During the moment with Jonathan in the cell, Dracula does a reptilian laugh. It was almost worse for the guy, in that the Count would have outright possessed Jonathan. I opted for another way. Given, after all, I had already established that the Count could not gain full access to an out and out possession of those once in his power without that invitation.
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‘I have almost entered your soul fully; just another step. Perhaps only two, my friend. I have used your mouth before. The trail into you is so familiar, is it not? You enjoyed it when I filled you,’ he whispered. ‘My blood once consumed will always make that transition smooth. The pain of your passage into eternity will be muted.’

A soft reptilian laughter slithered through his soul. ‘The time has come, you see. You will not cast me out. You will only invite me in, with your pleasure.’ It would be easy for him, the Count insisted from within his mind; there may be sorrow or devotion from Jonathan or the servant, but it would come. He need only be patient.

For an instant, Jonathan felt as though the laugh had come from his mouth, but he was too woozy to be certain. They were not one; they were still but two. However, he knew that the next words did come from his mouth; they were torn out haltingly, raspy, with a reverberation that told of his nature; it told of the strength and the power of his glory.

The point was made with those four words; the Count’s resolve was absolute, albeit temporary. “I—will—be--reborn.”

And Jonathan would be damned.

“No,” Jonathan managed to whimper quietly, skirting around the servant’s mind.