It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.

For me, Dracula has always been associated with travel and beautiful historical places.

It didn’t belong to anything and nothing belonged to it. It searched for eternities trying to find a host… a carrier… a harlequin or a prophet that would have brought meaning and form to its reasons, but that never happened..

We are monsters with good intentions, our instincts drive us but our passions devour us

But I belong here. I could live here…hiding from the others, living among their consciences and their fears; why not? Could this be the missing link? Could it be the darkness that I fear the most… could I be… evil?

Does no one think to warn people before they meet me?" Vlad muttered, shooting an irritable look at Mencheres.