"Van Helsing, the first one, christened Abraham, was my first nemesis in this long drawn battle between humans and vampires. At first I thought that he was just a vampire hunter seeking glory by thinking that he could kill the mighty dracula. Yes, I did think that I was mighty and the best, being the ruler of the dark. But now I know better. I am more controlled now. You humans get sad and go into depression when being involved in... trivial things. I will tell you my story. My turning ceremony was, and is till date, the most excruitiating and gruesome event in my lifetime. But then that was my fault. I had agreed to that contract. I couldn't disagree. I mean, no one would turn down the idea of having immortality. No one. But, the thing sustaining my immortality itself was human blood. I detested that about myself from the moment I got to know this form of myself. I deliberately stayed hungry for two days. By the end of that period, I became really hungry and weak. We can stay hungry for half a month at a time, but during the turning of a human to a vampire, it is essential for him or her to take in huge supplements of human bloods. That is why I became astoundingly hungry in just two days. I knew that if I did not drink blood then, I would simply expire. There was this young nurse of sorts coming in regularly, writing something on a piece of parchment, and then unceremoniously exiting.This was one of the most disgusting decisions I had taken in my entire life. If I would have been human, my heart would have thumped too fast for my breath to follow, but I had no heart. It was completely still. It seemed surreal. Anyway, that nurse came in for her routine check. She closed the door behind her and came closer to my bedstead. Poor girl didn't have a chance. That voracious hunger inside me rendered me ferocious and vicious, not to mention lightning fast. Within a minute, I had sucked her completely dry. A body void of blood looked horrible, too horrible to bear, but do you know what I was feeling? The feeling of the most unadulterated bliss that rendered me so ecstatic that I was effectively moaning with pleasure. I feel so despicable of myself whenever I introspect myself, remembering that moment, and always feel so guilty of myself. It really is horrible, carrying around a badge stamped on my person, distinguishing myself as the biggest murderer in the history of the world that I would become in the days to come as I plagued countless villages to quench my unsatiable thirst. Its not their fault that they hated us. They clamoured for someone who would protect them from our evil hands. Thats where Abraham enters, who has taken an oath upon his life that he will kill us and rid the world of us. The rise of Abraham was, too, my fault.Yes, my fault," Dracula nodded at a disbelieving Mavis and a bewildered Johnny. " I think of that night whenever I delve deep into the dark depths of my past. Sometimes, I really want to forget those, but unlike humans, Alzheimer's is a disease unheard in the Dracula clan, in fact in all monsters. By the looks on your faces, you want to know what happened on that fateful night. Fine. I was committing the same henious crime I was doing every single night. I never knew that I would be making my biggest mistake ever. There I was, blissfully sucking the blood of a beautiful lady, a mother of two. I was not satisfied when I finished her. So I moved over to finish off her husband. When I was finished, that was when I felt a poke in my back. I saw small kid trying his best to stab me. As it was made from steel, it didn't even pierce my skin. That was the elder brother, John Van Helsing. Not willing to leave witnesses, I killed him. Abraham was just two and half. None of this would be happening if I had just killed him then. I don't know what it was, but whatever it was, it was never pity. Maybe I wanted him to come avenge his family, maybe I thought that he would die soon. Basically I left him alive, something which I shouldn't have done. I realised that after twenty years, when I faced him again. Twenty years' worth of change had made him way more intimidating than that tiny kid. He was now a tall and well built man. He had that everlasting scowl on his face, and that famous Vampire killing crossbow. He was too powerful for a human, too hard to kill. I commanded a huge army of vampires. All of them died by his hands, and I became seriously scared to go in front of him. I didn't want to die, I was in my prime. So I went into hiding, where nobody was able to find me except for a few of my closest friends whom you see now. He couldn't find me for over fifty years. But when he did, disaster struck. You know what happened. I remember it ever so vividly. I was so angry. I killed every last man except for him. At least a hundred and fifty dead bodies around me, and I am standing over a half dead Abraham. He was old, but surprisingly agile for his age. I was consumed in rage and anger like never before. Martha was gone forever. I was about to kill him too, in the most painful way possible. But his next words stopped me. He simply said that my wife was dead because of me. That my former actions were the reason for which she was gone. I made him who he was. I couldn't kill him. He was too right. But it didn't change that he was dying. It was clear that he was angry that I was still alive, and that the world had another Dracula by the name of Mavis. He told me that one thing that I still couldn't forget. That our family was intertwined with one another. Both families cannot simultaneously survive on this planet. One had to perish. Even though he died, it seems like his evil soul was still right in front of me. I became too scared for Mavis. That's why I built this place. Even now that I have allowed humans into this hotel, I was sure that Van Helsings existed. Even if one day it so happens that every human loves Monsterkind, Van Helsings will always stand against us. Why else do you think I have kept so much secrecy and security?"