Castle Bran was, well wasn't her home the true domain of Vlad. Funyad and Penari were the centerfold of the legacy and had a historical conection to the finest name of all the vampires. Bran was insulting, a keep visited three four times at best by her and her father. In no way was it the Castle Dracula it'd be like a child calling Disney Land their place of residence. It left a undoubtably foul taste in the daughters mouth. It was allready bad being the Glutton it was far from the title the well built vampire wanted. It was a fitting title as she almost never left her food alive and how she did everything in excessive quantity but still that didn't mean she aproved.
Nothing left her more sick more insulted and more enraged however when she ventured into the gift shop. Within the weathered yet still majestic castle was the atrocious room of product placement gimics and tacky material in general. Wasn't long before the entirety of the shop was set ablaze the store owner was hanging from the fan by his entrails held up in the macabre position synonymous with her families name. The heads of the three assistants were draped over the lights heads hollowed out so that feintly the light itself would shine from vacant sockets. And after that she felt slightly better about the place.
Venturing into the dining hall her distain was audible in soft spoken rambling about the ubsurdity of such marketing. Such as "who would want dad as a child mascot? Why does there choice look seem like an idiot? Why celebrate the novelized moderately inspired when there is the real deal." Hands still slick with the blood of idiots the self titled princess of vampires took a seat resting feet on the table and gleefully licking the gore from her hands. "Nyphixa right? You should stick with the pantless look. She devils are just to pretty to be burdened by clothes less they want to be." Seeing a being associated with hell was far more welcoming then the accursed store she burned down and splattered with gore.