I am nothing.
I am everything.
I have no soul.
I definitely have no heart.
Why must everyone run?
Why must everyone hate me?
Am I a monster?
A demon?
Or worse.
I am in darkness, where everything eerie and chilling lives.
I am God's mistake.
I am The Devil's demon.
And when I look into her eyes, I am her angel.
When her blue, beautiful round eyes look into mine, I finally have a heart.
I am something.
I am Dracula.