Chapter 2

A/n: this is where BS'sD starts coming in :) I will be editing the script of BS'sD to fit into this story, but most of it will be word for word the script of BS'sD.

Ten years was all it took for Renfield to restore the Monastery to its former glory, of corse Vlad had helped, but he was still amazed at the devotion Renfield had for him. Taking the brunt of his rage on bad days, being there to laugh with on the good, even bringing him blood when he needed it. Not that Vlad was incapable of getting his own, but Renfield was less suspicious then he was.

Time seemed to fly and before Vlad knew it four centuries had passed. It was the year 1897 A.D. Renfield still his loyal companion, unfortunately the lands surrounding New Castle Dracula have grown quite and food hard to find. Most people had been driven away by the stories of the monster that lived inside the isolated castle not to mention the people who would go missing in the night.

"Renfield, my old friend, I believe it is time for us to move. The lands are far too quiet for my taste and I grow restless." Vlad's voice came, but there was an odd tone to it. Un-fresh, old, like the youth of his former self had gone and it, in a sense, had with the rarity of blood his body had begun to age as if becoming old. His once wavy locks of midnight hair had crept to silver and was kept in a low pony tail. "Get me Jonathan Harker."

"Yes my Lord." Renfield's voice came from beside his lord. "There is a gift for you in your room Master. I manage to find you a young one." He said hoping to please his Master. Indeed he had and was rewarded with a nod and one of his favorite treats, rats. Vlad had yet to understand why Renfield liked these creatures and not the blood of humans as he had offered him many times before. His always replied "I do not need the blood of humans, I am not worthy of them." or "they are for you, Master."

A months time had passed and soon a black carriage with a nameless coachman had arrived at the castle. In it was one Jonathan Harker, a tall thin boy with light brown hair and there was not much to this boy. His light brown tailored suit clung to his slim body as if trying to make himself appear more muscular then he truly was. Underneath it all Vlad could see how spooked this by really was. "Welcome to my home. Enter freely of your own will and leave some of the happiness you bring."

"Count Dracula?" Harker wondered as he looked upon his older figure. The older mans hair was swept back into a style that was found in the olden times, dressed in fine clothing signifying his great wealth.

"I am Dracula, please come in from the cold, Mr. Harker."

Jonathan steped over the threshold following Dracula's lead into the dining room. "You must be starving from your travels please eat, drink your fill, but you will, I trust, excuse me that I do not join you. I have already dined and I do not drink wine." Vlad smiled as he took a seat out for Jonathan. He sat down and Vlad joined him at the head of the table. Looking around as he ate Johnathan motioned to a portrait on the wall.

"An Ancestor? I see a resemblance." He asked. Painful memories flooded Vlad's mind as he looked to the portrait of his self. One he had managed to save from the first Castle Dracula after his son's natural death and the abandonment of that castle by his grandson who went on to defeat armies and move the Tepes lands.

"The order of the Dracul… the Dragon... an ancient society pledging my forefathers to defend the church and lands against the Turks, enemies of Christ, but that did not end so well for the Turks nor the Order of Dracul." Vlad recounted the visions of the battle and the fall of his wife playing fresh in his mind.

"Oh, yes." Harker snickered earning him a deep growl and what he thought was red eyes flashing at him. Luckily, Vlad regained in his self control before Harker could catch on that there was more to 'Count Dracula' then met the eye.

"It is no laughing matter. We Draculs have a right to be proud. What devil or witch was ever so grate as Attila whose blood flows in these veins?" That may have been a bit more literal then by relationship. "Blood is too precious a thing in these times. The war-minded days are over. Only stories of my ancestors great victories are told now. I am the last of my kind." It was a harsh reminder even to himself that he was all that was left of his great line. He had watched as his line thin out over the 400 years as he kept watch over then, but alas he was the only one left.

"I have offended you with my ignorance, Count. Forgive me." Harker apologized at once. He had not meant to be rude, but he had heard on so many accounts, the stories of the Turks vs The Order of Dracul: The Tale of Monster vs Men. It was ludicrous in his mind.

It was later in the library at New Castle Dracula, that Vlad affixed his seal to the deed to finalize the purchasing of the land in Purfleet, London.

"I do long to walk through the crowded streets of your beautiful city of London. To be caught up in the whirlwind and the rush of humanity, to share its life, its change, its deaths." Needless to say Vlad was a little more then excited to be back among people. The last 100 years of silence had all but drove him mad. Renfield had been his only companion for so long. It was then that Renfield came around the corner carrying two cups of what looked like tea, but Vlad knew better as to what was in his cup.

"I thought you and the young boy would like some tea on his chilly night, my Master." He said as he placed Vlad's cup on the desk beside his chair, keeping the liquid inside out of sight of Jonathan. Then placed Jonathan's at his side. "Can I be of any other service, my Master?"

"It would please me if you would check on Mr. Harker's sleeping arrangements for me, and lock up any door's that should not be entered." Vlad ordered as Renfield nodded and left the room.

As words were exchanged Harker affixed his own signature to the deed. "There. You, Count, are the owner of Carfax Abbey in Purfleet. Congratulations."

"Your firm speaks most highly of your talents. They say you are a man of good taste and that you are a worthy substitute for your predecesser."

"You may rely on me, Count. Forgive my curiosity, but why ten houses in such precise locations around London? Is it to raise the market value?" Jonathan inquired.

Vlad picked up the photograph of Mina that had been lost under mounds of papers.

"Do you believe in destiny, that even the powers of time can be ordered to a single purpose? The luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds true love." Vlad's eyes misted as the face of dear Jonathan's Mina was the face of his beloved Mirena. Vlad now knew for sure that this was the move he needed to make if he wished to reunite with Mirena.

"You found Mina. I thought she was lost. We are to be married as soon as I return. Are you married, Count?" Jonathan's words struck a cord with him and tears slid down his wrinkled face. Vlad too caught up in his thoughts did not hear Jonathan's question.

"Sir, are you married?" Jonathan asked once again.

"I was married once...ages go it seems. She died."

"Oh I am very sorry."
"She was fortunate. My life at best is a mystery. She will no doubt make a devoted wife and you a faithful husband." Vlad handed back the photograph of Mina. "Come, write now, my friend, to your firm and to any loved ones and say that it should please you to stay with me until a month from now." Vlad had to ensure that Jonathan did not get in his way of getting his Mirena back.

"A month? Do you wish me to stay so long?"

"I will take no refusal." Vlad smirked darkly