Dracula watched as she left. He touched the spot where she kissed his cheek, smiling a bit. He looked out the window, thinking about how this fight could play out. The outcome of it wasn’t a known thing, it could go either way, Dracula wins the fight and he shows the hunters that his race isn’t bad or Dracula loses and this time, he wouldn't come back. The vampire laid back on the desk, wondering if fighting was absolute thing. Convincing Abraham is an option, he would just need to get the man to a position where they could talk. Fighting seemed less of an option anyways, Dracula didn’t even have a weapon to defend himself with….Not that he desperately needed a weapon.<br/>He knew the hunters would give up and meet in one spot, that one spot is wherever Abraham thinks the best meeting spot would be. He probably pick the bridge on the outskirts of the town, it’s an uncommon bridge. Most travelers avoid simply because of the belief this bridge is haunted and anyone who cross this bridge, a demon grab on to unexpected travelers, thus made it perfect for a meeting.<br/>Dracula closed his eyes, the hunters wouldn’t meet for quite some time, so there was no point in running out and wasting energy over nothing.<br/><br/>“Do you remember how to fight?”<br/><br/>A sword landed on Dracula’s chest, causing him to open one of his eyes. He never thought he would see this old thing again. He closed his eye, moving the sword off of him and on to the desk.<br/><br/>“Yes, Angelina, I still remember how to fight. Just because I lost once, doesn’t mean anything. Why are you here, shouldn’t you be busy turning men into animals or whatever it is that you do best?”<br/><br/>Angelina grinned, sitting down beside Dracula. “Oh you know me too well. As much as I love turning men into animals, I came to see you, My darling. I see the young witch has taking care of you, but no matter, you need me. After all, I can tell you the certain outcomes of situations. Besides, I can’t just drop by to see the monster who killed my older sister and give him a weapon?” She questioned, taking ahold of the vampire’s hand, kissing it gently.<br/><br/>Dracula didn’t respond to her, Angelina showing up here, it must be a good sign or he was going to die. It’s not like she would tell him, she liked keeping people in the dark, well she believed if she told what was going to happen the surprise would be ruined. He didn’t say anything as Angelina walked away, leaving to go back to her hiding place. The vampire stood up, grabbing the sword. Now that Dimitri and his annoying friend was gone, Dracula could get his own clothes back. He walked up stairs and into Dimitri’s room, going over to where he last saw his clothes. Dracula picked them up, changing out of his recent clothes and into his own. He sat down on bed, staring at the door. He couldn’t wait to see the look on the hunter’s face when he finds out that not only was Alexander is a vampire but the vampire.  Would the expression on Dimitri’s face be shock or anger? Or nothing at all, a blank face. A blank expression will ruin the fun, though.<br/>Dracula laid down, falling asleep.<br/>~~~~<br/>Nikolai stormed out of, yet, another abandon building.<br/>"Damn it! He wasn't there either. Alright, we need to head to the meeting place, it's almost midnight." He said, heading off towards the bridge.<br/>When they got to the bridge, everyone was already there. Abraham was taking reports, as normal. Nikolai knew he wasn't going to be pleased with what they found.<br/><br/>Dracula and Katrina were off to the side of the bridge, taking in what was going on. He gripped his sword tighter, funny, was it always this heavy? He looked over to Katrina.<br/>"It's time... Remove the spell." He mumbled, his eyes shifted back to Abraham.