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 * He looks down at the ground. It is covered in the blood of his friends and family. The Turks move him into position. He looks up at the executioner with eyes full of pain and agony and back at the blood. He groans as the executioner raises his axe above Vlad's neck. He dives his head for the blood as the executioner begins his downward stroke. He stretches his tongue out as far as it can towards the ground. He takes up a large amount of blood. He swallows it, the taste of iron gushing down his throat. Then, something falls out around his neck. It's the silver cross. The axe slams down onto his neck and decapitates him. The axe slices the cross in half. Then all goes dark. The Count laughs maniacally.

The Count: And thus, I am born.