So when I was a kid I would binge watch vampire movies, and would often fall asleep watching them. This night I ended up falling asleep to a movie called Van Helsing. And no not the new one.

I woke up in what looked like the bedroom of a castle. The bed, soft warm and amazing, was covered with fine silk and expensive looking furs. I couldn't deny that the bed felt comfortable, but I had no clue where I was. I get up and notice I'm in what looks like a belly dancers outfit mixed with old looks. I stumble out into the hallway, dizzy as fuck. My neck is killing me at this point so I know I've been bitten, I'm a vampire now. The hallway is curved as if the side of the castle was rounded into a half circle. I made it halfway to a large set of stairs when a tall dark figure jumps up out of nowhere and corners me. Once the figure gets close enough I realize it's Dracula himself. He tells me that he's had his eye on me for a while and he was lonely. As he watched me he had fallen for me and was determined to marry me. He used his powers to sway my decision, then placed a rather dark ring on my finger. Over time the stone turned from white to dark blood red. This meant that I had to feed on human blood. After about two weeks of training me to be a vampire, he decided it was time for the wedding. The wedding was very old school gothic, and was very awkward. The spell wore off but I had fallen for him, so when it came time to say the I do's, I said I do of my own free will.

That's when I woke up. I know it's super weird but hey I warned ya, this is my fucked up imagination lmao.

The outfits the brides wore that my outfit was based on.

My depiction of Dracula.