The Count Dracula Alternate Ending

The rejection was sobering. The older vampire's stoic, matter-of-fact demeanour brought her back down to earth, and after her brief delirium everything seemed real again, at least in a material sense. She was in the strange hotel room, and she was looking up at the man who had fed her what he claimed was blood of some non-human variety. Its coppery taste still lingered at the back of her mouth, and whatever it was it had certainly sated her hunger. She wondered what it was but spoke no more; instead she cautiously sat upright, and blinking she slid back an inch or two from her companion.

For a moment she wondered who he really was, where he came from, what he did by day—or by night, presumably. Her familiarity with popular fiction had thus far inhibited her from discovering the true effects of the sun on her kind; prolonged periods in the light would weaken her, but she wouldn't petrify and flake away into ashes like innumerable representations of Count Dracula. She wondered too what he intended to do with her, and when, but her wariness was such that she was quick to take advantage of him letting her leave. She nodded a series of short, quick

Since the change she had feared herself more than any other, but now she had undeniable proof that there were others in the world to be feared more than she—if indeed her own perception of reality could be trusted. Tonight wasn't the first time she'd questioned her own sanity, and she doubted it would be the last. Human minds are often too fragile to comprehend the existence of vampires, and this in part was why they went to such lengths to keep their existence a secret, and to ensure that humans were not turned without due care and good reason. Whatever about the creature she had become, Aurelia Krupskaya the human was by now fit for an indefinite stay in a psychiatric ward. Of course, if she were to check herself in and tell the doctors of vampires and teleportation she would never be let