<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Dracula.jpg)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong>  </td><td>Dracula</td><td><strong>|||   Quote: </strong>   "All of us are born with atoms and a soft spot called faith" </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Time:</strong>  </td><td>7:00 A.M. </td><td><strong>|||   Date: </strong>      January 3, 2017</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong>  </td><td>Fortaleza, Brazil</td><td><strong>|||   Tag:</strong>        Open<br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Dracula woke from his slumber with a start. He looked for an unseen threat and yet- the room was as empty as it had been before he had closed his eyes. He stood and pulled the drapes aside, allowing the sunlight to invade the room, bathing it in warm, golden hue. His powerful lance gleamed as it came into contact with the starlight. If everything was so beautiful and peaceful, then why the darkness in the pit of his stomach? Something was wrong. He walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth, studying his reflection in the sink mirror. He remained alert, ready for a poltergeist to surprise him at any moment, or a demon to attempt to lull him to his final restijng place. But no such action came.<br/><br/>As he concluded the oral cleansing, spitting out the small gulp of mouthwash, his gaze turned to his reflection on the door mirror- something odd began happening. "Help" "Rumplestiltskin" "War" The voices were coming at him from all angles, calling, as the mirror grew bright white. It coaxed him, begged him. Dracula opened the door and seemingly ignored the mirror. He picked up his lance and turned around. It hadn't been his imagination. The mirror continued begging for him, the white light shining, nearly engulfing the room. "If God wills, so shall I go" - he walked the lance into the white light without a seconds thought..