Present day in Gracey's manor. The main owner of the house Gabriel Gracey walked downstairs toward the kitchen. As he arrived there, he saw Mrs. Bernard bending down under the cupboard floor with her head not being visible at this moment.

Half of her body inside the oven as she scrubbed and cleaned inside the oven.

He smiles leaning side of his body at the kitchen frame and watches her doing. He suddenly remembers the first day he met both Mr. and Mrs. Bernard's and Gracey welcoming them with open arms in his manor.

The husband and wife who are desperately looking for a job. He had never forgotten those times they three had together as a family.

Mr. and Mrs. Bernard knew his secret which Gracey had kept for himself for over years. Of course the butler, Mr. Jenkins knows about it.

"Mr. Gracey?" his eyes up to Mrs. Bernard. She stops scrubbing the oven then steps forward. "Do you need anything, Master Gracey?"

He shook head no, said. "Nothing I found, Mrs. Bernard".

"Are you sure? it looks like you need something to feed your hunger". Gracey bites his lips, "I can get that for you if you want, Master Gracey".

Exhaling, he spoke. "No need for it. If you had to, you must kill it for me. So I don't want it to. Perhaps an extra egg sandwich would be better". smile, dragging the chair and sitting.

Mrs. Bernard nods, smiles, and walks to the fridge. He said, "How are you my dear, Mrs. Bernard?" she stops, slowly turns to him.

"When was the last time you asked me that?" she asked.

"A quite long time I remember. I do believe Mr. Bernard is good as well as you".

She brings out the eggs from the fridge to the stove, reaches the frying pan then lights it up on the fire.

"He is. He's been asking you".

"Tell him I am fine. I will send more medical attention if he needs it".

Tapping his finger on the table. Exact moment, he can smell delicious eggs sandwich with cheese around the manor. Frying the bacon and egg making his flat belly vibrate, mouth watering drooling waiting to eat.

Simple dish but tasted so good. Later that, Mrs. Bernard laid the plate right in front of him with the sandwich he requested to be done. He smiles and begins to eat it.

"The only thing I can eat is this". pointing her to the sandwich. "I can't eat anything besides this. The only reason I survive is because of this. I cannot retain the taste of human blood in my mouth. If it does, I will disappear for a long time. I need something to fill inside me beside the blood".

Mrs. Bernard nods understanding, he sighs. "Thank you for your service, Mrs. Bernard".

"I do remember when you reveal your secret to me and my husband as we know it already".

Gracey blink, she smile. "That why we came long way in here for you, we serve you as our master. We were so poor that we couldn't manage ourselves, hungry day and night. We should seek a shelter but end up we changing our plan".

"You didn't even flinch after I said that I was the dracula. You seem to be smiling about it".

"I do. Of course. Is the way you can help us for our revenge. We were so young, Master Gracey, our townsfolk banished us from their villages".

Snickering, he spoke, "And I kill them all. The whole village I guess. I never let any witnesses alive that day".

"We thank you, Master Gracey".

"What makes them banish you from their village?"

Shrug, "Our marriage wasn't a blessing. We both were eighteenth. There a rumor say my husband raped the young woman as I became a whore. They don't accept the whore and the rapist in their village".

"Which you both didn't do". Mrs. Bernard nodded her head weakly. "Served them. I killed them all!"

She smiles proudly, finally her revenge towards the villagers is served. "Thank you for this delicious egg sandwich, Mrs. Bernard".

"If you need it. It is inside the freezer down in the basement. Just go down there and enjoy the taste of that red".

Smirking, "Where did you get?"

"I get what I want. I own my life to you, Master".

"I am a Dracula. I'll say welcome. It was raining that day when you both came to me. I hired you two and you met Mr. Jenkins the butler. He served me for more than a year. I am grateful to have all of you with me".

Gracey, clicking his tongue, spoke back.

"But they don't understand what I am trying to do to protect my wife even though she betrayed me. A rumor saying "I kill her and that journalist woman knows it".

She reached his cold hand. He looked up at her, didn't shoved her hand away from him nor did he flinch as she touched his skin.

"What?" he asked her.

"Don't do it".

"Do what?"

"That journalist woman. Will she come back?"

Gracey sighs harder than shakes his head.

"No she will not. She got what she wanted. There is no way she is coming back here without business. She got my interview in person. According to my profession, how dare she come in here without knowing what kind I am".

"She will freak out if she finds out that you are the dracula".

"Indeed". Gracey snickering. "My special guest is coming today and I want you to be prepared".

Mrs. Bernard nodded. "Usual special guest, Master?"

"Yes. That usual special guest".

Mrs. Bernard chuckled, "Almost forgot how he looked. Still charming I guess".

Gracey nodded, "Ah, before I forgot to tell him to meet me in my library first". he pushed the chair. "There is a lot to discuss". as he walks. "To the future!" then he's gone.

Mrs. Bernard continued doing her chores after Gracey left the kitchen.

Before the special guest is coming. Gracey held the book and pacing around the room while reading. A book that he will not stop reading over and over again, a history that he will not forget the origin of where he came from.

He was living for ages, so did the butler and people who lived in the manor.

Pages by pages he flipped and it stopped in the middle of the chapter of the book. Inside it there is a picture of a young woman standing at the parapet looking out the view as his finger touches the figure and his smile fades away.

He then shut the book and put it back inside the shelves where it came from, noticing someone had been standing right behind him.

And it was Grayson. He was smiling. "Still thinking about her aren't you?" he said circling around the room. Gently Gracey turned to him. "Was it sad to think of it".

"Alexander". Gracey bowed to him. "Welcome home". Grayson dragged the chair and sat, so did Gracey.

In 1921, a twenty year old wealthy young man Gabriel Gracey from Chicago travels to the borderland of Spanish laying on the ground after he saves himself from the Cholera diseased where the boat he was in with others people were infected that include him.

Everyone is dead beside him. Traveling to Spain was a family business thing to do until the virus suddenly spread widely.

Gracey laid flat on the middle of nowhere shores counting down for his death and wishing to give a last note to his parents before dying.

As he slowly closes his eyes Grayson shows up with smirking and saves him from his own alternative death.

And here is Gabriel Gracey. Alive, with his creation master Alexander Grayson together in one room. He smiled.

"How nice to meet you again, Master, how's your journey?"

"Changeling. Thank you for inviting me here, Renfield told me she's dead. Did you turn her in?" Gracey shook no. "I see she's dead then. Completely. That is good to hear because I don't want you to turn someone into like us. A monster".

"You wanna know how she died?"

"Better not be. I know already. Is she here already?" Gracey nod yes, "So she got what she wanted".

Gracey nodded again, said. "Thank you but I urmm... why are you doing this, Alexander why Ms. Destler".

"Because she's the mother of my reincarnated wife, I want you out of this misery. You deserve to live like normal people do as I do or you rather people talking about you that you killed your own wife, which is not her murderer".

Sigh, "We are the monster, Alexander you must remember that who turned me into".

"She betrayed your love for another man, Gracey, he killed her and you did her a favor".

They were silent for a moment. Grayson spoke back.

"You rip that man out of your rage for the woman you love and you even lie to Ms. Destler that you say it was the animal that killed him. The truth was you".

Gracey leaned back, sigh. He spoke. "My dear wife doesn't know I am Dracula".

"And yet she doesn't love you. You shouldn't marry her".

His eyes to Grayson. "I slowly watched my parents die day after day, Alexander that day I came home after you turned me and the news about my death (wiped his blood tear) how I missed them both!

"Do tell me why you chose her because of what? to get her daughter".

Grayson snickering, "You will get more interesting".

"Her daughter is beautiful. I've seen your wife's portrait and she looks just like hers". Grayson was staring at him, he noticed. "I will not cross over you, Alexander she's yours".

Grayson laid his finger under the chin and rubbed it. "You should read the news. She posted it".

"I already did that. Humans believe I killed my wife. Isn't it pathetic? I can kill the whole town if I want to but I just don't. Humans will hunt me down". chuckle. "So tell me what she likes".

Grayson nodded slowly, "Completely her. You will not know Josette but I do know my wife. She wasn't just like my wife, she is my wife".

"So she is then. What will you do to her if she knows who you are? I mean what you are".

"No one can know that, including her".

Gracey smiles, "What if she finds out, Alexander you can't. She is the daughter of the journalist. I've been doing my research about this family and her mother is a very ambitious woman that you couldn't deny how incredible she is".

"I don't care about her mother, I just care about her daughter!"

"Should I remind you then, Alexander, she is not your Josette. No matter how hard you try to convince yourself she is still... Josette will not return to you".

Grayson pushed the chair and stood in front of the mantelpiece. Deep inside his eyes he sees the fireplace is dancing and the music he could hear from his ears as he closes his eyes.

The images of his wife figure, the war and her death. He lost his mind and cursed under the Christ name with the power of darkness he shall rise from the grave and live.

There is no God beside him. He is God!

"She is Gabriel. I am drawn into her. I scent her, she is in New york".

"I know. I've been told by her mother. New York, what a biggest, taller building in the sky and you were there without her noticing. What will you get after you do that?".

Grayson, smirking, "To get to see her everyday and every night. I will not live in peace until I get what I want".

"Alright. You are my guest for a day and I haven't seen you for twenty years". He walked to Grayson, patted his shoulder. "Mrs. Bernard is missing you dearly".

"Is she still alive?" Gracey nod yes. "And her husband?"

"Quite alive if you ask".

"What about Lydia? and Mr. Mills".

Gracey leads Grayson out from the library, they are now walking through the miserable down to hall until they stood at the parapet and saw Lydia helping Mr. Mills at the garden.

Lydia and Mr. Mills look up and bow to Grayson and Gracey, resuming their chores helping each other out.

"She's still mute isn't she?" asked Grayson to Gracey. "What kind of mother will do such a thing towards her daughter".

"I just found her, which I remember. I killed her mother!"

Grayson smirks proudly toward his creation, said. "She deserves that you slit her throat and drain her blood. You didn't even share with me either".

"I regret. Wasn't sweet either, it's salty and had high cholesterol. Lots of fats, I can not imagine how she walks around with that body. Lucky Lydia she... not like her mother".

Grayson nod agrees, Lydia Claire was born to Mr. and Mrs. Carmen the farmers in courtesy villages in England.

Gracey first met Lydia when her mother Gibby Carmen tried to kill her by poisoning Lydia with a milk she was about to drink. Her mother loses the husband to another woman and Lydia is her mother's abusive child.

Since her father left, Gibby is responsible for raising Lydia all by herself. When she sees Lydia it reminds her of her father.

Gracey just walked past their crop and he saw that happen. He didn't hesitate to kill Lydia's mother right in front of her and took Lydia in.

Lydia didn't hate Gracey even after he killed her mother. She abandoned England, her courtesy villages and lived with him in manor right after the Bernard's moved in.

"She owns you her life you know that, Gabriel". said Grayson, he sighs. "Whatever!"