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Prologue 
	         Bucharest, România 
		            1719
	

	Dimitri focused on the warped castle doors. He could see the age of them. He remembered when they were younger. A hundred years seems like an eternity, yet short. He thought, touching the wood. 
	He barely remembers what his life was like before he turned him. A bloody tear ran down his cheek. He looked at his hand. He squeezed his eyes shut so he could block out the blood that covered it.

Their blood. 

	Knowing his master took and killed off everything that connected him to humanity enraged him.
Determined to either kill his sire or die trying, Dimitri shoved open the castle doors and stormed past the decrypted foyer that was as dead and lifeless as he felt. He continued on down the hallway that led to the throne room. He frowned and scrunched his nose at the ungodly stench of mold and rot. It never really bothered him before, but it did now, and he knew why. As he ventured closer, a different smell lingered in the air.

	Wet iron.

	Dimitri froze in his tracks. The scent was strong, overpowering the normal smells of a castle that was occupied by soulless monsters. He knew his master just fed. Every part of him wanted to run and leave the tomb. Start a new life. He knew that he had to face him and tell him that he wanted no part of this existence. He figured if he just left, his sire would send the others looking for him and kill anything in their path.

He was tired of blood.
He hated what he was. 
He needed to escape this madness.

Growing confidence, he resumed achieving his goal. Reaching the throne room, he closed his eyes and nodded his head. He put up a block in his mind so his master couldn’t read it and pushed open the door.
 












 Present Day
           	Los Angeles, California
 
“Ello, my peeps. Milline here. Welcome back to Supernatural Central.”
The YouTuber gazed at the camera, sitting on the midnight-colored  microfiber sofa in her pricey studio apartment. 
	Milline was pumped and felt like she was going to freeze. 

I can’t believe he is here. 

She could feel the nerves turning her stomach. Suddenly, she could feel a warmth on her knee, followed by, “Keep going. I’m just as human as you.” 
	
Milline nodded.
	
“I know you have heard about the film coming out in a week and a half. If not, I’ll tell ya. Or wait, better yet…” She glances at the man in the worn Bruce Lee shirt and kakis. His gray hair was as loud and proud as the rest of him. He scooted a bit closer to Milline and casually put his arm around her shoulder.
	
“Hola, YouTubeverse, I’m Robert Downey, Jr,  and I’m here to  promote my film,  “Dracula: Revisited.”
	
Feeling calmer and bolder, she chimed in. “I know. Awesome, right?” She changed her focus to him. He stared right back. Her chest rose and fell. “You have done so many films, but you have never really touched the horror genre. Why the change of pace?”
	
Robert tilted his head as he crosses his leg and wrapped his fingers around his knee. “What? You don’t think I can pull it off?”

Milline eyes widened, and she was about to apologize when he stopped her. 

“Are we allowed to swear here?” 

She scoffed. “Yeah. I do all the time.”

	He rubbed his hands in delight. “Great. I promise not to be a sailor about it.” 

	She laughed. 

He went on. “To answer your question, I mean, I guess when you reach my years, it’s more important to leap out of your safe zone. No one likes the insane oddball senior citizen glaring at people like a fucking bulldog, yelling, ‘Get off my lawn’ from their porch.”
	
Milline shook her head. 

 “Dude. You’re not Eastwood or James Woods. You are going to be the old guy wearing cool shit and still showing up people half your age.”
	
The celeb raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes in delight. “One can only hope.”
	
Milline changed the subject.

“Now getting back to the film. You play the legend Vlad III, otherwise known as Dracula. Tell us about him.”
	
Robert glanced to the side. He seemed to be making faces while in thought.

“Are you quizzing me? After all, you are the vampire expert.”

Milline could feel the vomit recharging. He could tell. 

“Well, I feel that my character felt betrayed by everyone. In his mind, he was the good guy and everyone else was going to Hell. So, when he was turned, it was the ultimate bitchslap from the ‘guy upstairs.’”

Milline’s mouth grew a grin. “That’s what I feel. From the trailers I’ve seen, you do a great job portraying that.”

Robert bobbed his head from side to side. “It was refreshing to be a total heartless tool that gave no fucks about morals that laid waste to anything in his path.”

Milline focused on him. “In this clip, you are following costar Shailene Woodley into a night club. She has no clue. You have it out for her, right?”

His eyes teased to the camera then went back to her. “Yeah. He knows she is a vamp but is a human sympathizer. The fact that she is disgusts him and he feels she will fuck up his plans, and he can’t have that.”

Milline turned to the lens. “Here is the clip.”

They paused for a moment, then continued on.

“That was a badass scene. Did you have fun making it?”

Robert leaned into her and peered into the camera. “Throwing people around like rag dolls and being able to fight ruthlessly and equally getting my ass kicked? Who wouldn’t love that.”

Milline busted out in laughter. Rob chuckled. They both looked into the camera while she spoke. “Make sure you go and see Dracula: Revisited, out in theaters Friday, February fifteenth.”

Robert added, “You heard her, YouTubeverse. Go and see it. Plus, I need your opinion. Do you think I would make a good vamper? Thinking of possibly changing lifestyles.”

She giggled. “Thanks for coming on.”

Flashing the peace sign, she did her send off. “Make sure you hit the like button, and if you’re new, check out my other vids like the ones here.” 

Both she and Robert point up in mid air. 

“If you like what you see, subscribe so you can get total content of the latest word of anything supernatural happing in the world of entertainment.”

Robert put his arm around her shoulders again, this time she didn’t feel like jumping out of her skin. “Later.”

“And cut.”

Milline breathed deep. Rob stood up and lend her his hand. She grabbed it. Pulling her up, he said. “You almost fell apart there. Proud that you plowed through.”

Milline put her hand to the side. “You’re my first real celebrity that I have interviewed. I was a ball of nerves.”
He walked over and put his hands on her shoulders. He was a couple of inches shy of her but that didn’t matter. “People tend to forget that I wasn’t born an actor. I do everything everyone else does, so please don’t treat me like I’m better than you.”

	Milline stared at him. “Dude, I have seen you say you’re the shiz. Well maybe not the actuaL word ‘shiz’.”

	Robert let go and strolled away from her while she followed. “Yes. I have an ego but I exaggerate most of it. That’s what people expect of me.”

	He pivoted and almost bumped into her. “You will find that out. Anyways, I have news for you.”

	Milline froze again. “Yeah?”

Robert grabbed his black hoodie. “You are going to the premiere.”
	
Milline couldn’t contain herself. She jumped up and down like a five-year-old seeing Santa Claus in their living room on Christmas Eve. “What? Really?”

He stepped toward her. “Of course. You live and breath this. I watched your video on the whole history of Vlad. You know…Vlad the Implaler: The man and the myth.”

	Milline was reaching her limit of surprises. 

He watched that? 

Robert snatched his bag off the side table in the small studio. Milline was still stunned. He headed to the door, then turned. “You are good at this, and I see a future for you.”

Milline couldn’t speak. She felt like she died right there. He turned back and opened the door. 

“Better find a date.”

All she could muster was a slow nod. He left and shut the door behind him. Milline screamed with rapture. She was going to the premiere. She couldn’t wait. She had to call her BFF. Before she could grab her iPhone, she dropped to the floor, in pain. 

She gripped her head as it throbbed. She made out flashes in her mind. A woman. Dressed in dated dress rags. Her hands were tied. Her hair was black with deadly red streaks. Her ankle was tied to a large rock. 

	Suddenly, the woman’s face was the only thing she could see. Her closed eyes shot opened, her blood red eyes burning her image in Milline’s mind. Without warning, she screams. 
	
Milline tries to reach for her phone before losing consciousness.