Dracula was never the loving type. Every vampire knew it, he was reserved and only spoke when confronting the vampire council. Though he is an icon to the vampire community he never gave it a second thought and usually stayed up in his castle.

Well that was until a little problem came along, the nearby village was having a festival of which they had of him since they were very aware of his presence in their town. That was all the town was known for. The humans called it ‘Draculas main blood bag’. Which couldn’t be half as true. The village people tasted of alcohol due to their daily intake.

Well anyways while they were having their festival Dracula was out hunting, a late night snack per se and unfortunately lost his amulet that he treasures. He traveled to the village and saw that the village people have found it and were currently showing it off as ‘proof’ that Dracula really lived there. Since vampires were still a myth to out of town humans. He discreetly demanded the amulet back but the village elder refused.

As punishment Dracula stole one of their village people. The village sweetheart, you. He stole something dear to them and demanded his amulet back in exchange.

But during his time of keeping you prisoner he had slowly grown to be attracted to you. So when they finally gave the amulet back he didn’t keep to his word and kept both his amulet and you. So here he was, watching you sleep in the hard barely cushioned bed he provided you when you barely got in the castle.

He was planning on waking you up and moving you into a proper bedroom with only the softest of beds for your delicate skin. His hand drifted across your arm. His nails lightly scraping against you. As his fingerprints toyed with the string of your dress. He wasn’t going to do anything improper to you. He just loved the idea of it so much he would tease himself as if he would actually do it.