His home should have been safe, but it wasn’t. It had never been. His heart burned with that realization as he regarded the cold stone walls. Dust coated almost all the surfaces. He realized, he’d almost stopped living. Well not that really was alive, but still. He’d stopped interacting with the world. All he knew of the modern day was that it was bleak. It was bleak, because he was alone. He did not have his love with him. Every time he walked these cold stone halls he was reminded of the woman he’d loved and lost. Hell he’d not been able to enter the room where he’d found her body. Every time he entered his own den, all he could see was her black hair fanned out on the stone floor. Her pale face, bloodless. Her dress stained in blood. Her body never to move again. Her eyes glassy and empty. It was torture. Torture he couldn’t deal with anymore. A strangled cry wrung from his throat. He would live for all eternity without his beloved. He couldn’t bare it anymore. Something had to break. Something had to give. A single cold, blood red tear fell down his cheek. He brushed his away angrily and stormed from the room.<br/><br/>He would sell this place.<br/><br/>He would move away from this cold desolate place. To a metropolis. To a place that held life all around. A place where a nightwalker wouldn’t be incredibly rare. A place where the night life was just as vibrant as the day life. He regarded the closed door and growled darkly. Grabbing his phone he called up the only man who knew what he was. Passed down from father too son, to daughter to son, to son, to daughter. Through generation of the family. His solicitor would know.<br/><br/>“What do you want Dray?” Growled a female voice on the other end of the line. He wondered vaguely what time it was.<br/><br/>“I want to sell this god be damned castle!” He viciously barked out. His tone bordering on violent. That got the women’s attention.<br/><br/>“What? Why? What the hell Dray?!?! It’s fucking 2am,” Grumbled the female with a tired worn kind of voice. He vaguely wondered why that was unusual he was a nightwalker after all.<br/><br/>“You do realize that I’m the UNDEAD yes?” He grumbled impatiently at the rather infuriating women.<br/><br/>“Ugh, doesn’t mean the rest of us are, you ingrate!” the woman grumbled.<br/><br/>“Shut up Liza, or I might just be tempted to drain you of what little blood remains in your brain!” Dracula snipped back at her.<br/><br/>“Laws and what not, you can’t Dray. So why do you want to sell anyways?” Liza MacDuagan asked.<br/><br/>“You know why,” Dracula gave as a non answer. Mostly to avoid saying it out loud. “What I need to know is where in the nine hells do I own a nightclub again?”<br/><br/>“Ummmm You own five. Care to elaborate big guy?” Liza drawled sarcastically. He owned a lot of businesses and other such nonsense. She could barely keep track. He could hear her rattling about with something. No doubt in her office. “I have the list of your properties here and their subsequent details. I’ll be by tomorrow sometime in the early morning. I’ll leave them in your office.” With that Liza ended the call grumbling about annoying bosses who worked her through the night and day. He snorted at the woman.<br/><br/>—————<br/><br/>That night he woke wondering if she had indeed left the package for him. He headed to his office and sure enough it was there. After reviewing the three sheets of paper. He decided on a nice spot in England. A busy town, but not the size of London. Still it would do nicely. A decently active night life. Good. This club was upscale. Not a shabby dig he owned a decent sized mansion on the outskirts of town. Yes this would do nicely. He called Liza and organized to move there in the coming days.<br/><br/>—————<br/><br/>All in all the move didn’t take him very long. He was walking down the street at the unholy hour of 2am knowing that dawn was a good two hours away. He knew a place that stayed open all night and day serving really decent coffee. The one food like item he still indulged in. Even if it didn’t agree with him. He enjoyed the taste, if not the after affects. He’d just been about to open the door when his eyes landed on a slim figure. He felt his breath catch and his eyes widen in utter shock. A single word slipped his lips “Wilhelmina”.