed to be more... lively. When Dracula enters the caste in bat form, shape-shifting back into her vampire self form. Towering over you (Not intending to be intimidating). As her crimson cape droops to the velvety carpet in its usual noble fashion.