Dracula Bride Files

The plan for Selena is laid out. The young beauty is obsessed with both the supernatural and unsolved crimes and British history. A castle just outside London has been bought. Its history? It belonged to a Nobelman who supposedly inspired Bluebeard, supposedly he made Henry VIII look like a veritible wife guy. The wives would often meet tragic or unknown fates. One day, the nobleman was found dead, the ring given him to his latest unfortunate wife missing. The letter appeals to Selena's morbid curiosity. Perhaps hosting a documentary? Inspiration for her show? She shows the letter to her new husband Benny. Quite the unsual honeymoon. The pair arrive, excited about the atmopshere, bursting with question. Selena's energy in tandem with her beauty fills Dracula with the utmost desire. He guides them through the halls, Blackthorn's jousting armor, jewelry of his first wife, a portrait of his last. Over dinner Dracula inquires Selena about her interests, his eyes drawn to her n...

  her husband Adam are at a charity function. Her dress, not vulgar, only a little piece of skin, and yet, men who look at her feel seduced. The way she moves, it is charisma, pure and simple. The host of the function addresses everyone's attention. He says they now have the funds to convert an old burned down manor into an orphanage. And as a special bonus, they have a rare piece of art, thought lost. A portrait of Austrian royalty. He opens the curtain, and the crowd gasps, many now looking at Anne. As Anne and Adam leave the event, they're approached by an old man, with a limp, and a scar above his right eye. His voice, a German accent, speaks with a strange mixture tenderness and gravelly bitterness. He asks if he can speak with Anne. Well, he wouldn't be from the era of the painting. But yes, let us hear his grim story. He talks about how he has trailed Dracula through the decades. How he targets women. Artists. Royalty or royalty adjacent. They sate his urges for ...

  Dracula observes a Megan at the Academy Q&A for Jennifer's Body, with corset, accentuating her bust, evoking blood dripping down her. It as it she is presenting herself to him, advertising a menu, and his desire inflames. He approaches her and Machine Gun Kelly Telling her he found it quite fascinating. Perhaps she would like to visit Castle Dracula itself. He stares into Megan's eyes, and she accepts. MGK talks to her afterwards, surprised, he would think even as a horror fan, that old fashioned monster stuff is dated. Megan, almost sighing, says she doesn't know, now that she's older, she feels she...appreciates the classics. The pair arrive at the castle. Dracula does not do much to make it more fairy tale. If anything, the Gothic decor has been accentuated. Megan is mesmerized. The spires, the shadows. MGK admits some of it is pretty cool, but the way she hangs on the every word of their host bothers him. He prepares dinner for Megan, in his head already si...

Dracula comes to Ariana in a dream, the next "persona" in Ariana's ever changing retinue should be a more shadowy one. A darker one. She murmurs in her sleep, her boyfriend Ethan looks over. Over the next few days, Ariana starts wearing darker lipstick, a song more in line with her haunting contemporaries, a photoshoot with bat and web motifs. Nobody remarks on this, just another pivot from flashy pop star to broadway chic to now this. But Ethan notices, notices her in her dreams, as she moans, as her hands explore herself. He has been worried, talking to a friend, the talk doesn't help. He comes home then hears her, her moans, her cries, he opens, the depraved sigh overwhelms him.   Ariana rises, a composite of all her personas, the child star, the edgey youth, Glinda, and now, Dracula's dark bride. Now she greets her lord.

  Dracula crafts a plan. He knows of Blake's fascination with antebellum architecture, decor. She sits at home, when her wisecracking husband Ryan pulls out a strange looking envelope. An invitation. To the oldest plantation house in the country. The author knows she of all people will appreciate it. The pair arrive, the moonlight shining over the trees. Blake gasps at the sight, the grandeur of it all. Dracula greets the couple. Ryan trying to be polite but unable to avoid making a joke. Dracula ignores him. His eyes fixated on his radiant wife. The luminous Blake Lively. Her golden hair, the way her dress accentuates her neck and cleavage. Dracula is a hidden tempest of desire and anticipation. The two are taken to the dinner hall, the spread a celebration of history. Ryan is somewhat irreverent, but Blake is anything but. She marvels at everything. Dracula talks about the restoration, the controversy, how some wanted it taken down brick by brick. Blake pouts, just because m...

  Salma's husband arrives home with fantastic news. The art dealer has tracked down rare Frida. A work by Salma's favorite artist and personal hero thought lost. How it ended up in Eastern Europe he's sure he does not know, He wanted to to surprise her with as an anniversary gift, but the seller insisted on having them come here, he loathes to travel to far. Francois thinks it's for tax reasons. But it's time to pack their bags. The pair arrive at Dracula's castle. To see the very image of Mexican beauty in person is intoxicating. Her voice, her curves. It is amazing how well she is preserved, one might mistake her for being the vampire she is most famous for playing, he remarks. Salma brushes off the joke, not she isn't. A knowing, wicked smile curls on Dracula's lips. Not yet. As they dine, he weaves his spell. It is very difficult for him not to take right there in front of her husband, her hot Mexican bloods calls to him so. But he plays it...

  Emma speaks at a summit, her boyfriend Keiran Brown looking on with pride. He speaks of womens's rights. Human rights. This fire stirs Dracula's appetite, the pride and satisfaction of the challenge, of turning this symbol of virtue and enlightenment into his sex-craved slave. He approaches her, telling her speech was most interesting, compliments dripping with condescension, eyes blazing with intention. Emma excuses herself, parting with her beau. Emma and Kieran are heading home in the car. She finds herself, thinking about "His highness." Making her skin crawl, she begins to rant, not realizing the more space she lets him occupy, the more he is inside her. She climbs into bed, still dwelling on the encounter. She begins to dream, dreams of submission, of whips and collars and chains and being little more of than a pet the of figure that disgusted her in waking life. Emma is in a pit of obsessions and sensation. One night, when Kieran is at the library. Sh...

  Angelina Jolie Dracula crafts a plan to lure Angelina to his estate. She won't be brought in by vanity or petty ambition. No, he must lure her with a cause. She has recently been publicly sparring with a dictator, one whose polity if close to Dracula. He does not leave his borders, not for New York, not for anywhere a revolutionary can get to him, where human rights lawyers can impede his return. Dracula offers a chance to mediate, on neutral ground. On one hand Angelina is hesitant, the thought of being in the same room with this person. And yet...if she can save one life, maybe two... She arrives at the castle gates. There she spots him. Her adversary. The dictator. Dracula then appears, greeting them both. The dinner conversation is terse, of course. The dictator is proud, unapologetic. Smug. Angelina barely eats. The dictator says that hard times create hard men, as a descendant of Vlad the Impaler, Dracula understands. Dracula smiles, saying as he recalls, his country...

  Florence is on a boat with her boyfriend, Finn Cole, off the Mediterranean coast. The sun beats down on her, her bikini hugging her curvy form. When suddenly, as it out nowhere, a storm hits, the waves start rocking. Florence and Finn try to navigate to the shore. They find an adequate spot, an estate overlooking it. As the storm passes, they notice it is night. They feel nervous about possibly trespassing, but they're sort of stranded. They make their way to the hill. The conversation continues, Dracula's seductive air against Florence's more spunky, sarcastic nature. That night Dracula sneaks into the room, his hands roaming her chest as begins to feed, Florence murmurs, but then he sees the sun break through. He manipulated time and weather to bring her here, but it seems in his excitement to procure he, lost track of it himself. He slips back into his coffin. As Finn wakes, he notices Florence groggy, trying to block out the sun. Is she sick. He spends the day ...

  Dua and her fiance Callum are enjoying themselves on the beach shores of Mexico, the sun reflecting her on her glistening skin in the festively adorned but tiniest of bikinis. She notices a cargo ship passing by the port. She doesn't know why, but a sudden chill runs down her spine, her she wraps her arms around herself, smashing her breasts together. The man who is ostensibly supposed to be her future husband notices the strange look, and inquires. That night she and Callum are in the hotel lobby, a fusion of Latin American splendor and cheer. As they are sharing drinks, a stranger walks over. Callum tries to be polite but dismissive, but as he looks into Dua's eyes, she feels compelled to ask about his accent. There, Dracula talks about his homeland, his fiefdom, how that part of the world almost worships Dua like a Goddess. She nods, saying she's always been touched by the devotion of her Balkan kin. That night, dreams of Balkan courts, ancient rites come to Dua i...

  Beyonce The two arrive. Dracula greets the pair with his usual suave demeanor, trying to restrain his unhinged desire at the Goddess before him. Her skin, her figure, her air, proud and alluring, attractive and yet posing the challenge for him to dominate. What a thrill, what an accomplishment it will be for when Beyoncé herself submits. He takes Beyoncé into the hall, to perform, he has the orchestra set out, the sheet music, she sings, and seems possessed. Jay-Z watches, never has his own wife seemed more desirable, but there's something otherworldly going on. While Dracula stares, a smile curling on his lips. They now sit down for dinner, Beyoncé hangs on every word. Jay can't believe it, Beyoncé, who exemplifies the untouchable, the divine, the proud, almost acting like a flustered schoolgirl around this stranger. As Beyonce and Jay-Z are shown to their rooms, the mood becomes terse. He is sour with his wife, in turn leading Beyonce to hit back, after his his...

  Taylor Swift Dracula crafts his plan. He knows this will take strategy and all his supernatural power. Proud feminists and small town Christian girls do not often overlap in their ideology, but not wishing to become his slave for eternity would be one where they do, and Taylor is both. But the challenge of accomplishing that desecration only adds to the thrill. He knows for all her modernity and girl next door girl image, will not be able to resist he summons of a Prince. She is has been obsessed with American royalty like the Kennedys, the writing of Shakespeare, a royal invitation to a genuine castle will stoke the fires of her ambition and imagination. At home, next to her fiance, Travis Kelce, she opens the letter. The invitation, signed with Dracula's blood takes a subtle, quick hold over her. Travis, not the most introspective notices it, but it is quickly brushed off. The pair arrive at the castle. Taylor marvels everything she sees. Travis looks a little lost, out of...

  Rihanna sits at home with Rakim, "ASAP Rocky" Mayers. She receives an envelope. Addressed to Fenty's founder and most well known model. Inside a letter, and stack photos. Photos of his previous brides, posing in provocative lingerie. Women who would not return her calls. Women she wouldn't dare ask. The letter proposes a pooling of resources. Her brand. His talent. They could produce something...amazing together. Rakim is wowed by the sight, but something about their look seems...off. But Rihanna is consumed by ambition. The pair arrive at the castle. Dracula's mouth curls in desire. The Barbadian goddess herself. He extends a flowery greeting, and obligatory one to her husband. They make their way to the dining hall. They talk shop. And because it's about intimate apparel, about bodies, it cannot be said to be unprofessional. But Rocky knows the innuendo, he sees the way Dracula is looking at his wife. He tells Rihanna he has something she would like ...

  Ana is basking by her pool, her lotioned body glistening in the sun. She gets an alert on her phone, someone is at the door. She checks the camera. It's a priest? How did he even find her? Is he a random solicitor. The private movie star wants to ignore her, but the young devout girl who wanted to maker father proud by saying her prayers, who went to catechismo, is compelled to see what this. She steps in front of the door. The priest, eyes trying not to directly stare at her perfect, pool ready form bows his head. She asks how he found her. The priest said it's not how he found her. It's how...*it* found her. The creature. It has been stalking her, and the padre merely follow him. Ana notices something left on her counter. An old booklet. A diary of a Spanish nobleman. The account reads of him letting a stranger in his house. As a guest. His wife was wary, wary of his aura, of the way he looked at her, but the nobleman insisted his guest was a fellow gentleman, an...

  Scarlett's husband Colin has been trying to unload a ferry he unwisely bought, when he receives an offer, a generous offer. An insane offer. The only condition is the buy wants to do the transaction over dinner. Not even check out the ferry, he says he can "tell" if it's right once they meet in person. Come to his estate upstate. Bring his wife. Scarlett and Colin arrive at the estate, Scarlett has been everywhere, but there is something...stunning about this place. Dracula greets the pair. They dine, and Dracula's eyes never leave arguably the biggest movie star in her world, She is, both a classic Hollywood bombshell and a modern sparkplug. Her lips, her smile, her bust. Luscious. She truly is luscious. He takes them to the study. The contract is truly arcane and dense, Scarlett begins to question at how strange it all seems, maybe he should reread it. But the temptation, to relieve untold tons metal, he almost doesn't care if he loses money on it anymo...

  Anya is at gala with her husband, Malcolm. A stranger walks over, asking her to dance. Her eyes, her ethereal eyes, suddenly grow hazy. She takes his hand. They dance, she seems lost in it until he says something that startles her. He whispers in her ear about the Diezmo Del Sangre. Anya’s famous wide eyes grow wider in horrified recognition. And excuses herself, looks for Malcolm, saying they need to leave. Malcolm ask her what what was all about, but she's afraid he won't believe her, that's she's talking nonsense. Try him. She regales the stories from her Abuela. About how her great grandfather made a pact with a stranger for prosperity. And it seems the stranger delivered on his end, the family did indeed become wealthy. Magnates. Diplomats...movie star. Her abuela knew, ever since Anya was a child, her otherworldly beauty, her haunting eyes her supernatural interests, she world be the one. Like a tree that would one day bear the most succulent dates. She doesn...

  Sydney Sweeney He crafts a plan to ensnare the sex symbol. He knows Sydney is famous for her relentless business hustle, and need to stay in the fame. Sydney is lounging by her pool when she gets an offer, from a mysterious producer, royalty looking to get into film. It's chance do a period piece playing Mary Somerville. Again, a chance to prove she's more than just a blonde bombshell, imagine playing a scientist, in a costume drama. After a year of iffy box office and controversies, this should prove her haters wrong once and for all. Her current beau, Scooter Braun, is surprised by the news, another royal looking to breaking into the business, huh? Scooter, a known social climber, insists on coming from this mysterious investor, at the castle where they’ll ostensibly be shooting. They arrive, There is Sydney, dressed to impress, her outfit low cut and displaying ample cleavage, little realizing how much temptation she is dangling to a creature for whom lust and hunger...