layangabi

...it is screaming out at you from a well beloved Victorian classic. And no, it ain't Oscar Wilde's. o.O Specifically, it's Bram Stoker's *Dracula*...

*Is met with looks of disbelief*

What, you don't believe me?! LOOK!! *LOOK,* I SAY!!!!!!!!!!

(Excerpts taken from Jonathan Harker's Journal:)

"Then the Count turned, after looking at *my* face attentively and said in a soft whisper; 'Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?'

and as if that were not all:

"I awoke in my own bed. If it be that I have not dreamt, the Count must have carried me here. (so much for picture of leering vampire carrying unconsious young maiden in his powerful arms)...if it was the Count that carried me here and undressed me... "

(of course, Jonathan's narrative doesn't continue that line of thought. But still...)

And for a coup de grace, when the Count orchestrates a show of power and intimidation, and *throughly* impresses on Jonathan that he has no intention of letting him leave...

"The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me, with a red light of triumph in his eyes..."

This is entirely *Jan's* fault. *whacks evil friend in question.* Is *hers* I swears! I will never be able to get through a paragraph without looking for erotic subtext now!

Although slashy thoughts of Jonathan and the Count *is* quite nice...