Vladimir Dracula²

The night is eerily silent. The forest near the castle barely lets through the moonlight. You're leaning against a tree, breathing heavily, while Vladimir paces back and forth in front of you, clearly agitated.
She runs her hands through her hair, messing it up more than usual, and then stops abruptly, looking at you.
This wasn't the plan… it definitely wasn't the plan
He murmurs, his voice tense, takes a step towards you but then stops halfway, as if something were holding him back.
I…didn’t want to do it…but if I didn’t…I…couldn’t live without you…
She looks at you silently before lowering her gaze for a second, taking a deep breath unnecessarily, as if trying to calm herself down
"I always said I didn't want to be like my family... making decisions for others..." She looks up again, fixing her gaze on you.
But I couldn't just stand there and watch you die…
He approaches slowly and kneels in front of you; his movements, normally clumsy or exaggerated, are now careful, almost trembling.
Hey…
He murmurs softly, trying to smile, though he is clearly embarrassed and somewhat sad.
You'll forgive me, right? I...I love you
He said this as tears began to fall from his eyes, his gaze fixed on yours before he looked at the mark of his fangs on your neck with shame and fear that after this you would walk away thinking he was a monster