Author's Note: This is a revision of the story I wrote called, "A Vampire Desire".

Again, I do not own the characters even Dracula.

Okay, here's the deal: I want Dracula to be an Ancient, meaning really old. Like Bronze Age old so no complaining and I might be altering some history here so please bear with me. If you still don't get it, let me explain.

I want him to be 2000-3000 years old and he won't be ruling Transylvania.

Get it now? Besides, he just adopted the name Dracula for reasons that are my own. I will explain in later chapters. For now, just read this and enjoy!

Let My Blood Flow within You

She was dreaming the same dream again and it always ended the same way.

It is always about this russet-haired young woman who wore a long silvery white tunic with gold cord around her waist. Rogue can never distinguish what the person looked like because the woman's face was always blurred or hazy. This woman has repeatedly died in her dreams, no matter how much Rogue tried to alter it. She would always see the girl drive the dagger in her chest as bitter sad tears fell from her eyes. Then the girl would bathe in her own blood as the temple is set ablaze. Rogue could not do anything for this girl, she can only cry for her as the fire slowly burned the young woman's body as well as the lavishing temple they were in.

"Rogue, are you okay?" her roommate asks worriedly in a timid tone. She remains silent, pretending to be asleep. She didn't want Kitty to know that she had been crying in her sleep again. This dreams, they mean something but what, She doesn't know. She tried to sift through her borrowed memories, but unfortunately it did not belong to any them. She closes her eyes and takes a hold of her emotion before they overwhelm her. She had relaxed herself before going back to slumber once more while ignoring her worried friend.

People tend to perceive her to be completely naïve, but they are wrong. Kitty has always been quiet perceptive of those around her. It is true she can be very naïve at times, however there are times that she can sense when others around her are troubled. She knew that Rogue had been having nightmares lately, but since her friend has yet to confide to her, she chose to keep it secret and even going as far as pretending to be asleep as Rogue cries herself awake. However, she cannot help but worry about her friend lately. It has been happening for a while now and she can only figure that the dream Rogue's been having is repetitive. Kitty wanted to tell the professor about it, but she knows that it will only anger Rogue. So she chose to keep it to herself and let Rogue decide on her own.

Next Day...

As the others rushed to class, Rogue walked languidly behind them. She had the dream again, only this time she heard a faint voice. "Kassiopeia." It said which caused Rogue to awaken abruptly. It was as if she is the one being called by the person. She clutched the strap of her backpack tightly. 'It was only a dream, get a grip!' She told herself as she reached the doors of her first class.

Suddenly, the back of her neck felt cold and she shuddered. She turned and looked around. The hallway was empty and silent, yet it felt eerily cold. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and proceeded to enter the classroom.

Elsewhere...

In a crowded cemetery down in Louisiana within one of the locked mausoleums, lies a man inside a marble coffin. You would think he is dead and decaying, however he looks eternally youthful and seemed to be no older than 21. He has black tresses with a tint of blue, eyes are round and has full lashes and skin as pale as the marble that houses him. His visage is so striking that he might as well have been a sleeping statue.

He stirred lightly at the sound of four men whispering. He can hear them clearly, sense the thoughts running through their minds. It excited him. A faint smirk graces his beautiful face as laid still. Suddenly, the chains that held the mausoleum doors were broken and the four men busted down the white oak doors.

He can hear their hearts, their blood rushing through their veins. He can smell their putrid scent as they rummaged through his resting place in search of something. 'How had man lost all his respect for the dead.' he bitterly thought. He then hears one of the men speak.

"Julien, are ya sure there is treasure lyin' around here? 'Cause I don't see nothin' but dust and cobwebs."

Then the man whose name is Julien answers in irritation, "Ya, there is! I heard one of 'em thieves were talkin' about breakin' in here to get some jewels."

"Well, I don' see no jewels nor gold, boss. 'sides tis place be givin' me the creeps." One of the men shivers.

"Shut up! And jus' keep lookin!" Julien yelled angrily as they continued on to do so.

"Boss, mebbe its in this here coffin." Another man suggested. "Then start openin' it!"

They all pushed the heavy lid off and jumped back in surprise. They were looking at him, all of them quickly enthralled by his beauty. Yet, at the same time, fearful about who he was and the reason why he was inside. They walked to the edge and peered over to see if the body was made of marble, but before they could do so, he gently opened his red violet eyes and swiftly in a blink of an eye, reached out his hand to grab one of the men by the throat.

The others screamed in terror and quickly backed away from the coffin. He sat up from his bed, still holding the man tightly by the neck then promptly sinking in his teeth at the jugular area. He hungrily drank the man's blood and kept a close eye on the other three. After drinking the last drop of blood, he casually tosses the body aside like an old crumpled paper and stands up from his bed.

"W-who a-a-re ya?" Julien asked as he shakily held his gun in his hands and tried to point it at him. He looks at them with cold eyes and smirks, "Well, I am the owner of this crypt that you are currently desecrating.." He said with an acid yet alluring tone. He looks at the handgun and with a peculiar glow of his eyes, the gun melted in Julien's hold. The man cried out in pain, scaring the two men behind him.

"You don't need to know me, but I know a lot about you." He teased as he stalked towards them. "Rippers eh? Hmm, I'm a ripper too. Although, a different kind."

He then rushed forth at them, but they jumped away from him and ran to the door. However, the door was slammed shut by an unknown force, encasing them in darkness. They trembled in fear as they heard nothing but their own heartbeats.

"I guess it is common courtesy for me to introduce myself before I slaughter you." He said in a sinister tone. "I have acquired many names for the past centuries, but I guess I'll be using the name I once used during the Renaissance. My name is Gabriele and it was a pleasure meeting you." The three men screamed in terror as they were killed one by one. Drinking their bloods in haze and ecstasy, but by drinking their bloods, he has learned so many things including what century he currently resides.

After drinking the last drop of Julien's blood, Gabriele piles the four bodies together and with mere wave of his hand, they were burned instantly into dust. "I think it is time I continue on with my search." He muttered ruefully as he concentrated his mind and searched for some of his fledglings. As he listened in to the silent voices around him, a certain voice struck him in his very core. A familiar tune that he once heard many eons ago and thought had disappeared forever, but now had returned. 'She's alive...she came back...just like she had promised..' He thought almost playfully as he tried to divulge into this certain person's mind.

However, he was forcefully pushed out.

It surprised and infuriated him that he cannot access their thoughts. It was as if an impenetrable wall had blocked him. Just like the walls of Jericho that once stood against him. He needs to know more about this person, but first he must meet with one of his fledglings.

"Kassiopeia...I will find you."

Now how about that?

Okay, let me clear up some confusions: One, he is Dracula but with a different nature and history. Two, the "voices" are thoughts he can hear since he is REALLY REALLY REALLY old and well, Ancient...I decided his powers should be amplified. Three, this is a ROMY fic, meaning it may start off with a different guy but in the end ROMY will prevail...or not. Depends on what you guys want.

Please read and review. Be nice, will ya?