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"Mayday Mayday..Echo sounder failed..
trying to land..
see an island made of Haribo TropiFrutti"...

..Dracula was lonely...and so he increasingly escaped into daydreams to flee the dark, cold, and musty cave where he resided during the day.
How he wished he could spend his days in much more southern regions...

Through centuries of isolation, his self-esteem and zest for life had suffered greatly.
The vitamin D deficiency didn't help...pale, sallow skin, dark circles under his eyes, hair loss...what had become of the once proud Vlad..
This couldn't go on..
If he couldn't go to the South Seas, then at least the South Seas should come to him..

Today, my life begins anew!
...

As night fell, he purposefully flew to the small grocery store in his hometown of Bran. Slipping through a propped-open window, he quickly maneuvered into the sparsely stocked fruit section.
Bananas, figs, and a few oddly shaped star fruits caught his attention; the store didn't have much more to offer.
Determined, he grabbed an abandoned fruit net and eagerly shoveled the fruit into the bag.
Through the window he had now opened, he silently vanished into the night, his bag full.

Back in his cave, his heart raced with excitement, a feeling he hadn't experienced since his first sip of blood in 1336.
In the same moment, his excitement turned into sheer horror...Blood!...

Bananas, figs, star fruit???
What had he been thinking...since his transformation, he could consume nothing else but blood.
People called this strange illness "fructose intolerance"...whether he was afflicted by it, he didn't know...he just couldn't eat such things.
His horror gave way to pure rage, and he hurled the net into the farthest corner - his expression hardened, and with a gesture of disgust, he disappeared into the depths of the cave system.

Minutes, hours, days passed without a single sign of life from the cave..
Suddenly, after 2 weeks of silence, something stirred, but it wasn't Vlad; a family of martens had made themselves comfortable in his absence.
Attracted by the scent of the rotting fruit, a pair of martens now lived where once the proud Dracula had reigned.

The animals were feasting on the remains of the mushy fruit when, emerging from the darkness, a shadow snatched one of the martens without warning.
A brief yelp and crackling sound was heard, then silence.
The other animal barely managed to leap into a crevice to escape.

The shadowy figure stepped out of the darkness...it was Vlad...emaciated and close to madness - the long, sharp teeth gleamed from the lifeless body of the marten...
Sadness lay in his bloodshot eyes..
Had he really thought he could escape his fate and want more from life?

He was startled by his own thoughts and.........he awoke!

Darkness had descended over the small town...
....a strange dream...how long had he been sleeping?

No matter...he only knew one thing:

The hunt begins!