Disclaimer: I do not own NBC's Dracula characters in any way, just my OC.

2 years later

It's a bright and sunny August day and one of the newest Order members (they do not keep very long anymore) was taking M to her new foster home (she has a slight issues staying in one foster home for long periods of time). M wore a simple pink dress that looked like it belonged to a maid and this was to keep unwanted...people away. Order members keep coming and going because vampires are flooding the city, along with order members not following the rules. Then there's M. M just can't stay in one home for long because she either comes home late from vampire "hunting" or the Order member that is hosting her, mysteriously goes missing and is found dead.

As M and the Order member who was escorting her, arrived at the grand house in which M was to stay, so did the very man who lived in the house. He beckoned the Order member over to him; the Order member walked over to him, and began talking, meanwhile not looking at M or even saying a word to her. Once the Order member left, the man who lived in the grand house looked at M and said, "My name is Jonathan Harker. Please call me Mr. Harker. What do you wish to be called, Miss May...May..."

M looked him in the eye but quickly looked away and slowly said, "Mayeura, but don't call me that. As you can see, it's hard to pronounce. Call me M please, Mr. Harker."

"Swell. Now, let's go inside."

Mr. Harker took a key out from his pocket of his black suit and unlocked the door. On the inside, the house was even grander. Mahogany coloured walls, chocolate coloured wood floor, and big stair case going in a spiral along the wall. Mr. Harker closed the door and motioned for M to follow him as he carefully, yet quickly went up the stairs. He lead her up the stairs, took a right at the top to a long hallway, walked about 10 steps forward, then opened the first door on the left. In the room was a bed under an oval window, a desk to the right as you walk in, a wardrobe just outside the bathroom door, but a little to the left, and an on-suite bathroom. Mr. Harker turned around and left the room. M turned around, closed the door, walked across the room to the bed, laid down on the bed without removing the covers, and fell asleep.

The next morning, M was woken up before 8 A.M. by Mr. Harker. M was not happy at all; as she did not get the amount of sleep her body needs to function. Also, if M doesn't get enough sleep, people get hurt and randomly go missing. So, M just decided to quickly get under the covers, pull them over her, and put the down-feather pillows on top of her head, but Mr. Harker pulled the covers off, along with the pillows, and threw them both across the room. Mr. Harker said, "M, you will get up. The Order has a job for you."

M sat up and angrily said, "Don't care."

Mr. Harker looked shocked. "You'd disobey the Order?"

M rolled her eyes. She replied with sass, "Unlike you, I'm not part of the Order. I just do what they say most of the time because they gave me a home. If I had choice, most Order members would be..." Mr. Harker gave M a stern look, "Would be wishing I worked for them."

Mr. Harker rolled his eyes. "Fine, just read the letter they sent about the job. It's on your desk. Oh, please be down for breakfast in 15 minutes."

Mr. Harker left and M stood up. M looked around the room for the bathroom door, as she didn't really pay attention to where it was the night before, saw the open door, the letter on the desk, and then she found the bathroom door, along with wardrobe. She walked over to the wardrobe, opened the double doors of the oak wardrobe, and inside where her vampire "hunting" clothes. Her vampire "hunting" outfit includes: short sleeved metal armor top, with a blank tank top underneath, the bottom half of a formal dress she used to wear, but deemed it pointless, with skin tight pants underneath, gold wrist pieces, with open spaces, and her choice of purple sandals or male shoes, which are black, lace up, shoes. Then there is her sword, which is something to not get into.

Once M changed, she went into her bathroom. The bathroom was a fair size. As you first walk in you see the square sink as it's across the room from the door, with a mirror above it, to the left, is the toilet and across the room, was the bathtub. M walked to the sink and turned the cold water on first, then the hot water. As the water was heating up, M turned around, walked out, turned to the left, and went to the wardrobe. She grabbed the washcloth from the left hand side on the bottom of the wardrobe, and went back into the bathroom. As M reached the sink, she put the washcloth underneath tap of running water, to get it wet, and then she took it out, and scrubbed it against her face.

After M was done washing herself, she put her dirty clothes in her wardrobe and went downstairs, but shortly after getting down the stairs, but got lost. M yelled, "Mr. Harker?!"

Mr. Harker comes out of a door just to the left of where M was standing. He said, "Probably should've mentioned, it's easy to get lost, but once you know the way, you never get lost again."

M calmly said, "Well, had I been shown the house, I'd be fine. Also, I wouldn't be too sure about not getting lost again, I tend to not pay attention to where I am or going."

Mr. Harker didn't reply, but rolled his eyes. He opened the door, M walked to the door and into the dining hall, and Mr. Harker closed the door behind himself as he walked in.

M was frantically running through the night and was looked behind herself to make sure she wasn't being followed. M had been vampire "hunting", but came across one of the few who wanted her dead.

M quickly came to a stop in an "abandoned" alley and hid behind a couple of barrels, just to the left of her. She breathes a sigh of relief as she knelt down, but it didn't last long, as she was suddenly thrown across the alley. M landed on the other side of the alley, her back on the concrete, unable to move. Then I figure comes over her, kneels down on the right side of M, turns her head ever so carefully and slightly to the left, fangs now visible, and the now obvious vampire, bites her neck. M starts screaming and feels like she is burning from the inside out. M is struggling to break freer from the figure, but suddenly stops, not just from the loss of blood, but from the vampire being ripped off of her. M's head was still tilted to the left and all she could see was vampire being ripped apart, along with the vampire's arm right now next her. Before M passed out, another figure kneeled down over her, took a needled out from what looked like thin air, plunged it into her neck, and when the needle was taken out, M could now clearly see that it was the vampire venom. She could also clearly see the man who was now picking her and it wasn't someone the Order approved of. It was none other than Alexander Greyson. Then, M passed out from the amount of blood loss.

Alexander Greyson looks at M in his arms and whispers, in his American accent as he was not sure if there were people listening, "I'm sorry I took so long...and for the needle."

Then from the shadows, Renfield comes out and says, "Sir, we need to leave. I'll dispose of the vampire body," Renfield see's M in Alexander Greyson's arms, but quickly looks to the vampire body, "Is that...that..."

Alexander Greyson looked at the vampire body and said, "Yes, yes it is Renfield. Now, take care of that and when you're done, get Mr. Harker."

Renfield looks startled. "Mr. Harker, sir?"

"Yes, I have...I just need to talk to him. Now, clean up. I'll meet you back the house. I need to hurry back and clean..." Alexander Greyson trails off, but quickly regains his thoughts, "This girl up. Hopefully, she doesn't remember anything."

"And if she does sir?"

"Let's not worry about it right now."

At that, Renfield started to clean the body up and Alexander Greyson leaves to go to his house. Alexander Greyson runs at his vampire speed, so he cannot be seen and to get back to his mansion faster.

M woke up 2 house later, in a silver satin night gown, in bed pushed against a wooden wall, to the right of the bed she was in was a fire (in a big mahogany fire place), and a man she recognized from earlier that night, Alexander Greyson, sitting in an arm chair. M sat up a little and jerked back, but as she did so, she painfully said, "Ow, ow, ow, ow,"

Alexander sat up a little straighter, put his left hand on her right shoulder, and gently pushed M back down on the bed. In his American said, "Don't move, it will only hurt more."

M looked scared. She frantically said, "What...why..."

"What happened, depends on what you remember. As to why your here, I brought your here after...after I found you wounded."

M hesitated before answering. "I remember being bitten by a vampire, while screaming in pain, someone tearing him to shreds, and you picking me up...I think putting a needle into my neck, before I passed out."

"Vampire?" Alexander Greyson tried, with ease, to look puzzled.

At that moment M realized what she had said. "Did I say vampire? I meant...oh, who I am kidding? You know about vampires. I, I, I can see it on your face."

Alexander Greyson smiled. "Yes I do. Now, what is your name? I mean your full name, not M. I know you go by M thanks to my...employee, Mr. Harker."

Now it was M's turn to look puzzled, but she tried not too and she thought it best not to say anything. Alexander Greyson saw this and asked, "Is your full name...Mayeura, by chance?"

M looked him in the eyes, smirked, and replied, "Yes it is. How do you know?", M started to get excited, "You a friend of my father's? Also, you're the first person I've met in a long time that can pronounce my name, other than me."

Alexander Greyson smiled. "I am your...father's friend. Now rest, you need it."

Alexander Greyson stood up and started to leave, but stopped and tuned around to face M as she said, "Mr. Greyson, if I were you, get rid of Mr. Harker."

He looked slightly puzzled. He replied, "Why?"

"Have you heard of the Order...Draco, I believe it's called?"

Alexander Greyson started to get angry, but held it back as much as he could, as to not let M see. "All too well my dear, all too well. Rest now."

With that, Alexander Greyson turned and left, cussing underneath his breath about how much he hates himself for being late.