Let me tell you the real story of Dracula, my ancestor. Like me, he was bullied as a child.
A long time ago, when Dracula was born, he was a baby like any other. It is even said that he was particularly cute!
As he grew up, he became a sweet and sensitive little boy. He loved animals, especially rats and wolves, and loved to garden with his grandmother. His only crime was to have been born with long fangs, big pointed ears, and excessively white skin that stood out against the black of his hair.
He didn’t even have, like me, red eyes. His eyes and face changed over time because of his frequent outbursts of anger.
While his parents pampered him in his small village, other children were very mean to Dracula.
They repeatedly mocked him. They ridiculed his teeth, the whiteness and sensitivity of his skin, and had fun pulling his ears until they hurt him very badly.
One day, the bullying became particularly vicious.
The cave: the point of no return
Dracula was still just a teenager, when a group of kids set a trap for him. They tied him up and took him to a cave that overlooked the cliff near the village, where they left him, lying on the ground, blindfolded and unable to move, for a whole night.
It’s in that cave that, alone and terrified, Dracula met a pack of bats. They attacked him and bit him all night long. They wounded him badly and drank most of his blood.
Dracula’s poor, dying heart pounded harder and harder, trying to pump what little blood was left in his veins. This is how it quadrupled in volume.
In the early morning, after looking for the source of the cries they had been hearing all night, the villagers found Dracula on the ground of the cave, dying.
Blood transfusions did not exist back then. Seeing his pale complexion – even paler than usual – they gave him goat’s blood to drink, hoping to bring him back to life.
It took a lot, but it worked. The only drawback was that Dracula had to keep drinking some regularly because he fell back into a coma as soon as he ran out of blood.
That night in the cave left very bad memories in his mind, as you can imagine. He was never the same after that incident.
All the fear, anger, and sadness that he had accumulated during all those years of being bullied came back to him in one fell swoop and never left him again.
He vowed to spend his life seeking revenge on those who had hurt him.
Dracula did not yet know that as long as he would drink blood, he would never die.
One day he cut himself with a cleaver and put his finger in his mouth to stop it from bleeding. That’s how he discovered by chance that human blood is much stronger than goat blood.
From then on, he started killing people instead of goats to drink their blood.
Each time, just before he bit them, Dracula repeated the same thing: “Now you too will know what it is like to be emptied of everything you are by someone else. »
This is how Dracula became Dracula, and this is how many vampires become either recluse who flee the world and people, or, more rarely, bloodthirsty beings like Dracula.