Everyone knows Dracula's story. The one of the oldest Victorian vampire that ever existed. He, has many names. One call him a monster. Others, a lover. He once was driven by love and fascination for his wife, hundreds of years ago. She died, and with her, his beloved son. Dracula has given himself over to darkness. He turned into the devil, a monster that appeared in everyone's nightmares. Now, in the dark streets of London in 1850, a city that has been cursed by the black death not so long ago, he catches a glimpse of her again. Of his Mina. In the arms of another. Will Dracula get his Mina back or will darkness, anger and pure rage overpower him?