DefeatI almost couldn't comprehend.Defeat4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Which was ridiculous. I was Vlad the Third. Prince of Wallachia. Dracula. Son of Vlad II Dracul and Princess Cneajna of Moldavia. As such I should not have had a problem understanding this situation I was in.
Wake up, Count. Pay attention.
My face remained unmoved and my dark red eyes saw nothing of importance. The fading velvety blue of the night sky being overturned by the light of day after such an epic night as the night of my second defeat. The dawn rose to prove to my enemies that all things, despicable things, like me always came to an end. The darkness was always removed by the light.
Such was my mortal enemy. My dear human conqueror. In his brave red Victorian coat.
That man stood above me while I lay motionless from the wooden stake driven through my chest and nearly through my monstrous heart. I pushed the blood on my tongue out the corner of my mouth before I spoke to that man. That mere mortal man.
"So I lost." I state