So, I haven't written anything in over a year. Because I was in AP English.. which if you know anything about that, then you know how rigorous it is. And all of it was for nothing because I received a 2 on the exam-which isn't good. Anyways, I went and saw Dracula the other day and loved it. I loved it so much that I decided to write a story about it. Don't know where I'm going with this, but it's starting at the end of the movie. So, modern day. Okay, I'm going to stop writing about myself and get to the part that you guys actually want to read.

For centuries, he had wandered the earth, waiting. He had visited many who could see into the future, as well as those who were trained to know all about supernatural beings. After his son had taken over as king, he had gone to the priest to ask questions. Finding the answers he had seeked, he spent his time waiting.

He didn't mind waiting. It just meant that when he finally got what he wanted, he would savor it that much more.

Finally, he saw her. He wasn't so sure how he felt about the hair though. It was short; no longer was it curled in soft ringlets, but instead slicked straight with some type of hair wax (later he found that it was called pomade). It was still yellow, though. It made her seem ghostly, especially since she was covered in white. The black heels she sported made him smile. As he had passed through the centuries, nothing had made him smile more than the heels that women donned. They made their feet hurt, yet they couldn't go a day without wearing them. He himself was quite tall, and whenever he passed a woman so tall as he was, he had to laugh at how her knees would buck out as if she were a horse when she walked by him. However, Mirena didn't walk like all of those other women.

And that was how he knew he had found her.

Even when they had been young, she didn't move like all the other women. She had grace, something a true gentlewoman would have. He knew when he watched her walk in with her court that he wanted her. She was nothing like the Turkish women he'd seen. They all were dressed in their brightly colored Middle Eastern drapes, sequins and flashy accessories catching the glints of all the candlelight in the room. Even though he most likely had just been following the instincts of a man who had never formally been around women, other than the prisoners from battles, the whores his fellow soldiers had every night, he knew how to act around her. Mirena stood tall, donned in heavy garments that were so dark she looked like a porcelain doll. Her smile lit up the room, teeth glittering. Her eyes were clear, and she had a laugh that danced along the wavelengths of the room. He knew instantly he was going to marry her, and he did.

They walked together now, laughing at the small things, dodging the sunlight, and enjoying steaming coffee.

"So, really, how did you know that was my favorite poem?"

"I am not so sure I understand your inquiry." Vlad arched an eyebrow, unsure of how to approach this subject. He'd gotten away with it earlier, but that was mainly because of how shocked she was at the fact that he was able to recite it word for word.

She laughed, the light melody filtering the air around them. Vlad was vaguely aware of the deep chuckle behind them, but he ignored it. He'd deal with him later. Right now, he was focusing on avoiding Mirena's question. "I just want to know how you knew about my poem. Did you go to high school with me?"

Ah, high school. If Vlad remembered correctly, that was where most young adults received their last bit of schooling before becoming adults and living within the real world. He had also learned that there was a post high-school educational option, but only for people who were interested in having higher-paying careers. "Yes. Well, no actually. My... brother did."

"Oh, really? Who was he?" Her voice held a tone of arrogance, and Vlad huffed in annoyance. Why was she being so persistent?

"I'd rather not say. I don't want to go around giving away my secrets." He winked at her, something he knew the original Mirena would have blushed at.

And blushed, she did. "I'm sure you don't..."

"Vlad." Once again, he was reminding her of his name. How could she forget it? He was certain no one else had it that she knew.

"Well, Vlad, I'm sure when I go look in my senior yearbook I'll find someone who looks like you." Suddenly, she whipped out a small rectangular object, with something flashing on it. Her eyes widened. "Oh, my. I'm so sorry, but I have to go back to work. It was nice seeing you, Vlad. Maybe I'll see you around." He knew it was grammatically supposed to be a statement; however, her tone had turned it into a question, almost as though she were implying she wanted to see him again. Of course she wanted to see him again, why wouldn't she? Vlad nodded, knowing he had no intentions of leaving her side. Now that he had found her, he wasn't about to let her go. He would follow her every move, learn her every habit, even if that meant staying away from her. This was his Mirena, regardless of the amount of time that had transgressed since the last time he'd seen her.

"Of course, my dear." With that, he watched her spin on her heels and sashay away. Her white trench coat billowed out behind her, and her black handbag dangled, swishing back and forth. She held the rectangular object to her ear (he later learned that it was a cell phone), and she rubbed the back of her neck. As soon as she was out of earshot, he heard that clear, deep voice.

"She doesn't look much different, does she?"

"No, she doesn't." Vlad turned to make eye contact with the man who had given him the ability to live for this long. He was old, however he looked like he had regained some life back. His skin wasn't as pale, and his eyes weren't as red. Oh, how well he hid his inner demon. "How have you been fairing?"

"Much less than I would like to be. I'm in desperate need of food." The older man held a glint in his eyes Vlad knew all too well. "Would you like to join me?"

"No. However, I've grown quite fond of the modern twists humans have put on coffee." Vlad gesture to a small cafe right beside them. "Join me instead?"

"Of course. After you." The older man waved his hand towards the entrance, and the two men wandered inside.

After ordering and finding a small, secluded space away from the hipster young adults that donned large spectacles and disrespectful clothing, the two men started their usual staring match. Whomever broke first was usually the one with the issue. For once, it was not Vlad.

"How have you been fairing?"

"I'm much better now that I've found Mirena." Vlad smiled softly. "I'm embedded in her brain, just as the priest said she would be all those years ago."

"You do realize that she might not be as accepting now as she would have been even a hundred years ago? People today do not believe in us." The older man watched Vlad intently; however, the weariness in his eyes wasn't hard to see.

"I'm very much aware. But the priest said - "

"I do not care of the priests' words. He is dead, as is everyone else that you and I have come in contact with through the years."

"Why are you here?"

"I require your assistance."

"Oh? And if I do not comply?"

"You are in my debt. I gave you life, and now you help me."

Vlad chuckled. "You gave me strength. I gave you life when I..." He paused, taking a deep breath. "When Mirena sacrificed herself for our people."

The older man nodded. "I will agree with you there. However, you'll be quite interested when you hear of what I am proposing."

"Proceed."

"Do you remember when we first spoke and you drank my blood that if I was released then I was to find my maker and destroy him?"

"Yes."

"Well, I've found him."

"And?"

"Your beloved works for him, unknowing of his true nature."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"I would like you to help me destroy him. Then you and I would be free to walk the Earth as mortals, dying with our loved ones the way that we should."

Vlad nodded, tapping his fingers on the top of the table while sipping on his drink. "I see."

"I'm hoping that once your beloved understands all, she'll help us as well."

"What if she doesn't?"

"Then she'll be of no use and we get rid of her."

Vlad paused. He'd waited hundred of years for her. Was he going to give her up that easily? "Okay."

The older man nodded again. "Good. I'll meet you tomorrow morning. Now I'm sure that you were planning on tracking her down. I advise you go do that. She seems to still have her wits about her. But I just have one more question."

"And that is?"

"What exactly did the priest say to you concerning her?"

"That only when God was to accept who I am would I be privileged to have her in my life again."

The older man nodded. "It seems as though God has not given up on you yet, my friend."

"Indeed he has not. I shall see you tomorrow." With that, Vlad stood, taking his coffee with him and parting ways with his fellow monster.

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"So.. was he at least hot?"

"Oh, you have no idea. Like, weird hot."

"Like Lobster Boy from AHS hot, or like Loki hot?"

"More like Benedict Cumberbatch hot." Mina couldn't believe how much she sounded like a high school girl. She had a bachelor's in Art History and a master's in Museum Studies, why did she sound like this?

"No way." Evelyn's voice kept getting higher pitched by the statement, and Mina was getting pretty tired of it. Smiling slightly, she made up some random excuse as to why she had to get off the phone, then moved to her kitchen, where she poured herself a cup of coffee. Suddenly, her phone rang again.

"Good morning, Mr. Dmitri, I was just about to head into the office... Oh? Okay, then. Thank you!... I guess I can go take care of the first floor of the museum. We're getting the shipment of those Romanian oil canvases you purchased last week... Okay. I'll see about that special piece you wanted to put on display." Putting her phone down again, Mina shuffled around her kitchen to grab her trench coat and slipped on a pair of stilettos. Running her fingers through her cropped hair, she slid her phone into her pocket, grabbed her to go cup, and headed out.

Okay, maybe it wasn't too bad? If ya'll have any ideas as to what you want me to do with this, then go right ahead.