He's lived for centuries, cursed to hunt the night and never love lest he slay the object of his affection. In the 1950s, he finally found his perfect venue. The spy who came in out of the cold? No; he /is/ the cold, and his embrace is chill indeed. His power over the minds of women is well-documented. His ability to escape close calls is legendary. But it's easy, when you can just take another form.
Bond, Count Bond of Transylvania. Never gets too close, never sweats, and never ever reveals his true nature. Even Moneypenny wouldn't understand.
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He's lived for centuries, cursed to hunt the night and never love lest he slay the object of his affection. In the 1950s, he finally found his perfect venue. The spy who came in out of the cold? No; he /is/ the cold, and his embrace is chill indeed. His power over the minds of women is well-documented. His ability to escape close calls is legendary. But it's easy, when you can just take another form.
Bond, Count Bond of Transylvania. Never gets too close, never sweats, and never ever reveals his true nature. Even Moneypenny wouldn't understand.