Tragic Dracula

Tragic Dracula

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'Entering a self-help clinic, slaughtering the receptionist, and proclaiming that you are Count Vladimir III, Prince of Wallachia and Impaler of Peasants is not a good thing to do...as I found out last week...' Vlad is a normal thirty something trying to find his way in the world...saddled with a hippie named Moon and a small dog named Sausage...unfortunately, Vlad is a vampire, so pretty much, life sucks for him (no pun intended). How will he survive in a world where the current vampire lord, Dimitri Del Vow is in love with an extroverted Vampire Slayer, Tabitha Hellsing (i.e. the woman of Vlad's dreams!) Will Vlad dare challenge the rules of the vampires and kill his own kind to win the affections of Tabby? Ha-ha, think I'm going to tell you? Well think again...
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*ORIGINAL STORY, WRITTEN IN 2015, COMPLETED & EDITED IN 2016.* BOOK I of the "Making her" Series "The Wolf, the Human & the Vampire" I, Daciana Lupu, was sent to live with my grandmother in Transylvania where I was told not to wander on full-moon nights. I didn't know what it meant until the day of my coming of age. "It smells too sweet...too sweet to be true" I heard the seductive voice of a blood-sucking creature that attacked me in the middle of the night, but... "If you had stayed back home, like an obedient little girl, you would have made my job easier" ...I was saved by another night creature covered in fur. Despite their differences and first intentions, in the end, they had the same goal: make me their belonging. Should I let my self be bitten by the blood-sucking wanderer? Or should I let myself be bitten by the man-beast that roams on full-moon nights? What's my fate?

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