Renfield stood motionless on the balcony of an apartment building, cloaked in shadows. The flickering streetlamp below cast distorted patterns across his face, revealing eyes that gleamed with cruel intent. He watched the street in silence, as if the city itself were holding its breath.
"The last sacrifice must be a child," he whispered to the darkness, his voice like the scrape of rusted metal.
Below, a small figure emerged from the gloom—a little girl, no older than ten. She moved hesitantly, glancing around as though she had wandered too far from safety. Her hair caught the weak light, and her steps faltered. She looked lost. Maybe she was, it was Lila .
Renfield's lips curled into a wicked smile.
Without a sound, he stepped back from the railing and vanished into the shadows.
Moments later, the girl—Lila—paused, sensing something. The wind seemed to hush around her. Then, in a blink, he was behind her.
A pale hand slipped over her mouth. Her eyes widened in terror, but no sound escaped. The street remained quiet. Empty. Indifferent.
And just like that, they were gone—swallowed by the night. No witnesses. No trace.
Only the silence remained. he abducts the girl and disappeared
Alek
Alek and Ethan stood in front of a massive, decaying building. The stonework was weathered, and ivy crawled up the crumbling facade. Alek narrowed his eyes.
"I suppose this used to be the city library," he muttered.
Ethan pushed open the heavy wooden door, its hinges groaning in protest. They stepped inside, the scent of old paper and mildew thick in the air. Dust motes swirled through the single shaft of light pouring in from a large, broken window.
As their eyes adjusted, Alek spotted a hooded figure seated silently at the top of the grand staircase.
A slow smirk curled on Alek's lips. "Hello, Renfield."
The hooded man didn't move, but his voice echoed softly through the cavernous room. "You're good at what you do, Alek. Didn't take you long to find me."
"I saw a walking corpse back in '99," Alek replied dryly. "Figured it might be worth keeping tabs. Maybe I never trusted you to begin with."
Renfield gave a quiet chuckle. "You've always been many things, Alek. Paranoid definitely fits the list—without effort."
Alek's eyes sharpened. "You're here. At the last known ritual site. That can only mean one thing—you've brought your final sacrifice."
Renfield rose from the stairs, slowly pulling back his hood to reveal his gaunt, weathered face. His eyes burned with something old. "Your family has always been the thorn in my side. The image in my head? A New Orleans without the Four Count siblings. Peaceful. Cleansed."
Ethan, calm but cautious, stepped forward and dropped into an old chair, propping one foot on the dusty table between them. "What's your endgame, Renfield? What's really driving this?"
Renfield stared at him, something dark and wounded flickering in his gaze. "Your father stole everything from me—my family, my love. That demon turned me into a slave. And his wretched offspring finished the job… they killed me."
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"But now I'm here to finish what they started… to end the Count bloodline."
Alek laughed, the sound echoing against the stone walls—sharp, bitter, and cold. "You really are delusional."
Flashback
Renfield is seen wearing a purple cloak as he entered into a room where a lady called out "Olzod mah" ( my love )
Renfield answered " medilrangunjayhdax" ( Miranda)
As he gave her a hug and he asked "PIL ZACAR CHIS MICALA?"( where are the children)
Miranda takes him into an inner room , where 5 children were playing and running around as he said to them "Babalon mirc olzod, soba goholor.
IAD lusda." (Noble ones, you should rest the moon has risen).
Why Miranda and Renfield went to their beds , not a long time after a screaming voice is heard , Renfield wakes up from his slumber as he quickly picked his khopesh (The khopesh is a curved sword with a sickle shape , and single edge blade) he jumps and quickly moved outside, as he walked down the street he began to see blood flowing like water on the floor
He sees a servant crawling up to him saying "OL ME" ( help me ) , he was covered in blood and also his lower part of the body was slashed off as there was a gory scene that gave a definitive smell of death
He made it through the corpses that were carelessly disposed on the veranda, as he entered the main room. He sees four corpses they belonged his children, he immediately ran there as he was shaking their bodies for any sign of life , there was no response , suddenly the room became really tense as renfield could feel his blood freezing , it wasn't ice or any cold environment but fear of the unknown as he sees a man who had red glowing eyes , wearing a black cape as he bites his ladt child neck
and dropped his lifeless body, renfield picks his khopesh as he was shaking in fear
Dracula smiled darkly.
"Mortal... you're trembling," he said, voice like silk over razors, as he stepped forward. His nails, black and razor-sharp, grazed Renfield's neck.
Renfield flinched, defiant yet quivering. "Demon... what do you want from me?"
Before an answer could escape Dracula's lips, Miranda burst into the room.
In the blink of an eye—a blur of red and shadow—Dracula was in front of her.
With a graceful swipe, he slit her throat open. Blood sprayed like a fan as she crumpled.
Turning to Renfield, his eyes glowing like burning coals, he hissed,
"You have no one. Serve me, or suffer alone."
Renfield screamed, rage and grief warping his voice. He lunged.
Dracula didn't flinch. He whispered,
"Kneel."
Renfield's body convulsed—as if strings had pulled him down. He slammed to the floor, limbs trembling. Agony twisted his face as Dracula knelt beside him, grinning.
---
Years passed…
Renfield had become Dracula's shadow—his dog, his broken blade.
But now… he held a dagger pulsing with a black and silver aura, surrounded by the three Count siblings.
He leapt—betrayal burning in his veins—only for Alek to appear mid-air, hand through Renfield's chest.
Renfield gasped.
Silence.
He fell, lifeless.
Ethan collected the body, wordless. He buried him… but never held a ceremony.
---
Days later — The corpse refused to rot.
Then, a voice echoed in the wind… soft, chilling, ancient:
"OLPAR MEH—RISE, RENFIELD."
The ground broke.
Renfield clawed his way to the surface—reborn.
He vanished.
---
Year 1586.
Alek and Silas painted the market square red with blood. Screams echoed like choir hymns.
Among the chaos, an old man watched.
He stepped into an alley, lit a match, and burned his face.
Beneath the melting skin…
Renfield.
---
Present Day.
Ethan growled, "You want to end the Count family? Then why murder innocents?"
Renfield smirked, eyes wild.
"You think you understand? New Orleans sits on the gateway to Hell. Those people? They were fuel. They died so he could rise—the Ancient One."
Alek appeared from the shadows, voice cold:
"You're still one sacrifice short."
Renfield sneered.
The doors shattered open. Caleb and Clarissa stormed in. Renfield licked his lips.
"Ah… perfect timing. Let's play, Counts."
His eyes turned pitch black.
The graymen emerged.
Mud-faced monsters with lava veins and smoke for skin, crawling from the corners.
"Stop me… if you can."
He vanished.
Alek said low and sharp,
"He's mine."
A blur—Alek disappeared, air crackling where he stood.
The siblings faced the graymen.
Caleb snapped a creature's neck, black ichor splashing his boots.
"Humans bleed better," he muttered.
Ethan adjusted his suit.
"Showtime."
They tore through the graymen like lightning ripping through storm clouds.
---
Alek reached the inner chamber.
A small girl hung suspended.
His voice cracked, "Lila…?"
She looked at him, half-conscious. "Help me... mister."
A force field slammed him back.
He rose, staring at the ground. A circle of charcoal gray powder pulsed around her.
"Witch's salt," he growled.
From the darkness, Renfield stepped out, clapping slowly.
"Aleksander D'Thane Count. You've gotten soft."
Alek's eyes burned. "I love blood, but I don't kill children."
Renfield tilted his head, smiling like a corpse.
"That's where we differ. I kill everyone."
In an instant, Alek appeared and punched him so hard it broke the salt boundary. The girl collapsed into Alek's arms, unconscious.
"Caleb! Get her out!"
Caleb vanished with her.
Alek turned to finish this.
Renfield rose, cracking his neck, twisted body resetting with crunching sounds.
"Hard hit… but I'm still standing."
Blood streamed from his eyes and limbs as he began to change.
"You're facing a dark druid form now. Strength of two primordials. I've earned this power. And guess what?"
He grinned, insane.
"Now I understand why you gods love stomping on mortals. It's delicious."
With a scream, he lunged—the final war had begun.
Alek straightened, dusting off his coat with a casual flick of his wrist, but his tone was anything but light. "You've gotten better over the centuries, I'll give you that," he said, his voice dark and cold, each word laced with venom.
Renfield, still battered but grinning with an unsettling calm, shot back, "The mistake you made was not realizing that a druid's true heart is on the right side."
Alek's lips curled into a mock smile. "Guess I won't make that mistake again. Bet I'll tear you apart this time."
In a blur of motion, Renfield appeared behind Alek, spinning with lethal precision and delivering a vicious kick to his head. Alek's eyes flared, glowing with an eerie, supernatural light. In an instant, his hand shot up, catching Renfield's kick mid-air with ease. He twisted and slammed Renfield into the ground, sending shockwaves through the floor. The very foundations of the building groaned under the impact, tiles and dust bursting upward in a cloud of debris.
Renfield's body seemed to disappear into the shadows, only to reappear in front of Alek, his fist aimed squarely at the vampire's chest. Alek, anticipating the strike, parried the blow with a sharp elbow block, his movements fluid and precise. Without missing a beat, he retaliated, his fist shooting upward in a brutal uppercut that sent Renfield hurtling through the air.
But Renfield was quick. He regained control mid-flight, his feet digging into the air itself as he rocketed back toward Alek, unleashing a flurry of fists with relentless speed. The air crackled with the force of each strike, each punch landing with an intensity that should have shattered bones, but Alek stood unfazed.
For a brief moment, Alek left himself open, his posture shifting slightly to bait Renfield in. Renfield took the bait, his fists glowing with a dangerous, almost blinding aura. As he sent a powerful barrage toward Alek's exposed side, the energy in Renfield's fists seemed to intensify with each strike, like thunder cracking through the atmosphere.
Alek grinned, his body pulsing with dark energy, preparing for what was to come.
The impact was deafening, the air splitting apart as the quake reverberated through the room. The upper floor collapsed into the second layer with an earth-shattering rumble. The building trembled, cracks snaking across the walls as the ground floor shuddered beneath the force.
"Ethan!" came the sharp cry, echoing through the chaos.
Lisa froze, her blade still slick with the blood of another Grayman. She stepped back, eyes narrowing as she caught sight of something that stopped her dead in her tracks. Outside, a body dangled lifeless from the rafters—a child, his blood seeping into the earth, staining the ground beneath him. A jagged crack in the earth's surface let out waves of searing heat, the ground groaning in response. "The last sacrifice," Lisa muttered, her voice thick with the weight of realization.
The battle raged on inside as Alek's fist collided with Renfield's, sending the druid crashing through another wall. Alek stood tall, his lips curling into a grim smile. "You're still mortal, Renfield."
Renfield sneered, his voice calm but tinged with ancient malice. "I've been watching you, Alek. Softly, from the shadows. You've underestimated everyone. The Hundred Years' War, Paris's bloodbath, the conspiracy of 1700—I was there. I know what you're capable of."
Alek's smile faded, the tension in the room rising like a storm. "You're wrong."
Renfield's form slipped into the shadows, reappearing in a blur of movement. But before his attack could land, Alek's hand shot out, seizing his throat in a vice-like grip. The air turned thick with smoke, and when it cleared, Alek was holding the neck of a second Renfield, his eyes flashing an unnatural golden hue.
The doppelgänger's roar split the air as he shoved Alek away, sending him flying across the room.
Alek's landing was graceful, unshaken. "I'm not surprised. Annabelle told me dark druids are copycats—stealers of form. You can shape-shift now, too?"
Renfield's smile twisted into something darker. "You need to die."
Alek's eyes turned pitch black, his entire being shrouded in a suffocating aura. "I've had enough of this," he growled, his power surging outward.
Renfield lunged again, but Alek was faster. He dodged the strike and delivered a brutal punch to Renfield's chest, sending him crashing through the walls below. "Ever wonder why I'm the strongest? Why I could kill my father? Why your magic doesn't touch me?"
Renfield, dazed but relentless, pulled himself to his feet. "You're nothing."
Alek's voice dropped to a whisper as he approached. "Kneel."
The air around Renfield cracked with a supernatural force, and before he could resist, he was thrown to the ground, his body bound by the sheer power of Alek's presence. The glass around them shattered into jagged shards, which Alek willed to fly toward Renfield, piercing his body in a cruel, agonizing strike.
Renfield gasped, his form flickering, and his eyes widened in realization. "You can't kill me. This is a perfect replica of your body."
Alek's cold smirk only deepened. "Perhaps still imperfect. You've always been inferior, Renfield. You tried to use my name for your own purpose, but I found you—easily. Even as a druid, I'm your better."
Renfield, gasping for breath, hissed, "Who are you?"
Without hesitation, Alek plunged his hand into Renfield's chest and ripped out his heart, holding it up as the druid's life force flickered and died. "You knew me as a vampire, but I am more. I am Hellese, the dark beast. And when you get to Hell, greet Dracula. My father, Aleksander D'Thane Count, sends his condolences."
Renfield's fading voice trembled with defiance. "Even if you kill me... it won't stop what's coming. I finished my job here."
Alek's grin was dark, full of contempt. "I'm not planning to kill you. Death is too quick an escape from the pain I wish to inflict. You're still inferior to humans."
With a single motion, Alek healed Renfield with a drop of his blood, restoring his body enough to endure the torment. Dragging the broken druid by the collar, Alek hauled him down to the ground floor, where Lisa and Ethan stood, watching the crack in the earth swallow the boy's soul whole. As the rift closed, so did their hope for salvation.
Outside, the Black Marias screeched to a halt. Nolan stepped out, flanked by officers, as Alek tossed Renfield before him with a final sneer. "Watch your own, Nolan. I'll show you how powerless you truly are."
Nolan's officers handcuffed Renfield, their faces a mixture of awe and fear as they escorted him away.
Lisa's voice rang through the tension. "Renfield may be done for, but I think he finished what he came here to do."
Ethan's expression hardened. "The last sacrifice was made... he used that girl as a decoy."
Alek nodded, his voice cold and final. "I know. He didn't complete the ceremony, but he released something—something that will come to New Orleans. And it will know I'm here."
---
Meanwhile, deep within the woods, the ground trembled violently. A crack split the earth wide open, revealing molten lava that churned and boiled beneath the surface. The air was thick with an unnatural buzzing sound, like the call of a thousand crickets, reverberating through the trees. An antelope stumbled past, its body freezing in an instant, turning pale as its life drained away. The trees around it withered, their leaves crumbling to dust as an unseen force sucked the very life from the land.
And then, a hand—charred and blackened—emerged from the fissure, reaching for the world above. The blackness that followed was total.