Anyway...
There were dozens of papers, including a family tree of the Valerious clan—which went back to the infamous Vlad the Impaler, Vlad Tepes. Together, they created the most fantastic, unbelievable story that Bram Stoker could have ever imagined.

Here was his great work.

He did not understand all the parts of it, and least of all who Van Helsing was—though he could not forget the eternity that he had witnessed for a fraction of a second in the other's eyes—but the character of Dracula intrigued him. A vampire? A real vampire? The "walking dead"? Bram was ecstatic. He would prove the critics wrong; he would create a masterpiece…

Was this story real? Bram's overexcited brain ground to a halt. All his common sense said no, but his writer's intuition said possibly, even probably…and the look in Van Helsing's eyes had been real enough.

He grabbed a blank sheet of paper and started scribbling. What should he name his main characters? He already had a perfect plot; this collection of papers had filled in the gaps in the story that he had been trying to write for years, of a great evil that came to London and was stopped by a small band of heroic men…Bram had been meaning to call the vampire-like creature Count Wampyr, but had decided that the name didn't fit...Now he had his name.

Count Dracula.


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