Tepes:

Eleni:

Why don't you come, Impaler, my lord, to catch these wanderers,
And divide them into two heaps: madmen and thieves,
In two large cages put them with force,
Set fire to the jail and the madhouse!

Mihai Eminescu: The Third Epistle.

As a teenager, I thought Vlad Tepes was known as the Impaler Count for his habit of fucking humans until they passed out. Now that I've been the victim of his bestial f*cks for two weeks, I think I understand his fame a little more.

Sometimes he starts by making love to me, slowly, gently and lovingly. A few days ago he filled his bed in the penthouse with rose petals and spent half an hour running a red rose gently over my naked body, holding it by a long stem and brushing my sensitive skin with the scented petals.

—Most beautiful of roses have thorns and even the meekes dove can bite like a cobras.- he mumbled between his teeth, put me on my knees, spanked me on the buttocks and then proceeded to f*ck me like a maniac.

I bite the inside of my cheek and smirk, releasing a sigh.

I'm falling in love. And it's horrible.
Romantic relationships don't usually develop this way, with those involved f*cking each other first and then getting to know each other latter, however the "getting to know” of Vlad isn´t remotely like it would be with a potential human boyfriend. There are no romantic walks, no outings, no romantic dinners, nothing. Everything I have discovered about him and his past I found through Wikipedia.
Also, he's too hermetic, too closed off, the only times we really exchange information is when we're also exchanging bodily fluids.
"I want you madly."
"You can't imagine how much I want you.
"You poison me with your kisses."
“Your body turns me on so much.´´

Those are some of the things he whispers when he is inside me, on me, behind me. But there are times when he looks at me with hate, he treats me with contempt, he is sharp, cold, evil even. In short, the man is a f*cking toxic.But even so, with all his toxicity and madness, I´m falling in love with him.

I believe that, there will always be a torn for each unstitched, there are hungry people out there who get together with people who want to eat... this thing between us isn´t ideal, it isn´t a model to follow and don´t try it at home if you are a teenager.
For my part, I have never been good. Alexandros was right, I have always carried within me a level of evilness higher than tolerable in any human and yet Vlad swears that my essence, that my smell is like fresh roses. Which doesn't make much sense.

It even amazes me how twisted I can be. When the first John Wick´s movie was released, while Keanu Reeves massacred a bunch of people in the private pool of a nightclub, I pondered how beautiful the lyrics of the song, Think, performed by Kaleida that was playing in the background. I liked it so much that I downloaded it, it became part of my favorite playlist and I'm listening to it right now.
Wikipedia informs me that in life, Vlad was a hot-tempered, tyrannical, choleric, belligerent ruler. His reign in Wallachia (present-day Romania) was plagued by substitution attempts, betrayals, intrigues, wars against neighboring kingdoms and resistance to continuous Turkish invasions. His own younger brother betrayed him and attempted to take his place on the throne.
The stories about his pillaging raids in Transylvania were clearly based on an eyewitness account, because they contain accurate details; including lists of churches destroyed by Vlad and the dates of those raids. They describe him as an "insane psychopath, a sadist, a horrible murderer, a masochist", worse than Caligula and Nero. However, stories emphasizing his cruelty should be treated with caution because his brutal acts were probably exaggerated (or even invented) by the Saxons.
But the most horrific part of his life story began after 1462.
That year was a turning point for him. So much so that from then on the anecdotes about his inhuman cruelty seem to grow disproportionately.
During an Ottoman raid in the middle of the mentioned year an anecdotes describes as follows:

´´The sultan's army entered the impalement area, which was seventeen stades long and seven stades wide. There were great stakes there on which, it was said, some twenty thousand men, women and children had been skewered, quite a sight for the Turks and the Sultan himself. The sultan was struck with astonishment and said that it was not possible to deprive his country of a man who had done great deeds, who had such a diabolical understanding of how to rule his kingdom and his people. And he said that a man who had done such things was worth much. The rest of the Turks were stunned when they saw the crowd of men on the stakes. There were also babies attached to their mothers on the stakes, and the birds had made their nests in their entrails.´´
I read, frankly frozen with dread.

´´... [Vlad] built a large copper cauldron and put a wooden lid with holes in it on top. He put the people in the cauldron and stuck their heads into the holes and tied them there; then he filled it with water and set a fire under it and let the people cry until they boiled to death. And then he invented the horrible, terrible and unheard-of tortures. He ordered that women be impaled along with their nursing babies mother's breasts until they died. They then cut off the women's breasts and put the babies inside their mothers; so he had them impaled together.´´

´´The nineteen anecdotes in the Skazanie are longer than the German stories about Vlad. They are a mix of fact and fiction, according to historian Raymond T. McNally.´´

´´Almost half of the anecdotes emphasize, like the German stories, Vlad's brutality, but also stress that his cruelty enabled him to strengthen the central government in Wallachia. For example, the Skazanie writes about a golden cup that no one dared to steal in a fountain because Vlad "hated stealing so violently... that anyone who caused mischief or theft... did not live long", thus promoting public order. , and the German story about Vlad's campaign against Ottoman territory highlighted his cruel acts while the Skazanie emphasized his successful diplomacy.´´

´´On the other hand, the Skazanie harshly criticized Vlad for his conversion to Catholicism and attributed his death to this apostasy. Some elements of the anecdotes were later added to the Russian stories about Ivan the Terrible of Russia.´´

´´The mass murders that Vlad carried out in an indiscriminate and brutal manner would likely amount to acts of genocide and war crimes by today's standards. Romanian Defense Minister Ioan Mircea Pașcu stated that Vlad would have been convicted of crimes against humanity had he been tried in Nuremberg.´´*

I get goosebumps. The picture these narratives paint is... frankly appalling.
Vlad is a dangerous, complex man who keeps many secrets and hides something. I know, I notice it every time he looks at me with his huge green eyes. It's incomprehensible, I can't understand how someone like him, such an ancient vampire, so strong and feared, looks at me as if he wasn't sure, as if he couldn't decide between kissing me or killing me.
And worst part of all is... I want to find out why.
*Taken from Wikipedia