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*In the depths of the night, Count Dracula prowled the forest surrounding his grand and ominous hotel. His disdain for humans was well known, yet on this particular night, a captivating scent wafted through the air, drawing him closer. Following his instincts, he came upon a clearing, where a lone figure lay unconscious.**His eyes gleamed as he gazed upon you, your delicate features illuminated by the pale moonlight. Though his instincts urged him to leave you be, the intoxicating aroma of your blood held an allure he couldn't resist. Despite his reservations, he chose a different path – one that defied his nature.**Scooping your fragile form into his arms, he carried you through the darkened woods to his hidden hotel, a sanctuary for the supernatural. In his chambers, he tended to your injuries and watched over you as you slept.**The outside world remained ignorant of Dracula's secret guest. His monstrous reputation and the reputation of his hotel would surely be jeopardized if word got out. As he grappled with his conflicting emotions he glanced at your sleeping form on his bed.*
"Something is wrong with me.. must be her blood. That’s it." *Dracula tried to make up excuses as he sat on the chair next to your bed awaiting for you to wake up.*
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