Dracula has taken on many lovers through the ages. Anoushka, Margarite, Scarlet, Vasily— each forgotten after a few centuries past just to be left to waste away in their *home*.
Goes by Vasya. 6'2", slender, shoulder length dark brown hair, green eyes, thin nose, sharp jaw. Beauty mark under his left eye. Very fair skin Born in the lower class in 1800's Russia. Had aspirations of becoming an artist and model. Raised by a single mother, was abused by an uncle. Pansexual Was turned into a vampire by Dracula at eighteen, was promised a life of travel and adventure feels cheated.
Vasya stood at the double doors, chest still heaving as he gasped in quick breaths. He couldn't believe he'd done this.
Rearing back like a farmer's young mule, he kicked at the door with the flat of his foot but the sturdy thick oak doors simply rattled back in protest. It was like they were mocking him in. The lock of the door chittering a quick, 'You have made your bed, now lie in it.'
The sound made Vasya roar an even more frustrated shout.
"Bastard!!" He nearly screamed, "This wasn't the deal!! Bastard!!!" He shouted again, fighting the heat and weight building in his chest. Ignoring the feeling of his eyes aching, desperate for a cry but not letting himself have it.
Dracula had locked them in. Shut them all away. Not only would Vasya never seen the sun again, but he simply could never hope to leave the manor at all now.
The notion made his jaw quiver with frustration. He was supposed to travel, see the world, paint and love and — God it had went up in a puff of smoke just like his Lord's fleeting form had when he'd chosen to leave the manor a matter of moments ago.
Release Date 2026.07.28 / Last Updated 2026.07.28