Count Dracula or as he was known before, Vlad the Impaler, was the prince of Wallachia, one of the three principalities of Romania, the others being Moldavia and Transylvania. He was present during the the Late Middle Ages when all three principalities waged war and fought against the invading Turks. There he got his name, Vlad the Impaler. In the battlefield he would wield a long heavy spear with which he rushed the enemy and after impaling him firmly through his body, raised him up in the air and waved him like a flag while screaming a mighty war-cry. The sight alone send fear through the Turks while at the same time encouraging the Romanian forces. He lead many victories against the Ottoman forces, victories which made him a legend but with old age his time on the battlefield had to stop.

He revels in human agony and death. It is as pure a joy as joy itself for The Count. Exactly the reason why he became a Funeral Director. Blood is the paint, his hands are the brush and the human body is the canvas.

Vlad, having been studying the dark arts of magick for decades now, went in search of the fabled cave of immortality. It was said to be located somewhere along the Southern Carpathians, a range of mountains split in three divisions which extended outside of Romanian territory. Alone he got ready, taking all that was necessary and the finding stone. The stone belonged to the dark arts school in which he studied and it had a special property. Besides finding what your whole being most desired, it also returned to it's nesting place on the school grounds when the carrier died or their desire was fulfilled.

On a journey he went, traversed the mountain range he did while fending off many beasts of the forest with his bare hands. He found it much easier than using a knife. And finally, one night the stone started glowing a brightly red, accompanied by a rising heat that even Vlad couldn't bear, and that is saying something. Dropping it out of inability to carry it anymore, the stone stopped in mid air before touching the ground and rose high above his head. A pointing arrow of red light formed above him which cast light upon a cave opening that in the dark night as he was, it was practically invisible. Approaching it and as he touched the cave, the stone lost it's light and abruptly vanished. No matter, if this was the promised cave from the legends, than he wouldn't need anything else ever again.

Entering inside, the cave was vast and empty. Red glowing plants grew on the ceiling which stood 7 feet above his head. As he studied the thing closer, it seemed to..beat, like a live heart. Even the shape of it was...
TICK
A noise resonated through the cave, a noise that is made when a small piece of pebble is thrown against a wall. Heart beating fast he turned towards the noise to see only the rest of the empty cave. It was just a simple pebble falling from a crack in the ceiling, certainly..when suddenly he felt a chill run down his spine. Turning back quickly while pulling out his knife, still nothing. This place was giving him the creeps. He just had to finish business quickly and leave. Turning around while sheathing the knife he saw it.

Later the next night he emerged from the cave, at last immortal. And that's the story of his making. But something changed in him after meeting the resident inside the cave. He was...different now.