"The future? What nonsense do you speak?" he frowned. 

"Oh? So you can be a weird mystical creature without giving me any indication that you're human but me knowing things outside of this time is the strange thing?" Vincent laughed a bit. 

"You're...odd." 

"I suppose," Vincent smiled, leaning his back up against the window. "I really just want to know what you know, and maybe tell you a bit of what I know." 

"I let you stay here and treated you," he crossed his arms and stared into Vincent's eyes without giving anything away. "I don't owe you information." 

"Ah, true," Vincent shrugged and shook his head slightly. "I suppose I could just give you some then but it'll be hard without a baseline." 

He walked forward and sniffed Vincent's hair. He stared at him and sniffed again, getting even more confused as the time passed. "I've thought it strange but you don't smell like the other humans." 

"Oh? What do humans smell like?" Vincent tried to sniff himself but he couldn't distinguish anything. 

"Foul," he muttered, pressing his nose lightly into Vincent's hair. "You smell, oddly sweet," his eyes glistened in the light from the moon as he moved his mouth down to Vincent's neck. He sniffed him again and rested his lips against his skin, opening his mouth slightly for the tips of his fangs to gently graze his neck. 

"So, you are a vampire?" Vincent's voice startled him and he stood up straight and moved back quickly. He'd forgotten about the door being closed and bumped into it, wincing slightly. 

"Apologies," he appeared flustered, in a sense, and rested his head in his hand. 

"You don't seem like you interact with humans often," Vincent walked towards him and looked at his face, trying to get a good read on him. "That must mean you don't have to drink blood to stay alive. When was the last time you had blood? Do you want to drink my blood? What will happen if you do drink my blood? Will I become a vampire? You're the king of vampires right, Milord?" Vincent's eyes lit up with curiosity as he kept asking questions. 

He placed a hand over Vincent's mouth to stop him from rambling further. Then, he immediately removed it, as if disappointed in himself for touching Vincent. He tried to back up further into the door but that only made Vincent want to get closer to him. "I- uh, I-" he scrambled to find words but realized that ultimately it didn't matter what he said. Vincent was going to snoop around for information on him regardless. He'd already started doing that. 

"I don't need to drink blood, no," he forced out. "S-some humans turned vampires need to but most vampires don't-" he gently pressed his hands on Vincent's chest, trying to force him away. "Drinking blood among vampires is a more intimate situation. Especially vampire to vampire." 

"Is that why you're so flustered?" Vincent chuckled. "Tell me more about your vampire culture." 

"You're shaking," he looked down at his hands on Vincent's bare chest. There was still just a sheet wrapped around him. 

"I'm not shaking because I'm scared," Vincent corrected. "I'm cold." 

"But, you're warm?" he frowned. 

"I'm still living, so yes, I'm warm," Vincent snickered. "But, I'm cold so my body is shivering. It's a thing humans do to try and create energy and warm ourselves up but I've never found it very useful."

"Come with me," the vampire grabbed Vincent's hand and dragged him down the long hallways in the dark. Vincent tried his best to focus his eyes but he couldn't see anything no matter how hard he tried. Candles lit themselves when they entered a bedroom. Vincent looked around, mystified by it, and watched the vampire open his closet. He moved through the items one by one and frowned. 

"Here," he finally stated, handing Vincent some clothes. He allowed the sheet to fall and quickly put them on. 

"Thank you very much, Milord." 

"Don't call me that," he requested. 

"I don't have anything else to call you and quite frankly I will never call you 'Dracula'" Vincent shuddered, remembering the book. The name didn't do this vampire justice. 

"Well, I suppose since it's just us," he looked around as if deciding, and then finally looked at Vincent. "My name is Adrian Crevan, or at least, it was." 

"Crevan? Oh, that reminds me, why are you 'Vlad'? All of the other portraits just say 'Dracula'" Vincent's curiosity got the better of him again. Adrian tensed. 

"It's..." he paused, growing even tenser by the moment. "Because I was given this role by the previous Dracula and am not very well accepted as Dracula yet. There is a collection of vampires trying to overthrow me at the moment since one of them looks very similar to the first Vlad, Vlad Dracula Tepes. He was something of a legend and I'm not living up to the name or even the other name I share with the Alucard...I'm actually quite the failure..." he muttered, moving to the bed to sit down. He rested his head in his hands. "They're also wondering if I'm even an alpha since I haven't taken a mate or used any of my abilities since gaining the title and now I'm a hermit and avoiding the whole situation entirely...I don't know why I was given this position..." 

 "Vlad Dracula Tepes? Alucard? Alpha?" Vincent sat down next to Adrian and stared at the candles on the wall. His mind wandered and then he stood up. "Holy shit this is the plot to Castlevania and I'm stuck in the omegaverse too?!" he gasped. "Wait, so if I'm stuck in some vampire omegaverse what does that make me?" he muttered, walking around in a circle with his hand on his chin. "I'm not a vampire so I don't have a role...do I? I don't think so. But then again, he did say I smell and that seems like a very omagaverse thing...am I an omega? Or something entirely different?" 

"Uhm-" 

"Being a vampire wouldn't be very practical if I'm constantly traveling so maybe I'm not a vampire and have no role entirely in this. I still have to figure out what the source of my traveling is and-" 

"Vincent!" 

Vincent stopped and stared at the newbie vampire overlord. "What?" 

"I don't understand what you're saying but I don't think it's a good idea for you to get so excited. You're still healing even if I fixed your physical wounds..." 

"Oh, that reminds me!" 

"What?" 

"Will you teach me if I teach you? You said no before but..." 

"Are you going to keep asking me?" 

"Yes." 

"Then I guess I don't really have a choice..."