"Dracula has powers that give him an advantage. One of which is the ability to create his own army." David pointed out.

"Those he turned only inherited strength, speed, and of course, the hunger for blood. Very few have more abilities than that." Smee said.

Emma thought of some of the vampire movies she had seen.

"Reading minds? Controlling people? That's not typical?"

"Those who manifest other skills usually have a hint of such talent as a human. The turning allowed them to tap in and strengthen such skill."

"So let's hope that if Dracula does create an army, that none of them develop special powers." Killian sighed.

"Princess Emma has powers of her own." Leroy reminded everyone. "She's got magic. All she has to do is send beams of light at the vampires and they can't get near her. Or anyone that's with her."

"You're forgetting how fast they are. We don't want a horde surrounding Emma and draining her dead before she has a chance to conjure her magic."

"Dracula won't allow any of the other vampires to feed on Emma. He's kind of selfish and possessive in that regard. No one touches a potential bride."

"That works in our favor. If he won't want anyone laying a hand on Emma, then he will most likely always be alone when he goes after her."

"Not exactly. He's done it before. He sent some of his female minions to distract the hunting party after him while he seduced Mina."

"That hunting party was entirely made up of men." Snow correctly guessed. "We're not going to be as easily distracted."

"My, my, my, you have quite the spirit. It would be most enjoyable, I think, to have you as my bride as well."

Everyone turned, in shock, in the direction of the voice. Drake emerged from the shadowed back hallway of the diner.

"What's with all of the pretty boys of this town being overly dramatic?" Leroy gruffed with a roll of his eyes.

Ignoring the dwarf, Drake stepped closer. "Immortality would ensure that your loveliness never fades away."

A ball of white light hit the vampire, causing him to hiss and step back.

"Stay away from my mother, you prick." Emma warned, holding up her hands that held balls of white light.

"Oh, don't be jealous, my love. I am fully capable of pleasuring many women."

But as crooning and seductive as he made his voice sound, he was still hit with multiple beams of light.

"I am not your love. I'm his." Emma tilted her head toward her pirate. "And even if you were the last man in existence, I wouldn't be with a creep like you."

"I warned you. Your pursuit of the savior is ill advised."

Dracula shot a glare toward his former minion. "I have no choice in the matter. I require a bride. And only a special type of lady will do."

His gaze traveled to Emma. His eyes slowly moved over her form. Certain that if a pirate had been able to seduce her, then a powerful vampire noble could seduce her away from the pirate.

He just needed to show her he had more poise, elegance and class then a dirty drunken pirate.

"Her scent is warm and sweet, like fresh honey on a summer's day. It calls to me like nothing else has."

"Such a shame you're wearing that silver necklace. Your throat is lovely enough without something around it."

Emma noticed Draked tongue slip out slightly, wetting his lips as his eyes focused too intently on her neck.

Killian understood the draw to Emma's scent. And a man would have to be blind to not appreciate her beauty. But while Dracula wanted to own Emma, Killian wanted to cherish her.

"Come near her lovely throat and your's will be severed in half." Killian growled, pointing his saber at The Count.

Drake was growing frustrated. Not only did the savior not seem at all interested, but she actually seemed to be getting annoyed with him.

The pirate was making things more difficult by insisting on talking.

Seeing that he wasn't going to get anywhere with so many people around, he took his leave, but with one more word he hoped would entice the savior.

"Think of what I said. Eternal beauty. You will never grow old. You will never die. And you will remain powerful. Forever."

But Emma was not someone who would allow fancy parting words.

"I think I'd rather die."

Letting out a huff of irritation that his exit had been ruined, he sped away.

Charming looked at his wife. "I know we're usually supposed to help and at least try to redeem the villains we face. But right now, I would much rather just drive a stake through Dracula's heart."

Snow, moving closer to her husband, thinking of the perverted things the vampire implied, surprised several people when she said, "I was just wondering if several silver tipped arrows shot at him would do the trick."

"His pale chest would be an easy target. I don't know why he keeps his shirt unbuttoned. It's not like he has any chest hair to show off." Killian grumbled.

Fighting back her laughter, Emma wrapped her arms around her foolishly jealous lover's neck, soothing him with a wide grin. "I know, baby. He just doesn't understand a vampire could never be as sexy as a pirate."

"I know when you're mocking me, Swan." He growled.

But he still smiled at her good natured teasing.

Dracula grew more irritated. He stuck to the shadows as he made his way to his hidden home.

Emma Swan was as hard headed as she was beautiful. Nothing he had said seemed to have any affect on her.

Drake was determined to have Emma for himself. But seducing her away from her pirate was proving more difficult then he had anticipated.

None of the other brides had given him so much trouble.

He realized that he needed a different technique to obtain the powerful beauty.

An Idea came to him that maybe the best way to capture the savior was to turn her lover into a vampire.