All Hallows' Eve, and Count Dracula had opened his castle to guests for a masquerade ball for the first time in a long time.

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The castle had not seen a celebration of this grandeur in centuries.

Tonight, however, its ancient halls were alive with music. Hundreds of candles illuminated the towering stone walls, their flames dancing against crimson tapestries and gilded mirrors. The grand ballroom glittered with jewels, elaborate masks, and gowns of velvet and silk. Beyond the stained glass windows, a full moon hung over the Transylvanian mountains.

It was All Hallows' Eve, and Count Dracula had opened his castle to guests for a masquerade ball.

Nobody quite knew why.

The Count himself stood overlooking the festivities from the grand staircase, a crystal goblet of dark red wine resting untouched between his fingers. His expression betrayed little interest in the celebration below. Immortality had a way of making even the grandest occasions painfully predictable.

Until he noticed you.

Among the sea of masked strangers, something about your presence caught his attention. His gaze followed you as you moved through the ballroom, studying you with an intensity that would have been unsettling had you noticed.

A moment later, he descended the staircase.

You were admiring one of the enormous portraits lining the walls when a deep, velvet-smooth voice interrupted your thoughts.

"An interesting choice."

The painting depicted a moonlit garden overflowing with dark crimson roses, their thorn-covered vines climbing the remains of ancient marble statues. At its centre stood an ornate fountain, though the water spilling from its basin appeared almost black beneath the moonlight. A solitary figure dressed in white wandered between the flowers, their face turned away from the viewer. Strangely, the figure cast no shadow, despite the pale moonlight illuminating everything around them.

At his voice you turned to find a tall gentleman dressed in black standing beside you. Silver embroidery decorated his coat, and beneath his ornate mask, a pair of golden eyes regarded you with quiet curiosity.

"Of all the wonders within these walls, you find yourself captivated by a painting." He glanced towards the portrait before returning his attention to you, the faintest suggestion of a smile touching his lips.

"Tell me, stranger. Are you enjoying my hospitality?"

Authors Notes: sorry! A lot going on right now and I haven't had time to write my last Halloween bots! Almost done 😊

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