If Dracula needed allies, there was always a small group of werewolves, who would be willing to fight alongside the vampire. He also knew another witch, well actually several.  Turns out when Dracula killed the strongest witch, he gained the trust of her two sisters and a group of witches. The witch he killed wasn’t much liked one. As far as human allies, Dracula didn’t have any. To him, the hunters were out of the question. Where would he even make human allies? Besides, what was the point in having human help?<br/>Dracula viewed human as weak to a certain period, they didn’t have the power to heal or change their bodies. Their minds could be bent, filled with corruption. Yet, the vampire knew that humans also had strength behind them, at least when a human’s heart was truly set on something they desired. Dracula’s feeling towards human was beginning to change, he’d seen the beauty in humans, and Dracula couldn’t just let that disappear.<br/>The vampire easily appeal to the lower class and the middle class, maybe he could get some of the rich class to join him. His offers would have to be a lie, no one would follow him if they knew his real intent. He would have to think about what he could offer. If the pub was doing great and if Katrina was willing, Dracula could pull some money out of the business, use that money to bribe the people.<br/><br/>“I don’t know what I shall do after this. I might go home and think over a plan. One that will work out nicely, I hope.” He replied.<br/><br/>It was a little after midnight and the party had started to wind down. Everyone was leaving in large herds, Katrina, Dimitri, and Dracula were among the horde that was leaving. It was also around the time that Katrina’s potion was starting to take hold. Of course, the potion wasn’t fully working, so the effects weren’t that noticeable…..at first. As they got closer to the pub, Dracula realized he felt off or at least different, his mind felt more clouded and hazy. He couldn’t have gotten that drunk, he only had a few drinks and his drink wasn’t spiked. He would have tasted it. So why did he feel different? Once they reached the pub, the potion had taken full affect. Dracula couldn’t help but be so happy and friendly, especially to Dimitri. The vampire walked up next to Dimitri and stared at his face. Did his face always look that attractive? He petted Dimitri’s face.<br/><br/>“Has your face been this soft and attractive all long? No matter…I love it anyways.” He purred.<br/><br/>Dracula growled slightly, it was more to himself than anything else. He couldn’t control himself and since when did he start feeling this way towards Dimitri?! Dracula’s emerging love for Dimitri was strange in all honesty, Dracula wanted no answer for this, all he wanted was Dimitri and his sweet smelling blood.