Late eighteen hundreds was when Stoker wrote his little book, which is when Drac whispered it in his ear late at night to get himself a little bit of fame. He was alive up until a year or so ago, though, knowing that ass, he found a way to wiggle out of a Slayer killing him.
Oh gosh. Save him from curious teenage girls.
Late eighteen hundreds was when Stoker wrote his little book, which is when Drac whispered it in his ear late at night to get himself a little bit of fame. He was alive up until a year or so ago, though, knowing that ass, he found a way to wiggle out of a Slayer killing him.
God, I hate him.