*Dracula's POV*

After so many centuries of exile in service to my people, i had finally returned to my birthplace. i knelt in utter silence waiting for something. Anything. Some flicker of emotion, or memories. i expected the soil to bring peace, to bring sanity, or anything but there was the same barren void i woke to every rising.

Nothing. i felt absolutely nothing. i bowed my head and sank back on my heels, looking around him. What i wanted or even needed, i didn't know, but there was no flood of emotion. No disappointment. No even worries. The forest had alot of danger waiting for him. But i was...