Prologue
'Come overhere' he whispered. The young man walked towards him. 'Closer' His ear was only a couple of millimeters above the lips of the dying man. 'Show me your neck' The boy did what he was asked, only because of the respect he was ought to have, only because the man was wounded. But when he did that, 2 sharp teeth, bit him and suck the blood out of the boy.
That's how it started.
His nickname became Dracula, while his real name was James. Instead of the forgiving and naïve boy he became a cold man.
When he was bitten, the only thing he felt, was the cold floor. And the old man whispering: Thank you. James started to scream as he felt his own body dying. The coldness took his heart and his brains. His body started to grew, he became mature.
Hunger...he had so much hunger. James scribbled from the ground and walked to a broken mirror in his house. He had changed a lot. He was very handsome: He had big muscles, he was taller, his grease hair was now clean and darker, he was a bit paler not much though. His lips looked kissable, his broken nose was normal again, his eyes were a bit lighter instead of dark green it was light green. Yes he became very attractive.
'How do you like your new look James?' The old man smiled. 'I like it, but how did I change?' 'You are now my adopted son James, I will teach you everything you have to know, We have years, no, centuries now' Confused as James was he listened and walked with the man.
A new life had started for him, one who will take years, ages centuries even.