Bern Switzerland, 1893

  Alucard Dracula entered the library of the University, the young recently crowned Count had just came back from Transylvania, his native land. He had to go earlier in the year to clean up the mess of his father’s death at he hands of … humans. He clenched his fist at the thought of humans killing the mighty Lord Vlad Dracula. In his youth, he would have never been taken down by a mere homo sapiens. He sighed and relaxed. He had come back to the University of Bern to complete his studies before he returned to his home to rebuild. It was then that he heard a lovely soprano male voice in his own native tongue of Romanian, “Victor Hugo is a hack!” he turned a corner to one of the reading tables at the library and what he saw amazed him, as he had ever seen before.

  Before him, sitting at the reading table was a young man of exquisite beauty. He was short, much shorter than Alucard, at a mere 5 feet 6 inches. He had a thin and elegant, almost feminine appearance. Alucard could easily imagine him in a dress, not that what he was wearing wasn’t stunning. He wore a tight black waistcoat over a white shirt with blue stripes, along with a royal blue puff tie and a black overcoat that was on the chair behind him. Alucard smiled as he could see the faint outline of a corset under his clothes, making his already great waist even thinner. Even sitting, Alucard could tell he had the polished elegance of a nobleman, judging by his accent and language from his own country as well. What threw him slightly for a loop was his olive brown skin; he was a Romani, quite interesting to see a Romani nobleman.

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  Alucard came up to him on the other side of the table and picked up the book thrown on the floor. It read “Notre-Dame de Paris” He looked at the young man “Reading some Hugo, are we? The young man looked up from the book he was reading and brushed his medium-length black hair out of his bright blue eyes, surprised by someone speaking his language, much less a handsome stranger. He replied in an elegant but unsure voice, “Yes, good sir, I did not like one of the twists of the book” Alucard sat down across from him “And which twist is that?” The young man replied, “Well, it turns out that one of character's Esmerelda, was not actually Romani, but a baby kidnapped by the Romani” Alucard nodded “This offends you as a Romani person?” “Of course it does... my name is Stefan, Viscount Stefan Balan” Alucard smiled wide “What a coincidence, I am Count Alucard Dracula” Stefan sighed “Oh yes, I’m sorry I heard about your father’s passing it must be hard” “Thank you Stefan it is.... but I am heeling now” Stefan replied, “I wish my father was dead” Alucard raised an eyebrow “Why would you say that?” Stefan looked him in the eye, “A long time ago, he hurt my mother. I hate him, I hate my body.... I hate being alive sometimes” Alucard felt a lot of sympathy for this young man was starting to put the pieces together, but he did have to go “I believe I understand you, I need to go now, but I would like to meet you again tonight for dinner at my villa in the city if that is okay, I'll give you my address” Stefan replied “Sure that sounds good” After the two parted ways Alucard decided to make a bold more he bent down and kissed Stefan’s hand “Have a good day my lady” He then made his way out of the library Stefan was stunned and said to himself “He knows.... how?”