Dracula wasn't just undead, he was drop dead gorgeous.
Picture Dorian Gray after a lifetime of sculpting his physique with chiseled moonlight and greasing his hair with the tears of fallen angels.
His pecs could deflect sunlight, his biceps bulged like gargoyles on a sugar rush, and his abs were a washboard capable of shredding not just cheese, but the very fabric of reality.
This wasn't a vampire lord, it was a Michelangelo masterpiece sprung to life, dripping with enough charm to seduce the Pope into walking around barefoot, wearing a wife-beater.