Hello Future Me.

The bloody current swished past your ears. Your feet stood on the warm seabed, and encircled around you, where the nude outstretched forms of your legion, surrounding you on every side, forming a circle.

Within the circle, sat just a few meters ahead on the pale sand facing away from you, was a man with his back to you.

His body was blackened, covered in shadow that hugged closely to him, embracing his form from Foot all the way up to his neck. but from his nape was skin, normal skin though very pale, and his Black hair was long, long enough to scatter on the ground all around him, He hummed, hummed a tune that you knew, his ringed curls of onyx black, so that black that they took in no light, jingled as he bobbed his head cheerfully.

"Beast?" You called, looking at the man's form just in front of you.

He halted in his humming and turned his head slowly so that you could see his eyes that did not glow red really, but spiralled in scarlet, even the whites of his eyes where red, slowly turning in a churning crimson that was slightly disorienting to look at.

Come now, I am hardly a beast anymore am I?

His voice, it echoed deeply through you in a brief nostalgia, and it was not a crackling wild tone lie you knew before, but smooth as butter and briefly accented, an accent that you recognised, the same as Rose's... the same as...

You frowned, backing away cautiously "How did you get in my head?" You growled, watching as He floated serenely up to his feet and turned to you.

His pale face was sharp as before but youthful, a lot more youthful, completely smooth and without a care in the world. His cape of Black curls followed him as he casually slipped towards you, throwing an arm around you as he floated just a little off the ground.

Come on now... Not even Thirty-two Mystar can break into your head at the same time, what makes you think I could? no... I've always been here, Charlie, ever since you were born, maybe even before then.

You shook the man away... He was telling the truth, this was the Beast and... not the Beast, he was evolved controlled and relaxed, methodical and insidious all at the same time.

"The Memories... that was you putting them in my dreams?" You asked suspiciously.

The Man laughed, his black hair quaking as if he were underwater as he did.

Well, I wouldn't;t say put them there, it was more of side effect, the contents of my old mind spilling into yours, as well as other things, but you've already felt that tonight.

"How did you do it?" You asked

The Man shrugged, closing his Bloody eyes as He sighed.

You saw it, remember? In my chamber, we had an agreement you see, it was old magic, Wicken, not Vampiric, taking a portion of the soul and implanting it in another, something close to what your Father and Grandfather did to keep you alive I suppose. But this had a different effect, a god damn legendary effect, for as long as Draco, My Great Great Nephew continued his line, then that little piece of me would continue with it, and when one was born with the fate to fulfil all four of Cain's components, then I would reincarnate, like a YO-YO, simple but beautiful!

Stepping back from the floating man again, you narrowed your eyes "So what, you want to reincarnate through me, this was some sick ploy Centuries in the making to take over my body!?"

The Man chuckled, rubbing his eyes.

No. Look you have it all wrong, I am not Trying to take you over, I am not trying to control you... or at least anymore, I apologies for my earlier behaviour, I couldn't remember who I was, no better than a Beast. No, You, are my reincarnation, Charlie, I am you, and you are me, and One is all we will ever be.

You felt like this was some kind of trick... but it wasn't, you knew it wasn't, He couldn't hide anything from you because He was you, you were one person, He was simply the darker part of you, still, it was jarring, and brought a lot of panic with it.

"Right... so if I am your reincarnation, and you went through all this trouble to cross oceans of time to be reborn, through me, then I have one question: for what purpose, why?"

The Man's face fell into seriousness.

Oh I'll tell you alright. I went through all this trouble for one reason, and one reason alone...

He floated closer, grasping at you and pulling you close, his whisper tickling your ear.

To stop, Cain.

"Cain... Y-You came back to make sure that I couldn't help Cain?"

I Came back to make sure that you would refuse Cain, That thing tried to get me to accept it's bite, and You must refuse it, just like I did, because if you do... you will be subjected to the most atrocious punishment ever constructed... powerful yes.... but atrocious.

Huffing, you rubbed your eyes "So it wants me to Accept the final component, the Bit of a God and... replace it? because it's being tortured, how?"

The Man shrugged.

I have no idea, it never told me, but if it was bad enough for the first murderer, then it isn't going to be good for us, godlike power of no. I simply need to make sure that you never accept. sound good?

"What do you mean sound good!? none of this is good! I nearly killed my entire clan because of you! then you just show up here and hit me with this? fuck man, fuck!"

He folded his black arms and shrugged.

Hey, it's not all bad, There are a lot of advantages to being me, Hell you are like a goody-goody version of me, especially compared to when I died, hehe shit, I was real cunt then, starved and bitter over being ousted by my own son, if not that Englishman and his American friend then I would have torn London apart. hmmmm do you remember that song, that Dad used to sing, what was the name?

You felt yourself recalling that time in your bedroom when your dad had entered and put his Cd player's headphones on your small head.

"Truth."

AH HA! yes, Truth... How did it go again?

The truth is that I haven't shook my shadow,
and every day it's trying to trick me into doing battle,
calling out faker only gets me rattled,
wanna push me back behind the fence with the cattle.

The Man pointed to you, after finishing his verse, and reluctantly you gave in, recalling the memory of that song fondly, the man whistling the tune as you continued.

"-Building your lenses
Digging your trenches
Put me on the front line
Leave me with a dumb mind
With no defences
But you're defenceless
If you can't stand to feel the pain then you are senseless"

Though you tried not to, you chuckled as the Man did as little flourish in the air, continuing after you.

I've grown up some, Different kind of fighter
And when the darkness comes, let it inside you
Your darkness is shining
My darkness is shining
Have faith in myyyyyyyyyself.....

He pointed to you, queuing you in, to finish and smiling.

"...Truth"

Spiralling down to the ground, He strolled over to you, grinning and smiling widely as He bowed in a noble's way.

Though I need no introduction... I will give one anyway: My Name is Vlad Dracul III of Wallacia, and We have work to do, My friend. We must maintain control of My Bloodlust that has spilled into you, Hunt and Kill Valerica to avenge our father, and first and foremost, avoid the Blood-god. What do you say, Partners?

Dracula held out his hand, seemingly warm and friendly. You recalled how he did try to help you, to steady you, how He indeed had always been here, ever since you drew first blood... and Hell it's not lying, He couldn't betray you if He wanted to, He was you after all.

You took his shadowed hand and shook.

"So what do I call you, Beast? Dracula?"

He shook his head, making his mane of pitch-black hair shimmer.

Nah... Vlad will do just fine.