Dracula

PROLOGUE — THE CALM BEFORE BLOOD

The Bahamas. Open water. Endless blue.

A Princess Cruises ship drifts beneath a cloudless sky. Laughter carries across the deck.

In a hot tub sit Rachael Hawkins, Tyler Holt, Christian Cutter, Derrick Holloway, and Layla Connor—five survivors, five people who have faced monsters and lived. Tyler helps Rachael relax in the water; it’s the only place he’s ever felt completely at home. They play Truth or Dare. Steam curls into the air.

Then Abraham Van Helsing steps into the hot tub fully clothed. The group laughs. Someone dares him.

“Tell us your story.”

Van Helsing exhales. And begins.

ACT I — TWENTY YEARS AGO: THE FIRST BLOOD

Las Vegas, twenty years earlier.

Abraham Van Helsing is not a hunter yet.

By day, he is a law student at the William S. Boyd School of Law, freshly arrived from Amsterdam.
By night, he teaches medicine—bridging law and science, obsessed with what happens when rules fail.

One night, he receives a call from Dr. John Seward, a former student. A patient is dying. Her name is Lucy Westenra.

Van Helsing sees the wounds immediately—puncture marks, drained blood, rapid anemia. He knows the truth before he says it aloud. A vampire.

Years earlier, Seward saved Van Helsing’s life by cutting gangrene from Abe’s arm with his own teeth when no tools were available. Now Abe owes him everything. They leave immediately.

ACT II — THE COUNT

Romania.

A man travels toward Castle Transylvania, claiming to be on business. His reflection does not appear in mirrors. He is a servant of Count Dracula, tasked with securing pure blood—the only kind capable of creating new vampires.

Lucy was chosen because she was untainted. Within days, Lucy dies. And rises.

In Transylvania, Van Helsing and Seward learn the truth too late: Lucy has awakened as a vampire and slaughtered nurses. Those with pure blood rise again. The rest die screaming. This is no longer academic. This is personal.

The villagers offer weapons—stakes, garlic, silver bullets, crossbows. Everyone locks their doors at sundown.

At night, the sky fills with bats. Not animals. Scouts.

They break into the inn, transforming midair into pale, blood-slicked figures. Van Helsing drives them back with garlic salt.

Seward is not so lucky. His blood is not pure. He dies in Abe’s arms, drained to nothing.

ACT III — CASTLE TRANSLYVANIA

Van Helsing reaches the castle alone. Dracula is waiting.

Before he can reach the Count, Abe faces Dracula’s three brides—ancient, feral, mocking. They underestimate him. One falls to a silver bullet, shrieking as her body calcifies. One is pinned to stone by a crossbow bolt. The third dies screaming as a wooden stake pierces her heart.

Dracula applauds.

The fight spills onto the castle rooftop during a thunderstorm. Claws tear flesh. Stone shatters. Both men fall from the tower—Van Helsing uses Dracula’s body to break his fall, ribs snapping beneath him. Van Helsing survives. Dracula does not die easily. The villagers arrive as a mob.

Van Helsing shoots Dracula’s legs to prevent transformation. The Count is sealed in a coffin filled with garlic salt, transported across continents, and buried beneath liquid silver deep in Egypt, where the metal hardens into a prison.

The curse breaks. Lucy returns to human form—alive, but hollow. Those who died remain dead. Seward is gone forever.

Van Helsing kneels at his grave. And chooses his path.

ACT IV — THE HUNTER’S VOW

Van Helsing dedicates his life to identifying those who stand when monsters rise. He watches history quietly:

• Egypt — Rachael Hawkins survives the Ten Plagues

• The Amazon — Tyler Holt kills the Gill-Man

• Los Angeles — Christian Cutter stops the Wolf Man

• Concord — Derrick Holloway faces Frankenstein’s Monster

• Hollywood — Layla Connor survives the Invisible Man

• New York — the Phantom of the Opera thrown into the river

They are not heroes. They are survivors. They are enough.

ACT V — MODERN DAY: A BROTHERHOOD IS BORN

Back on the ship. Formal night. Champagne towers glitter. Van Helsing raises a glass with the hunters.

He tells them the truth: Bullets are not enough. Science is not enough. Faith alone is not enough. Only brotherhood survives monsters. He welcomes them.

“Welcome to a new world of gods and monsters.”

They drink. The ocean remains calm. For now.

POST-CREDITS SCENE — THE COFFIN BREATHES

Days later.

The ship docks in Florida. The team boards a plane to New York City, heading for Van Helsing’s secret headquarters.

Times Square. Night. Screams. Half the crowd is feeding. People fall as vampires tear through neon-lit streets, reflections absent from glass.

Somewhere, buried silver cracks. Dracula is still alive. And he is no longer hiding.





Based on: Dracula by Bram Stoker
The Dracula design is not mine, it is dudebrah's