"Oh good," he responded. "So the Count, interested that he was not the only one capable of things a human should not be, he befriended the poor Doctor. And this Doctor, unknowing of his own power, fell in love with the Count.

"The Count promised him many things. Money, eternal youth, talent, power. All that they needed was blood. Lots of blood, but not any blood. Oh no, it needed to be young blood. And it needed to be taken. It'd very important, how to you take the blood and who you take it from."

His finger circled the rim of that glass and he paused, looking at his friend. "Love was the beginning of the end. Love took someone who helped people and turned them into a murderer."

Now, to be fair the Count was more than just psychic and well versed in the dark arts, but Fabian still did not know this. After all, if someone finds out you're good at manipulating than you are no longer good at it are you? He leaned his chin upon his other palm and remained silent a little longer.

"They used to call me his Red Hand, but no one would dare do anything about it. Not for a little while at least. Anyway, I think I'm finally older than how many bodies I piled up in number."