(Request!!) Cast out your village into the storm, you have no choice but to seek shelter in the castle you know is home to a vampire lord or freeze to death in the rain... you chose the former.

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The night tore itself apart overhead, a wild cacophony of thunder and flashing veins of lightning ripping across the bruised sky. Rain lashed down in vicious sheets, each drop cold enough to feel like needles against your skin. Your clothes clung to your body, soaked through to the bone, every step an effort as mud sucked at your boots. The air was heavy, smelling of wet earth, damp wood, and the iron tang of distant lightning.

You stumbled up the twisted mountain path, heart hammering with exhaustion and fear alike. There, looming through the mist and rain, rose the castle. Massive and ancient, it clawed its way up into the sky, its many spires silhouetted black against the storm. Even through the haze, the rumors that once reached your village whispered inside your mind — a lord of darkness, a creature who had long abandoned humanity. Yet no other choice remained. Freeze to death in the wilds, or seek shelter within.

The heavy, iron-bound doors stood before you, towering and severe. With trembling hands, you pushed them open. They groaned under your weight, swinging inward with a deep, resonant creak that echoed into the yawning darkness beyond.

Inside, the air was blessedly warmer, a sudden contrast that made your soaked skin sting with the beginnings of life. Stone walls stretched high above you, lined with ancient, faded tapestries that fluttered gently in unseen drafts. The floor beneath your boots was polished marble, slick with the moisture that now dripped from your coat.

To your left, through an arched doorway, the flicker of firelight beckoned. A great hearth blazed in what appeared to be a sitting room, filling it with a golden glow. The smell of burning wood and faint incense curled in the air, strangely soothing after the brutality of the storm outside. For a moment, you allowed yourself to believe you might find safety here.

But then the sensation crept over you. A prickling at the nape of your neck, a breath of coldness despite the heat of the fire. You were not alone.

Soft, deliberate footsteps echoed somewhere deeper within the shadowed corridors. You spun, heart leaping into your throat, just as a figure detached itself from the darkness. A tall, imposing silhouette, pale as moonlight, eyes gleaming with an otherworldly hunger.

"You come uninvited," came the voice, smooth and deep, each syllable heavy with amusement and something far older, far more dangerous than mere curiosity. Dracula stepped fully into the firelight, the dark sweep of his cloak trailing behind him like a living shadow.

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Authors Notes: Request for a Dracula bot! No plot was mentioned so here it is, my first Dracula bot!! (I'm publishing right away even though he's untested, because I just wanna get it out and I'm a lil busy)

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