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Started April 09, 2022 by Deleted user

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@Tired-but-passionate here's the chat. Wanna figure out plot/timeline first?

Yeah sure! Also,,,,, I’m realizing that I might be bad at writing evil stuff so just so you’re aware pfft

Oh no you're good. Mina could be a bit of a conflicted villain type if it helps? Like, less hedonistic and shitty than Dorian but still a bit of an ass?

Yeahhhhh that’s true. It’s just the angst and trauma, combined with uh bloodthirst that makes her do evil stuff

Yeah exactly! And Dorian's influence doesn't exactly help lol. Should we start this with their first meeting or??

Yeahhhhh lol. And yeah! Idk tho, depending on if we’re in England or Romania or somewhere, I might just start with her brooding in Dracula’s castle y’know

Dorian could maybe be visiting Romania, hears a story about a devil vampire woman and goes "let's fuck around and find out"?

Yeah! That’s kinda how the song Eat You Alive works in her playlist

Oh makes sense! Should I start then?

Yeah if you don’t mind?

Np! I'm happy to!

Dorian was visiting Romania, purely out of a need to get out and away from stuffy old London. He was visiting the Transylvania region, and he'd so far had no luck finding anything to do. But that all changed when he was getting wasted in a bar near a mountainous region, the beer tasted like piss and the people were not too friendly to an outsider who seemed just as bad as the monster they kept discussing. But he overheard a group of hunters talking about a castle, with a certain "Transylvanian Terror" hiding within. They were just as foreign as Dorian, but after some questioning he'd heard they'd been dispatched in order to kill this monster hiding in the castle and murdering the young and virginal. Dorian, as he was wont to do, obviously rushed out and away to find more information on this castle. When he gleaned the approximate location from a map, he set off in the direction of the building, and when he found it, the horse he'd traveled with threw him off its back and ran. Well. That was promising.

(Not my best but I'm trying lol.)

(All good bro! We’re all just trying our best at the end of the day)

Though the sun was still hanging above the horizon, Mina decided to wake up early. It was a rather rare occasion, as she liked to sleep a lot these days. It was difficult to find the motivation to do much else, aside from feeding or perhaps helping the wolves with their feeding. And of course, an occasion such as this.
Two young wolves lay curled up next to each other on the bed. Mina sighed, running a hand through her hair. They were siblings, and they seemed to follow her everywhere. Hopefully the rest of the pack was still waiting for them somewhere.
As she slipped out of the bed, they roused. One after the other, they hopped off of the bed, the sound of their paws on the floor making a dull thud. They followed her as she went over to the vanity, grabbed an old hairbrush, and began running it down the length of her hair. She didn’t bother to spend too much time on it, and soon twisted it into a simple, low bun. She didn’t bother to change out of her white nightgown either, and just put on her glasses before turning to the wolves.
“Ana, Demi,” she said. The siblings’ ears perked up, and they looked at her expectantly. Mina couldn’t help but smile a little, even on a day like this, and reached down to pet them. Ana’s tongue stuck out, and Demi’s tail thumped on the floor.
“Good evening to you as well,” she said. “Now go find your mother.”
Eager to please, they both took off. Mina followed, only to get downstairs. By the time she arrived at the main entrance hall, the siblings were long gone. Instead, another wolf was there to meet her. An older one, one of the seasoned hunters. The pack often used the castle as shelter from storms and such, so they were comfortable with coming and going as they pleased. The wolf approached her, his ears standing straight up and his yellow eyes wide. He barked a greeting, and she nodded in reply, her hand running through the brackish fur on his neck as he came beside her.
Her brow furrowed. He seemed alarmed. “What is it, Gri?” She bent down to get closer to him. “A human… 100 yards?” she frowned. “If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll stay away. But I’ll let you and the others handle it, alright? Howl if you need me.”
Instead of going through the main doors, she went out a back entrance. Either way will get her where she wanted to go, but the back way was more inconspicuous. The wolf followed her, and once they were outside, he disappeared into the underbrush.

Dorian wasn't stupid. He had brought weaponry, and he was prepared to use it. Six knives tucked somewhere on his person, two guns with plenty of ammunition, and a sword suitable more for stabbing one in the heart than cutting off limbs, but still useable. When the wolves approached, he waited until he'd gotten close enough to fire a few shots, and with that they were injured enough to fall to the ground pathetically, whimpering in pain like the animals they were. He still had a few shots left in the barrel, he'd modified this gun to hold ten rounds instead of the usual six and he used it to his advantage. Plus, he was immortal, what harm could a few mere wolves pose? With luck, they'd bring him to their master win or lose and he'd get to know the mysterious monster. "Who wants more? I don't give a damn what you do to me, now. I can keep this up." he growled.

Mina hadn’t even made it to the flower meadow when she heard the sound of gunshots. Not long after that, the howls of wolves rose into the air. All the growing grief she felt creeping up her limbs vanished, to be replaced by shock. No one told her the human was armed! Perhaps she’d been a fool, perhaps she should’ve known. It’s not like there wasn’t anyone in the village that wanted to kill her. Often they were just too afraid to try. And then this happens!
Mina ran. She was a fool, she was a fool, she should’ve prepared for this. She was stupid, so so so stupid. Growling at herself, she transformed, and instantly doubled in speed.

The pack reacted quickly. Some dragged the bodies of those injured or helped them to get somewhere safe. The rest stopped the attack, moving to stand their ground together, either to guard those who were retreating, or to block the human’s way. Their hackles were raised, and they growled and snarled at him.
Then another howl pierced the air. Their friend had answered them. A few of them raised the howl again, calling for help.

Dorian used one of the knives to stab a wolf in the eye, ripping it out as he slashed, cut, and bruised, not killing quite yet but making sure these injuries wouldn't be just little nicks in the flesh. Dorian's first objective was clear, find the monster and see if he could get to know it. But now that it seemed less than friendly towards his type, he decided to see if he could kill it. Blood covered his fine clothes, and eventually one of the wolves got the better of him, ripping off his jacket. He winced at the claws in his back, but more than that he wanted revenge for it ruining his coat. He could only speculate this monster was some sort of Werewolf Prime, but he couldn't be sure. The moon was beginning to rise as the sun had disappeared over the horizon, and Dorian killed the wolf with great prejudice. It was one of the older ones, it probably couldn't have kept up the fight much longer. It deserved everything it got, Dorian very well could have been doing it a favor. He stood over its bloody body, and smiled, letting out a small gasp for breath. "Where are you, dear? Mr. Wolf, Mr. Wolf, I'm coming for youuuu~" he said, equal parts dangerous and deranged.

Now arose howls of mourning. A brother has fallen. Like dark lightning, a large, black form shot out of the trees and struck the human in the chest, with every intent to kill. The only things discernible out of its shadowy form were its bared ivory teeth and it’s glaring, blood red eyes. Now having pushed the human to the ground, she dug her claws into his flesh, thinking that she had killed him almost immediately, but no. He was alive. It was impossible, but his heart still seemed to beating. The smell of blood washed over the beast, but she managed to keep her focus. She growled, her teeth ready to strike should the human make a single movement.

Dorian laughed, maniacally, chest rising and falling as he heaved in ragged, bloody breaths. "Hello, you! Why, aren't you gorgeous, you must be the Wolf King now aren't you?" he said between hysterical bursts of laughter, swiftly grabbing a knife and ripping through her stomach with it. It was far from a stake in the chest, it wouldn't kill Mina and it certainly wouldn't do more than mildly annoy her, and besides, Dorian thrived on causing others pain without actually killing them, after all nobody was useful when they were dead.

Certainly not your average human. Mina jerked as blood steadily seeped from her stomach, but just as quickly snapped her jaws around his neck. Sweet, sweet blood met her tongue… and it was tainted with beer. Of course. She immediately separated herself from him, hacking and coughing. Her bloody mouth was full of sharp teeth, and the slathering tongue set in between curled in disgust. It then closed, and she shook her head rapidly. Her form shifted into that of a human, and she turned and climbed up the nearest tree. Her nightgown quickly became stained with dark blood, though she didn’t seem to notice that the wound was already healing itself.
From this view, she saw that it was just her and the human now. The pack had all retreated, even taking the one dead with them. Mina sighed with relief, but kept her eyes on him. She wiped her bloodied mouth, and recalled the taste of it again. Something else besides beer was there, something that even pervaded the human’s scent. The taste and scent of an immortal.

Dorian stared up into the tree, and once his throat had mended itself enough to talk, he said, in a raspy voice "Lovely view up there. And you're a she-demon! What a novelty, darling, really." he grinned, coughing up blood. His shirt had been torn to shreds, and the tatters of it lay beneath him as he moved to pose himself upright on the grass, still healing but at a much faster pace than a normal human would. "Now, if we could speak? You're obviously not going to try and kill me now that you know what I am." he said, wiping himself off from the blood and standing up, his hand really only smearing his and Mina's blood around more than cleaning him off.

Mina’s eyes still burned red. Hatred and the taste of blood, as well as grief for the fallen wolf still smothered her mind. She didn’t even notice as tears began spilling out onto her cheeks. Studying him, she thought she could take him prisoner and hold him in the castle and wait until he was sober to drain his blood, but it was clear he could not be easily incapacitated. Maybe with the help of the other wolves, she could keep him down in one of the dungeons and chain him to a wall.
Then she froze. Speak? It had been so long since she spoke to another person, quite literally decades. She was quiet for a moment. Her eyes still burned. “Leave.”

Dorian shrugged. "No, I think not." he said, most of the alcohol out of his system by now. "Now, we're both monsters of one variety or another. I like that. And, your accent… a bit too English for Transylvania, is it not?" he said. "Why so far out here?" he said, looking up to Mina. Then he realized. Newspaper clippings, old journals, letters, he'd followed the story for a while. "Do you know, by chance, a Dr. Abraham van Helsing?" he said, hoping his comment would meet its mark. There had been a vampire woman named Lucy Westenra, but she had died, hadn't she?