They move like shadows; swift, silent, confident. They travel undeterred by the darkness of night. Instead they blend; they belong.
The elder is taller and more cunning. The younger is more savage. Father and son, sharing dark hair, height, and deep-set, hypnotic eyes. The father's are as dark as newly turned earth. The son's are as mystical as grass covered by a thin mist. Both are pale skinned, tall, and handsome, the younger more so. Within each of them is tremendous power.
As they reach the edge of town caution is their way, though they have little to fear. Hunger is clawing at them, driving them forward. Their lips part, revealing long, deadly fangs that gleam in the moonlight. These are not men but vampires. These are Draculas.
The son bolts forward, reckless in his hunger. Swiftly, the father curbs him, delivering a sharp bite in reprimand, for people are too near for him to speak. The son submits to his father and king, whom he respects and loves. The father soothes the savage fire burning with his eager youngster.
Soon they will feed. Soon there will be blood.
Author's Note: Okay, short little oneshot here.
Father: Christopher Lee's Dracula
Son: Gerard Butler's Dracula