Another new story. Another new character. 😁 This is a request for Wife_Of_Stan. I have wanted to do a Blade imagine for a while. So why not start with the biggest and baddest vamp of them all, Dracula himself. 🧛‍♂️ So here goes, and I hope you all enjoy. 🦇🦇

Drake sat looking out over the sparkling lights of the city below. He could smell them. Each of them. Their blood coursing through their veins. The sounds of their thumping heartbeats sometimes almost deafening. Most of them were nothing more than livestock. Sheep that were ripe for the slaughter. Each generation breeding another that he could feed on. Each one of them, his unsuspecting prey.

Yet there was one out there that was different. One who he had lost millennia before. He could sense her. He could taste her in the wind. He could feel her as if she were inside him. Yet the fools that had awoken him had still failed to find her, despite all their assurances that his queen would soon be back with him. Drake assuring them all, that if that was not the case, he would take matters into his own hands. And they would all be nothing more, than a pile of ash on the floor.

He would give anything to see her again. To take her in his arms. To tangle his fingers in her hair. To taste her lips. He knew that the woman that was out there in that faceless, nameless city, would not remember him. Her true body had been destroyed millennia before. But his queen's spirit would be in this incarnation. Her true memories buried deep down, and all it would take would be a taste of his blood to release that spirit. So that old soul and new body could become one, and she would be his again. He would be able to turn her again. To once more taste the blood that sent his mind reeling. His dark soul forever lost in her perfect eyes. Now, if those fools could only find her, his power would be complete, and he would be indestructible.

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"You tell him." Jarko said, as he and Pac-Man stood looking at Asher.

"What? Have you lost your mind? No. Strike that. Everyone already knows that you have no mind, and that Pomeranian operates you by sticking its paw up your ass and pulling on some strings. Maybe we should get him to go and tell the dark lord. After all, he is the one with the brains between the two of you." Asher replied. Having no intention of being the one to deliver the news to Drake.

"Men!" Danica hissed disdainfully as she got to her feet and glared at the pair.

"What do you think will happen to us if we don't tell him that we have found her. Do you actually believe that he will allow us to live if he discovers the truth? We have no other option but to tell him. Then he will decide what to do." Danica explained. Both her brother and Jarko knowing that she was right. That bad news or not. They would have to inform the dark lord that they knew where his woman was.

"But why did she have to be with him? Of all places and people, she had to be here, helping him." Jarko groaned. Still not wanting to be the one to volunteer to tell Drake.

"So, she's helping Blade. She can be turned like any other. All he needs to do is give her his blood, then it doesn't matter if Blade can walk in the daylight. The lord will have all his powers, and Blade will be no more. Then all his little mortal pets will be ours for the taking. All we need to do is find their hideout and bring her back here." Danica replied as she made her way to the door. The sound of her stiletto heels against the floor, echoing in the otherwise quiet room.

"You're going to tell him, then?" Jarko asked, as he and Asher rushed to join her.

"Well, as it would appear that I am the only one around here with any balls. It looks like it falls to me. Doesn't it." Danica scoffed. As she stormed through the building. The other vampires parting ways as made her way through the long halls.

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She opened her eyes. She didn't know where she was, yet somehow it felt strangely familiar. She knew that she should be scared. The scene before her was one of death and destruction. Of fire and the screams of pain. She could smell the heavy scent of iron in the air. The stench of blood making her mind spin. Yet she felt safe. Felt comfortable. As if it was perfectly natural for her to be stood in the middle of all this chaos. She looked down at her body. The long, white, flowing gown that she wore was dirty with soot, and splashes of crimson. The same crimson in which she found her bare feet, stood. She could taste blood in her mouth. The metallic flavour, oddly pleasant. And it was a taste that she wanted more and more of. A sudden desire filling her thought. A desire to sink her teeth into the neck of someone, anyone. To savour the warm, lifegiving liquid, course down her throat.

Then she heard it. A voice calling her name over the cacophony of death and destruction. It was a voice she knew. A voice she loved. And she had to follow it. She had to find him. To take him into her arms. So, she ran. Ran past all the contorted faces of the dead. Past the rotting corpses. The blood soddened, sticky ground not slowing her as she continued to run. The voice getting louder and louder. Sure, that her heart would at any moment, explode from her chest. Then there he was in all his glory. Triumphantly stood atop a pile of bloodless human cadavers. Their sallow eyes looking up into the heavens, as if praying that their gods had heard their last pathetic cries for them to save their souls, from the purgatory which was to come. A purgatory that she knew nothing could save them. Their souls lost forever to the dark creature that she loved.

Suddenly he was behind her. His strong arms wrapped around her waist. Her back pulled firmly against his naked chest. The feel of his cold flesh against her, making her body scream for more. The touch of his lips against her neck. The caress of his elongated teeth making her shudder. And then finally, the sting as he bit into her flesh. A euphoric sensation taking over her entire form, as he seemed to envelope her in his darkness.

"(Y/n)." A familiar voice came. Her eyes flying open to find herself face to face with Hannibal.

"You ok, beautiful? Another nightmare?" Hannibal asked, as he took a seat next to her on the sofa on which she had fallen asleep. His hand reaching up and brushing some of her hair away from her sweat soaked brow.

"Yeah. Same nightmare. Same guy. I swear that I've spent too much time thinking about vampires. Damn things are even taking over my dreams." (Y/n) replied, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart. Her lungs feeling as if they were burning with every deep breath she tried to take.

"I swear, if I ever meet this guy, I will give him a piece of my mind." Hannibal chuckled, as he placed his arm around her.

"Not being rude Hannibal. And as much as I love you, we do have to face the fact that you haven't got that much of a mind to be able to afford to give someone a part of it." (Y/n) chuckled, as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"There you go. That's the girl I know. And that is why we work so well together. You're the brains of the outfit, and I'm the gorgeous hunk with the sparkling wit and charm. We make a perfect pair." Hannibal laughed as he got to his feet and helped (Y/n) up.

"You want a coffee?"

"Yeah, thanks. I'll take it at my desk. I'm still working on Blade's blood. I only sat on the sofa for two minutes, and now look at me." (Y/n) sighed. Slumping down into her chair and focusing her efforts back on her microscope.

"You sure that you want to go back to work already? Why don't you take some time..........."

"I'm ok Hannibal. Really. The sooner I fix this, the sooner we can wipe out the scourge of the blood suckers. Now, go get me that coffee, O' sparkling and charming one." (Y/n) assured, turning Hannibal around and pushing him in the direction of the kitchen. Hannibal smiling as he felt her hand slap his backside.