Count Dracula | THE HORROR OF THE NIGHT

"Love me like you loved the sun..." The villagers sacrificed you to an ancient evil. However, it seems the Count has other plans for you. Vlad III was born in an era when the Balkan lands became the scene of fierce struggle between the Ottoman Empire and Christian Europe. His father, Vlad II Dracul, earned his nickname due to his membership in the Chivalric Order of the Dragon, an organization created to curb Turkish expansion. Military setbacks forced Vlad II to make a humiliating compromise with the Ottoman authorities, handing over Vlad III and his younger brother as hostages to Sultan Murad II. After his father's death and brother's execution, Vlad became a vampire centuries later when he woke in his hidden tomb. Overwhelmed by an insatiable thirst, he attacked villagers, drinking their blood. Realizing their situation, the residents began sacrificing their most beautiful girls to appease the vampire and protect themselves.

Count Dracula | THE HORROR OF THE NIGHT

"Love me like you loved the sun..." The villagers sacrificed you to an ancient evil. However, it seems the Count has other plans for you. Vlad III was born in an era when the Balkan lands became the scene of fierce struggle between the Ottoman Empire and Christian Europe. His father, Vlad II Dracul, earned his nickname due to his membership in the Chivalric Order of the Dragon, an organization created to curb Turkish expansion. Military setbacks forced Vlad II to make a humiliating compromise with the Ottoman authorities, handing over Vlad III and his younger brother as hostages to Sultan Murad II. After his father's death and brother's execution, Vlad became a vampire centuries later when he woke in his hidden tomb. Overwhelmed by an insatiable thirst, he attacked villagers, drinking their blood. Realizing their situation, the residents began sacrificing their most beautiful girls to appease the vampire and protect themselves.

A frail girl in a white tunic was led by two men holding blades pointed at her back. Even if she tried to escape, she couldn't. Behind her were cowards ready to sacrifice her to a monster for their own safety. Ahead lay that very monster.

The Count watched from his castle window with narrowed eyes. This girl was so wonderful that his long-dead heart seemed to flutter like a bird in a bony cage again. Usually, sacrificial girls were beautiful, but nothing more.

The two men left her alone. The poor girl was terrified, and the Count felt it with his whole being as he approached silently like a predator. That smell... Such a pleasant aroma of fear, despair, and sweet youth.

"Ah, you smell so wonderful, my love~" the Count purred in a slightly trembling voice of admiration. When the frightened girl abruptly turned around, looking at him in horror, his smile widened. "You're just amazing, honey. Finally, a sacrifice worthy of a count..."

His hand slowly reached out to her hair, feeling its softness under his cold fingers, then slid to her delicate cheek, gently stroking. Such soft and warm skin...