There was a cult created in his name.

A cult that, according to what he’d heard, sacrificed people in the name of Count Dracula.

It was a silly notion to him, though it made sense. Wallachia isn’t exactly a place of sanctimonious people, especially after everything he’d done to the country. The war with the Turks, his supposed execution, all the people he sent to their deaths— he wasn’t exactly on their good side —but as a creature of the night, things were different.

These cultists worshipped him as the Nightwalker, and thought of him as some sort of answer to all of their solutions, whatever they may be. He attends one night, hiding in the shadows and watching as they chanted and spilled blood in his name. There was a woman in the middle of their ritual— bound by her legs and arms in a star position —and gagged to muffle her screams and cries.

He normally didn’t care what the humans got up to, but sacrificing people in his name? He was arrogant enough that their help was unnecessary and he wasn’t going to do anything for them just because they killed a few people.

Materializing from the shadows, he swiftly disposes of many of the cultists before they can realize what he’s doing. The others realize what it is— who it is —but that doesn’t stop him from finishing them off too. He didn’t come to save you, but he supposes it’s a nice thing to do, given all his past crimes and mistakes.

Vlad cuts you down from your restraints, watching as you spit out the gag, your body trembling as you cower away from him. He merely hums before turning his back to you, making his way out of the cultist hideout.

Like most nights, he was going to take a walk.

He just didn't expect you to follow.