(OOC: I do not own Overwatch, or anything like that. Enjoy.)
Outside Craiova, Romania. 2078. Talon Base.
There were few things Sombra truly fear. She lived on the streets of Mexico as a orphaned, she ran with Los Muertos, bane of the Mexican Government, and the USA, even the global Conspiracy she discover, or her work with Talon could not scare her. Talon was just a stepping stone, a pawn she played alone for her own gains. Sure, she watch her back around Gabe and Amélie and Doomfist, but that was sentido común for someone like her.
But this? This was fear incarnation. It started some weeks ago, a team went missing over Bran Castle trying to steal goodies for a Talon backer. Even with Ogundimu's return to Talon; El dinero era dinero. Money was money, and it was to be a in and out job. They never came back, and soon someone (Or rather something.) started attacking Talon projects and assets across Romania, Craiova being the third base thus far. Unwilling to let this stand, Gabe sent her over with a team of assassins to root out the person, or persons behind the attacks and figure them out.
And this is when todo el infierno broke loose. They were ...picked off, Sombra's team of assassins, one by one. The base fare no better, either dead, or...monstruos, red eye grey skin beasts that was once men and women.
And here she was, her translocators failing to work, running for deal life towards the main entrance, away from him. She could only hope her Stealth would not fail her now.
But it did.
From the shadows, a hand glab the Hispanic cyborg by her bloodstaine coat, and toss her across the floor. She roll, looking up and saw the Prince of Darkness himself. He worn fine, lavish red clothing, fitting only aged old nobility, his eyes where dark green, and hair black as the night. His hands was cover in blood, one wielding a beautiful Magyar broadsword, and his teeth was no different. "Ah, you are the mouse that dare enters me fortress." He spoke with a olden Romanian accent, A shy smile cover his face as Sombra lifted herself up, she deliver several kicks to the Vampire. Vlad seem unfazed as he simply caught her next kick, flipping her on back before being lifted again, now face to face. "You are different from all the others, a fire burns within you, as well as knowledge. Let me offer you my gift." His open his mouth, showing his fangs that could rival a wolf.
Her neck was pierced and she felt her blood and very mortal life drain from her being. It was both the greatest pain, but yet the most amazing pleasure she had ever felt at the same time. The last she remember was the eyes of Dracula and flashes and sound of battles long ago.
XXX.
"I was, but a leader of my people and a protector of my kingdom. The boyars gave only ruin to Wallachia, and had the blood of my father, and my oldest brother on their hands. I purge them, impaled them along with the Saxons, and Turks who raped my kingdom for ill gain. I gave new life to all of Wallachia. I uprooted evil itself in my lands. No injustice was left unpunished. None left alive.
My foes feared me, saw me as a devil from the gates of hell itself. My undoing was by the rat Corvinus. He ruin my image in the eyes of Rome, and I was imprisoned. My youngest brother was a traitor to his people, and I was trash, and mudding by the Germans, the Russians, and the Ottomans. I sold my soul to the darkness, to avenge my people, to bring on a new world order, to bring on a age where I was to be a king, a Emperor of the Darkness! A master of all vampires. But I failed again.
I have given you my blessing, and my curse for a reason, Olivia Colomar. You are now my child, my commandant. Help me bring on my age, stand by me, and Europe will soon be our kingdom."
Sombra, now a creature of the night, gave a toothy smile, baring her new fangs.