These men couldn't be serious. There was no way in Hell that his new client thought that he was a vampire. Sure, he sounded a bit odd, but he definitely was just an eccentric rich man. Probably with a weird aesthetic. Jonathan wasn't entirely sure of what to make of these two men. They might not be a danger, but they were very weird to him. Chewing the inside of his cheek again as his eyes darted to the door. Debating whether or not to get up and bolt once again. Then his gaze turned back to the two strange men in front of him.

Neither had moved but they definitely stared at him. Sherlock, if that was truly his name, was looking highly confused. While John looked like he understood how Jonathan was feeling in that moment. In a low voice, John said,"Listen, I know that you're probably really confused right now. And that you think we're crazy or something."

"Please understand that we're not trying to terrify you or anything.",he continued. It was terrifying to be honest. He squirmed in his seat slightly as he stared at the doors once again. Jonathan decided to just stay where he was. Figuring either man would try to restrain him to keep him from getting anywhere. Taking a deep breath, Jonathan asked,"So you two read about me in a book, huh?"

"Why do I find that so hard to believe?",he added. It sounded way too out there to be absolutely true. How in the Hell could they have learned about him from a book? One with the last name of his client no less! All of this sounded like some weird T.V show episode. One that was all just a dream in the end or something just as unsatisfactory as that. Pushing this to the side, he raised an eyebrow as he glanced from John to Sherlock. Unsure of what he was expecting from either man. An actual explanation about what was going on? That they were just messing with him and that Mina had really hired them? His hopes were dashed when John answered,"We know it what it sounds like. And if I were in your shoes, I wouldn't believe it either. But we're really not lying to you, Jonathan."

"We're really who we say we are. And you're on your way to meet someone who thinks he's a vampire.",John added. Thinks he's a vampire? There was no way that the count could possibly think that. It was just something that weird people think. Or some subculture of goths. And he was pretty sure that the Count was just an eccentric rich goth. Looking John in the eye, he demanded,"If that's true. Then tell me something the Count is going to do then."

"What?",Sherlock asked. Jonathan merely repeated what he had said before. Demanding that they tell him what Count Dracula had planned for him. If they knew about him, they knew about what exactly his client had in store for him. Sherlock turned to look at John, who turned to look at him. Both exchanging an odd expression before John turned back to him. John said,"When you get to the castle, he's going to serve you paprika chicken."

"He won't have any of it and just have red wine instead.",John added. That was interesting. And he wasn't entirely sure if they were telling the truth or not. Pushing the thought aside, Jonathan chewed the inside of his cheek for a bit. Looking between them again, Jonathan asked,"Anything else that I supposedly should know about my client?"

"He's creepy looking and has no workers in that castle of his.",John answered. Creepy looking? Well, he was sort of a strange goth type person. That probably would look creepy to anyone not used to that sort of thing. But the whole 'no workers' struck a nerve in him. As he had seen the castle and how big it was as well. Jonathan was surprised that the Count didn't have any workers in the whole place. Since he was sure the man was very wealthy. So the Count could afford to pay someone to at least come over and clean now and again. So why in the Hell hadn't he? Raising an eyebrow, Jonathan stated,"That doesn't sound entirely plausible, gentlemen."

"He has a literal castle, he's rich as Hell, how can't he have someone helping him out?",Jonathan asked. Especially given how big the castle was as well. It was bigger than most mansions he'd seen during his line of work. There was just something about that line that seemed a bit strange. John answered,"He's not as rich as he makes himself out to be. And the castle has allegedly been in his family for several decades."

Okay that definitely seemed a lot more plausible now. Though he was surprised by John's use of the word 'allegedly'. Wouldn't the documents and other such things he was meant to review show that it was? Chewing the inside of his cheek, he tried to think of what to say. This felt pretty strange. And he didn't believe either of these men in front of him. Nor was he entirely sure what he was going to do if they were right. If they were right, then what the Hell was he going to do? As he hadn't known all the emergency contacts for where he was going. Jonathan would be all alone with the disturbing man. But if they were wrong, he'd be fine and he'd just get on with his job. Take care of what needed to be taken care of, then go back home to his fiance. Shoving his thoughts to the side, Jonathan asked,"So what should I do then? Just tell the guy I can't come and go home?"

"No, he'll find that strange and so will your employers.",Sherlock answered. Which was true. And he doubted telling his employers that this guy thought he was a vampire would fly. After all, he can hardly believe that the guy believed that so deeply. If he had, then wouldn't someone have warned him or something like that? It just seemed surreal. Looking at Sherlock, he questioned,"Alright, then what do you recommend that I do then?"

"We'll go with you and ensure your safety at his castle.",Sherlock answered. Surprising both men in the train car. Them going with? To his job? Jonathan wasn't entirely sure if that was a good idea or not. As he didn't know either man well enough to allow that sort of thing. After all, who knows if either man was truly safe or not. They could be criminals posing as fictional characters and waiting to cause him harm. Also possibly causing the client some harm as well. Though there was this nagging thought in the back of his mind that they were telling the truth. That these men weren't fucking with him or out to harm him in any manner. Part of him was entirely afraid of what was going to happen if they were right. Chewing the inside of his cheek as he shook his head slightly. Feeling it would be much wiser to not allow them to come with him. In a soft voice, Jonathan stated,"I don't think that would be wise, gentlemen. I don't know either of you."

"And, no offense, I don't feel entirely safe around you.",he added. Not trying to sound disrespectful of either man. But not wanting to lie to them either. As he didn't want to come off as an asshole towards them either. Fearing they would do something that he'd regret. Giving a small smile as he sank back in his chair. John said,"I understand that, I do. But we promise, we're not out to harm you. We just want to help you stay safe."

"Especially with someone as dangerous as your new client is.",John added. Looking highly concerned about Jonathan's welfare. Which would have been heartwarming, if it wasn't for the fact that this was a stranger who believed himself to be a fictional character. Who knows what he'd do? But that nagging thought in his brain told him to trust the good Doctor. That he wasn't going to harm him in the slightest bit. And that he was invested in Jonathan's personal welfare for whatever reason that he had. That he was safe to work with. Taking a deep breath, Jonathan said,"I'm not sure that my client would be alright with that."

"He's expecting me to come alone.",he added. Which he definitely was expecting him to be. Mostly because his manager explained to him that the Count insisted on it. Wanting him to be alone. For what purpose, he wasn't entirely sure of. But an uncomfortable idea of it being easier to detain or harm him had reared its ugly head. Taking a deep breath, he asked,"How in the world would I explain me suddenly having two men accompanying me to his home?"

"Especially when my manager assured that I would be alone?",he asked. Still debating whether or not he'd allow them to come with him. This made both men pause for a moment. Then look at each other and quietly whisper what they should say. Their voices were too quiet for him to properly pick up on as they occasionally glanced his way. Taking a few seconds, Sherlock answered,"Say that you're helping us on an urgent case."

"One that simply couldn't wait and required us to come with you for safety reasons.",he added. That sounded sort of plausible. Though Jonathan wasn't entirely sure that the Count would fall for it. Or even begin to swallow that information. After all, no one could possibly be that stupid, right? Right. Jonathan was going to point this out but decided against it. Feeling that even if he tried to reason with these men they weren't going to take 'no' for an answer. So with a deep sigh, Jonathan stated,"Fine. I suppose neither of you are going to give me much of a choice in the matter."

"...how did either of you get on this train anyway?",he asked. Since he hadn't seen either of them on the train station platform. Or even on his way to the train car, Jonathan was curious as to where they got on in the first place. Neither man seemed to know how they had gotten there. John answered,"I fell asleep in my bed and woke up seated on a chair."

"I was brainstorming on the couch and woke up in the seat next to him.",Sherlock stated. That sounded strange and definitely like a crappy episode of a T.V show. The whole 'it was just a dream' type of unsatisfactory episode. Putting that aside, Jonathan questioned,"So you guys just decided to hide in my car to avoid the staff on here?"

"Yes, actually. We didn't exactly have a plan mapped out or anything.",John answered. Which made a bit of sense in his mind. Though, they didn't seem all that panicked when they came into the car. He figured they were trying to avoid suspicion in the employees on the train. If he was one of the employees on the train seeing two men looking panicked and running into an occupied train car, he'd kick them off. Or make sure that the local police were aware that there were two men acting suspicious on the train. Jonathan picked up his journal absentmindedly as he thought this over. Opening the page to start writing about what he just learned before deciding against it. As he still had some questions that needed to be answered by these two. Looking up at them, Jonathan asked,"So, is there anything else that I need to be worried about in Castle Dracula?"

"I'm not entirely sure. It's been a good while since I've read the book.",John admitted. It had been a long while since he'd properly read the book. All he remembered of it were some of the weird parts that stuck out. The no servants, paprika chicken, villagers being cautious of him, and the fact he wrecked Jonathan's shaving mirror. Though this was during the 1800's. And this obviously wasn't the 1800's. This Jonathan Harker seemed much different than the book version. Or how his mind portrayed the book version was supposed to look. As the man in front of him was dressed like a modern real estate agent. Had very short brown hair that framed his narrow face very well. Paler than Sherlock was when he first met him. Almost as skinny as Sherlock was when he met him as well. Jonathan's eyes were a super dark brown that looked almost entirely black. Not at all like the image that he had in his head when he thought of the original book version of Jonathan Harker. Putting this to the side, John asked,"So you and Mina aren't married just yet? Do you have a date for that?"

"Next year if things go well.",Jonathan answered. A little surprised by the subject change. As he didn't feel like it was relevant to the conversation. But figured he'd allow John to ask him questions for the rest of the trip. As it would help pass the time and he could get some answers out of them for the rest of the seven hour trip.

October 14th, 2018

Met two men that were incredibly strange today. They claimed to know that my client believes he is some form of vampire. That they were the fictional characters from the mystery series 'Sherlock Holmes'. Or whatever that book series was called. I'm not entirely sure if they are all that trustworthy or even telling me the truth. But there's just something about 'John Watson's' eyes that make me trust him. He seems like a really sweet guy to me.

I'm not going to trust them enough to take a nap around them. Or leave any of my personal items out in front of them. And I'm definitely going to be calling Mina when I get the chance. Just to make absolutely sure that she wasn't pranking me. As Mina has pulled something off like this last year. Nothing as extensive but damn near so. I adore her but, her sense of humor is sometimes the hardest thing to get used to.

Anyway, we've arrived at the castle early in the evening. The place was even bigger than the pictures made it out to be. And it looked a lot more nice than the pictures made it out to be either. Which is great. I suppose. If my client ever wants to sell the place, he'll have really no issues visually. Not sure if he'll have any problems inside. I'll have to check sometime tomorrow. I know that it isn't what I'm here to do but, I want to be sure things are safe. I'm getting off topic. We got to the castle, the Count greeted us. Took my luggage while giving my companions a confused look. He asked why they were there and Sherlock gave him the B.S. story that he tried to pitch to me. That I was an important witness to some form of crime.

That he couldn't give out any details as it was ongoing. For some strange reason, the Count seemed to buy it and allowed them to stay. Even going so far as to make sure that another room was prepared for them. Shouting upward to seemingly tell someone upstairs to do. When he got no response he got fairly angry and shouted again. Still no response. Then he excused himself and ran upstairs to seemingly yell at the staff person to do their job. Though, I had an uncomfortable feeling that someone wasn't really up there. I glanced at John to see if he was feeling how I was feeling. He was. But we said nothing once the Count came down. Making some excuse about his maid having hearing loss and that he needed to speak to her. That she had gotten Sherlock and John's room set up.

I kept my mouth shut about it as he directed us to the dining room. Sitting us down at a huge table that was very old. There was a ton of antique plates, silverware, and cups. At first there was only one plate. For me. The Count quickly apologized to John and Sherlock before hurrying off to the kitchen to seemingly tell the Chef that they had more guests. Seemingly so. I mean, I did hear two voices coming from the kitchen. One was Dracula and the other was a strange nasally voice that seemed to be the Chef. A few seconds later, Dracula brought out more plates and other things. He quickly set them down in front of Sherlock and John. Then went back to the kitchen to get the food that the Chef prepared for us.

Why the Chef couldn't bring it out to us personally instead of his boss? I have no idea. Dracula didn't give me an actual answer when I asked him about it. Now, on the train John told me that the Count would serve me paprika chicken. Just me. Well, now just me and them. Can you guess who got served paprika chicken?

Me, John, and Sherlock. While the Count just drank red wine. He said something about having already ate and a strict liquid diet. Something about that just made my skin crawl but I didn't ask. I doubt that he would have told me the truth if I had outright demanded it. So I did my best to be polite about the food. Thanking him for the meal before I started in on it. John and Sherlock doing the same. While we ate, no one said a damn word. All there was, was horrible silence. Suffocating us like a heavy blanket. Soon as we were done, I bid the Count a good night. Then headed up to my room with John and Sherlock on my heels. I asked them both if they knew if anything strange was going to happen tonight. Unfortunately, neither man could remember from the alleged book they had read. But John insisted on staying in my room with me tonight to be sure that I was safe.

I was somewhat against it but he was insistent that he stay. So I gave him my spare pajamas to use while he stayed in the room with me. Right now he's sitting in a chair next to the bed while I write this. Insisting that he would be sleeping there instead of being in the bed with me. I'm hopeful that him being here isn't necessary. But I'm afraid that he might be. Let's just hope that this is just some form of coincidence and nothing more.

I really hope that's all this is.

Until tomorrow,
Jonathan Harker.

Putting the pencil back into its proper spot, Jonathan shoved his journal under his pillow. Yawning as he laid down on the bed. Asking John to turn out the light since he was closer to it. John did as Jonathan requested of him. Going back to the chair, he sat down as he mumbled a polite goodnight to him. Determined to stay awake and make sure that the Count wouldn't do anything. As he feared that if he didn't the real estate agent would be in trouble. Like being fed on or worse. The worse was something that he wasn't entirely sure of. But he was prepared to defend the other man against anything. But, despite himself, he found his eyelids slowly shutting. And found himself nearly drifting off to sleep.

Almost, until the sound of the bed creaking pulled him out of it. Like someone was either crawling into or out of bed. Carefully opening an eye, he saw a figure looming over the young man. That made him jolt awake and he shouted,"THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

The figure said nothing but turned and quickly fled the room. Slamming the door as they made their way out of the room. John quickly stood up out of the chair to investigate when he had this urge to check Jonathan. Part of him was worried that the figure might have done something to him. So he quickly turned on the light before heading over to the bed. Noticing that the younger man was still somehow asleep. Despite the yelling and the slamming of the heavy wooden door. How could he have slept through that? It just didn't make sense. John hurried over to the bed to check on Jonathan. Feeling relieved that there was nothing wrong with him visually. Part of him was tempted to wake the younger man. But he felt that he was probably just drained from the trip up to the castle and decided to let him sleep. Heading to the light switch, he froze when someone knocked. Freezing momentarily before Sherlock called,"John? Is everything alright?"

Opening the door, John answered,"Had someone leaning over Jonathan a minute ago."

"Is he alright?",Sherlock questioned. Looking somewhat concerned as he glanced over John's shoulder to look at the younger man. John nodded his head and stated that his presence seemed to terrify whatever the thing was before he could harm Jonathan. That seemed to put the detective at ease and he suggested that John lock the door. Just to make sure that the figure didn't try something again. Of course, John agreed to this idea. Sure, he doubted the figure would come back. But it was better safe than possibly being fed on by a fake vampire. Both men exchanged a goodnight kiss before Sherlock hurried back to 'their' room. Possibly locking his own door to keep any unwanted guests out as well. When he was gone, John did as instructed. Turned off the light and headed back to the chair to take a nap. Praying nothing else would happen while he slept.