#dracula starter

The Elder Vampire looked over the city from the rooftop. It had nearly been two hundred years since he had last walked among the living, since Van Helsing had slain him and his brides. But now he had gathered the strength to crawl out of hell back to the mortal realm. Was Van Helsing foolish enough to believe that he would never return? If so, he underestimated the power of a Faustian bargain.

But for now, he was weak. He needed to feed and create a brood. But most of all he wished to hunt.  

Renfield nervously fiddled with the edge of the table cloth. His terrified eyes glancing at the people around the bar. He had to find someone. Anyone. He could not go back empty handed to his master. He needed a new victim for Dracula. His master needed to feed. He could not go back to his lair and face the elder vampire’s wrath. 

The pressure was too much. He could not take it. He needed air. Now. As he scrambled to get up and leave the bar Renfield stumbled. And bumped into a stranger. 

“Oh god! I am so sorry” he rambled.