Drácula:

Vlad:

— Since the mass layoffs stopped and you behave like a civilized man, morale has increased and staff are more relaxed. The hotel has become efficient again and...
—Shut up and give me that mouth- I roar taking over her lips.

We are together in my bed, in the penthouse. I've been insisting for a few days that she moves in here with me, but she refuses. She doesn't want the other staff members to talk about us, she fears being everyones´gossip topic and yet she already is. The entire hotel, and half the vampire world knows she's my lover.

My withered and dead heart would run at the pace of a hunting tiger right now, for the mere fact of having her naked and all mine, in my bed. She breaks the kiss and protests.

—Vlad, we don't talk. We never talk about anything. Neither work nor...
—Who wants to talk when we can enjoy other... more pleasurable activities? - I purr against the skin of the path between her luscious t*ts.
She sighs and rolls her eyes in exasperation. I look at her doubtfully. This is the hardest part of this devilish situation.

Not knowing what she feels, assuming that she just wants me and that's it. I am not satisfied. I want her to yearn for me with every beat of her perverted and Greek heart.

I want... no, I'm desperate for her adoration. I want it all for me.

Sometimes she is affectionate, sometimes she gets jealous, she surrenders to my kisses and my hands with open passion and without restrictions but she has not said to me what I most want to hear, not even being half crazy with pleasure has she stammered that she loves me.

Eleni:
— Vlad, if I ask you something, will you answer me?
— As long as you don't stick your little nose where nobody calls you.

I'm instantly paniqued. A few days ago I wanted to ask him but I couldn't bring myself to do so. I release a sigh and search his eyes.

—What happened in 1462?

His face contorts, his posture, so relaxed and almost happy, instantly becomes rigid and threatening.

— Why do you think something happened in that specific year? - He mumbles between his teeth.

— I was doing searches on the internet...

He groans and pushes away from me, sitting on the mattress.

— I'm curious, that's all. - I quickly justify myself. - I know something terrible happened that year. Can you tell me what it was? From then on, it is believed that you began to murder people without rhyme or reason.

— It isn´t believed I did, its á historical fact. - He assures in an icy tone.

I can feel all the blood leaving my face. I get goosebumps.

—Did you murder all those people? - I ask in a choked whisper. - You reallymassacred thousands of innocents? Why?
—Well, because I was tired of the idiocies of the illiterate and donkey peasants, I was fed up with the machinations of the nobles to give my throne to others and I couldn't stand one more Ottoman invasion. After years fighting for my country, those to whom my efforts were directed were easily convinced by my enemies with a few measly coins. Anyway, after that I was sentenced to prison and was starving there when Alexandros found me. By that time my fame as the terrible Count Dracula was beginning to spread, my name was spoken of with increasing horror in the highest European circles.I didn't get my people´s respect through my heroic deeds, but I got the whole world´s fear.
Oh
— It must have been very difficult, facing all that and dealing with the betrayal of your own brother.


—Radu was... weak. He allowed himself to be convinced that he had a chance of being ruler in my place when in fact what my enemies were looking for was an easily manageable wimp, a puppet .That's what they wanted.
I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around him, resting my cheek against his beefy back.
— In the end, he was not able to hold the reins properly and the same men who pushed him to betray me abandoned him. He was assassinated.
—By the same man who supposedly murdered you too. Basarab Laiotă returned to Wallachia with Ottoman support, and you were supposedly killed fighting them in late December 1476 or early January 1477. It is believed that the Ottomans cut your corpse into pieces and your head was sent to Mehmed II.

—That bastard would have loved to have taken my head, but no. It was the body of a horse that was mutilated and the head of said animal that was sent to the sultan. He got very angry.
—Oh, that's why when they excavated Snagov Monastery in 1933 they didn't find a grave under the alleged unmarked tombstone in the monastery church. Just a lot of bones and jaws of horses.
—Yes. I sacrificed five of my best chestnuts, but it was worth it.

I place small kisses on his skin. He denies it, but I´m convinced that so much drama and struggle for power affected him more than he is willing to admit.

—However, you're right. - He mumbles. - Yes, there was a betrayal that marked the beginning of my most brutal acts.

He turns his mighty neck and looks at me, his green eyes two ice crystals.
—My wife tried to kill me, but she had betrayed me long before. She had been having an affair with another man for years.

000

Wife. Vlad had a wife. His revelation this morning has left me stunned. He must have loved her with blind desperation to become a heartless killer after her betrayal.

I compress my lips. His transformation, he told me, took place years after his wife´s death. I thought that he had killed her for being a traitor, but he explained to me that the woman committed suicide. Throwing himself out of the window of of his castle´s highest tower.
Horror!
Is that he treats me with such mistrust? Does he think us women are all the same as his late wife? He won´t have me trying to kill him, there's no way to kill a vampire. But perhaps, seeing it from another point of view... abandoning him for another would also be a kind of treason.