Stefan looked at the reflection in the bathwater; it was of a young man that most would call attractive, but to Stefan, it was a reflection he didn't like, one that he felt didn't suit who he was inside. He splashed the water, sending ripples in the water when he heard the voice of an old woman say, “Mistress Stefan, what kind of bath salts do you want before your date?” Stefan thought for a moment, “Go for the lavender Helga ones, just to be safe.” A minute later, the older woman came with a jar of bath salts and poured some into the porcelain tub. Stefan let the lavender scent soak into his body. Helga then started to wash his thick black hair carefully. Helga had been Stefan’s nanny since he was a baby and became his defacto caretaker and loyal servant since being bashed over five years ago, she was one of the few people he trusted enough with his deepest secret's and best, yet she respected his choices no matter how strange they sounded.
Helga smiled “Lady Stefan, I’m so happy you have met a handsome stranger who is interested in you” Stefan smiled “Yes, he is handsome and intellectual, he is also mysterious, he somehow knew about my secret” Helga laughed glad to see her charge happy in the first time in a long time “Perhaps it is fate, perhaps God has ordained this to happen” Stefan snorted “If God was real I wouldn't exist” “Well my Lady I think you are beautiful” she decided not to press the point, Stefan didn't like talking about his mother, it was a button you didn't push. After a while, Helga helped Stefan out of the tub. “Come on, mistress, let's get you dressed.”
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Later......
Stefan approached the door of the villa; the coachman dropped him off at the front door. Stefan was wearing his usual get-up, but in a purple color instead of his usual blue. As he walked to the door, he sniffed himself to make sure he still smelled good. He had decided on his special occasion that he would wear a short top hat and carry a short silver-topped cane, all the aspects of a modern gentleman. Despite Helga’s insistence, this was not a date, just dinner with a handsome stranger. He went to the villa door and knocked on the door and the door opened, and a tall thin pale man answered “Hello, you must be Lord Balan, please come in, Lord Dracula is waiting in the dining room, may I get your cane and hat” Stefan nodded “Of course my good man” He handed over his cane and top and was led into the dining room by the servant and what Stefan saw took his breath away.
The room was dimly lit by many candles all over the room, and the small table was already set with a red tablecloth over it. Alucard was sitting at a table reading a piece of paper. Alucard was big about six feet rally with dark black hair and light brown eyes; his skin was pale white, whiter than any white man Stefan ever saw. Stefan could tell that behind the top of the thin frame was a powerful body, and Stefan could feel his arousal already. Alucard looked up and saw Stefan, his mouth forming a smile. He stood up and greeted Stefan, bending down and kissing his hand. “Good evening, my lady, shall we eat?”
