Vlad Dracul

by @Ariel


Cold hands and sharp nails, smiles with white teeth glittering in the darkness, garlic and crosses and faint Transylvanian prayers, old doors creaking in another part of the house, the scent of old books and dusty castles, bloody kisses on white throats. The children of the night, what music they make. A mix for the epitome of a vampire.