Note: I was asked by fantasyandromancelover if I would write this. They gave me the plot and I fell in love and wanted to write it. I tried to do it justice. This is inspired by the 2013 tv series, Dracula. There is violence, blood, and disturbing things. Thought I'd warn you all. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Here is the full Summary: Adrien awakens centuries later in Victorian London as a vampire searching to end the Order of Akuma. A legion made by his father centuries earlier after losing his wife and blaming God for taking her from him, causing him to turn away from the Order of Miraculous. Adrien had been a war hero, defending the church from the Turks as he fought with the Order of Miraculous. He had settled down with his gorgeous wife until his father had her ripped from him and burned at the stake before his eyes. Now in Victorian London, he seeks vengeance for his father's crimes, working with his trusted butler, Nino, to wipe out the Order of Akuma from the inside out along with his father. He secretly murders criminals to quench his uncontrollable thirst. But when he catches the gaze of a young assistant school mistress named, Marinette Dupain-Cheng while walking through town, he realizes something familiar about her and seeks to win over her heart. But first he has to pull her away from Luka, a lawyer that she is betrothed to against her own wishes and that her artisocratic so-called best friend, Chloe, is trying to steal from her. Meanwhile, while Adrien is in confliction over Marinette two vampire hunters arrive.

Adrien was a war hero in his towns' eyes. He had defended the church from the Turks and had become recognized by all. He had slashed through men that everyone had feared without so much as a glance because he knew what he was doing was for the better of his people. The better of the church. Everything he had done was praised and approved by the Lord himself and it was a great honor for the Order of Miraculous for him to do so. He was very talented with the blade and he didn't need anyone to tell him that. The echoes of cries from the men he had slain echoed and haunted him as he woke up in his bed.

He gasped and sat up, peering over at his soundly sleeping wife. She was gorgeous and he didn't feel like he deserved such a beautiful maiden. Her dark luscious hair was spread out along her white pillow and the sunlight reflected off her flawless pale skin. Her cheeks were slightly rouged and her lips were swollen from their night of passion. He tried to love her every night that he could to show her just how much he appreciated her. He sighed as he took in her rounded breasts and he brought the blanket up to cover her more.

She stirred and sighed as she slowly opened her eyes to stare at him with a warm smile. "What art thee doing?"

Adrien shook his head as he smiled down at her. "Just admiring how the sun is reflecting on thine eyes, M'Lady."

She softly smiled and shook her head as she took his hand in hers, turning it palm up as she began to trace slow gentle circles with her fingertip. She ran her finger up along the curve of his thumb and back down to the center of his palm. It sent heat between his thighs and she slowly brought his palm to her gentle lips, giving it a chaste kiss as her sapphire eyes caught his emerald ones.

"Thou shall be the death of me, fair maiden." Adrien growled under his breath as she let his hand go and he gently rolled on top of her, capturing her in his arms as he caressed her tendrils of hair and peered into her seductive gaze.

"Will I? I seem to believe that thy love reaches many places." She teased as she brushed her fingers along his cheek.

"Shall I prove my loyalty to thee again-" Adrien kissed her cheek. "-and again-" He kissed her neck, causing her to arch her back. "-and again-" He kissed between her rounded breasts. "-and further more…" He slowly let his warm breath linger on her soft skin as he made his way between her legs where dark curls sat. "-again." He sighed against her sex and captured her with his mouth, causing her to arch her back and gasp as her fingers tangled in his messy golden hair.

A deep loud knock sounded on their door and Adrien groaned in complaint at being interrupted. "It shall only be a mere moment, M'Lady."

"Be swift, M'Lord." His wife sighed as she watched him get up and slip on his wool trousers. He threw his white linen tunic on and let it fall loosely around his hips as he walked over to grab the door, grabbing his sword on the way.

His wife watched him as he opened the door and was met by two of his father's men in armour. "What is it?" Adrien stared at the two men with serious expressions. Their right hands sat on the hilts of their blades. Adrien suddenly felt threatened like he was going to have to fight two men that he had deemed his friends previously.

"Katherine Nightingale!" One of the men finally spoke and Adrien suddenly drew his sword. "Let us pass, M'Lord."

"Why should I let thee pass when what thee seek is mine?" Adrien bit the words out past his clenched teeth as he glared at them.

"She is to be trialed as a witch, M'Lord. Nothing more and nothing less." One of the men spoke without so much as a thought.

"Who ordered such an act?" Adrien glared and stood his ground. "Who ordered thee to come into my home and taketh what is mine?" He was going to fight. There was no reason for them to steal his wife away from him.

He heard his wife scrambling to get dressed behind him and he didn't dare move his gaze from the two muscular men in front of him.

"Thou father, Sir Gabriel Agreste, M'Lord." The other man spoke. "Now, step aside so that I may do my bidding."

Adrien lunged forward and placed the blade of his sword to the man's neck. "One swift move and I can slice thee throat and leave thee where thou stand, bleeding on my floor like a poor pheasant. Is that what thou wish to be done?"

"I am only doing thy father's bidding, M'Lord. She has proven to be worthy of being trialed. I know nothing more." The man swallowed hard and Adrien lowered his blade. "There is nothing more thee can do."

Adrien felt his wife's hand on his shoulder and he peered over enough to keep one eye on the men and one on her. "Stand down, M'Lord. I shall do as I am asked. I shall return to thee by daylight. Promise." She kissed his cheek and walked past him, letting her hand linger along his bicep.

"No!" Adrien ran and grabbed her, yanking her back towards himself. "I shan't let thee. I am thine and thou art mine." He couldn't let her go. He knew that as soon as she went out that door… She was gone forever.

"Adrien…" His wife walked back towards him and placed her hands on the sides of his face, bringing his head down to press her forehead against his. "It shall be okay. Everything will be brought to light and unfolded. Promise. Trust me, M'Lord." She rubbed the tip of her nose against his before she captured his lips in a kiss that spoke well beyond her words. Said that he most likely would never get to drink from them again.

"No. I shan't let thee." Adrien broke the kiss to argue as his heart shattered within his chest. "I shan't lose thee."

"Thou aren't losing me, but art gaining a star in the heavens, M'Lord." She smiled warmly as she pulled away from him. Her words did not elude him. He knew what she was saying and he didn't like it anymore than what he had thought before. She was saying good-bye and it broke him deeply.

Adrien watched them take her away and right after they closed the door he hurried to get dressed and meet with his father over the matter. He wasn't going to let her go without a fight just because he had a quarrel with his father. It did not make this an equal punishment for not joining his father's heinous cause.

000

Katherine found herself in a cell within the underbelly of this massive castle. The walls were stone and coated in dirt. Rats ran around her feet and scurried off towards a hole in the wall. She moved her toes and felt the wet dirt beneath her feet. The fine strands of yellow straw made her think of her husband's golden hair and only made her heart ache more for him. It was the only solace that she found in her new home. If she even wanted to venture into calling it that because it was anything but.

She swallowed hard, barely able to breathe from the stench of the place. Moans and screams echoed through the vast room of cells and she could barely make out the other prisoners. She tugged at her wrists and found them to be in shackles. Her white undergarments were tarnished with dark stains of caked blood from the night prior. Her body ached and she knew that her lip was split by the metallic taste on her tongue as she ran it along the corner of her top lip. A bucket sat off in the corner and she could only imagine what was in it. Not that she wanted to.

The sharp sound of keys rattling brought her attention back to the metal woven door and her heart leaped in her chest, hoping that she would be freed.

"Sir Gabriel Agreste wishes to further his questioning with thee." The guard spoke in an ominous and booming voice as he undid her wrists from the wall only to encase them in yet another pair of shackles. Her ankles were shackled together by rusted chains and she could feel how raw her skin was beneath them. It tore at her soft flesh and caused a wetness that she could only assume was fresh blood.

The man pulled her by the chain between her wrists to another room where she was put on a steel hook by one of the links in her chains. The man grabbed the crank and began to slowly hoist her up, causing her to rise up on her toes. Her toes barely touched the dirty ground and her shoulders ached as she watched a stoic and regal man enter the room.

"Good Morn, witch." His voice was like a serpent that was lying in the bushes and she despised it.

Katherine spit towards him in her anger and he only laughed in a malice filled tone. "I spit on thee."

"I quite see that." Gabriel slowly circled around her and pulled a golden cross from his back. A crucified Jesus was sculpted on the gold item. He pulled the end of the cross off to showcase a steel dagger. He ran it along her jawline and let it rest beneath her chin, tilting her head up as she panted in her anger. "But no one can save thee now. Not even my own blood!"

"He will come find thee and rip thy black heart from thy chest!" Katherine spit the words past her lips and Gabriel spoke without so much as a thought. "Thou have quite the tongue. Perhaps I should remove it."

Katherine glared at the demon that stood in front of her. He resembled Satan more than God and she tried to not let her anxiety get the best of her. She pressed her lips together as he ran the tip of his blade down her neck and sliced her thin clothing from her body. She flinched and screwed her eyes tight as he admired her body.

"I now see what my son sees in thee. Thou art quite the fair maiden. But that doesn't change that thou are a black witch!" Gabriel replaced the sheath back on the dagger and set it down to replace it with a long steel needle. "Shall we begin the pricking?"

Katherine swallowed hard as she clenched her hands into fists. He brought the point of the long steel needle against the lower right side of her stomach, searching for the spot that made her a witch. Gabriel searched her gaze as she panted and he jammed the needle into her flesh with a sneer, causing her breath to catch and her lips to part with no sound.

000

Adrien made his way to the castle and burst through the doors, not caring that his father's maid tried to stop him from going to find his father. She kept protesting and trying to stop him to no avail.

"What is this act in which thou blame my wife?" Adrien burst out in anger at his father's back.

"Thou decided not to join my legion, the Order of Akuma. Even after thou knew what the Order of Miraculous did to thy mother! Yet thou still refuse to join me in thy quest! I shall make the whole world bow at my feet and turn against their precious God and have no choice but to turn to me for their woes! Since my own flesh and blood won't join me... I shall trial the only thing thee love as a witch. A black witch. Tonight when the moon rises… we shall really see the truth. And thou, my son- shall watch and see what he has DONE by disobeying me!" Gabriel left him alone as he walked out of the room without so much as another word.

Adrien ran after him, but two guards grabbed him to stop him from attacking his father for what he had said. "Let me at least see her face again! FATHER! FATHER! Thou DO NOT get to do this just because thee lost MOTHER!" He was left in silence and everything in him felt sick and wanted to scream. He wanted to burn the castle down and watch everything in it turn to ash. Wanted to take back what was his.

Adrien was angry, upset, and heartbroken. He couldn't lose her. She was the only light in his darkness and he needed her. He panted and fought himself free. The rest of his day was filled with practicing. He sparred with hay filled targets and wooden ones until he could no longer fight. He was livid to say the least and he obsessed over how to save her before it was too late.

Before long the sun set and he was pulled from his home by two men and a note from his father. He swallowed hard and ran to where they were going to burn her at the stake and his eyes widened as he heard her screams and watched her encased in flames, already beyond saving. He suddenly lunged forward, wanting to pull her from the post she had been tied to before the fire could do further damage to her body, but the two men grabbed his arms and yanked him back. He fell to his knees as she screamed and stared at him with pain filled eyes and he let out a primal blood curdling yell of anguish as he watched his soulmate perish. He couldn't do anything to save her. His training had been wasted and even though he was a war hero… he hadn't been able to be hers when she had needed him most. That feeling ran through his body and vibrated in his very bones as he felt more pain than a flaming hot blade could give as his heart broke and he burst into anger filled tears that ripped through his body and twisted like a rusted knife. Nothing could give him more pain than this. Nothing could hurt him further than losing her. Than watching her burn with her gaze locked on his and her sharp screams echoing in his ears.

The men shoved him to the ground and Adrien dragged his nails through the dirt as he gasped for air and filled with more rage. A rage that was hot as coals and made his knuckles white and jaw set. He wanted to end it all. Wanted to kill his father and rip his cold heart from his chest. He knew right then that he would spend his days… ripping the Order of Akuma right from beneath his father's feet and tearing it to shreds right before his cold dead stare.

Adrien stood up, ripping dirt from the ground as he pulled his sword from his hip and ran towards the castle to find his father. His father caught him by his fist that currently held his blade in mid-air, pulled him close to whisper in his ear.

"Thou art nothing to me. Much like God. Now God has wronged thee as well." He sneered with a deep growl as his fangs slid down and suddenly he sank them into Adrien's pulse point, causing him to black out.

Songs I wrote to:

Artemis by Lindsey Stirling

Underground by Lindsey Stirling