Alexander woke up from a good day's sleep, full of problems and plans to ponder upon. He slept in one of his many hideouts, usually located underground of his many night clubs. This time he was underneath the "May-hen". "Now that's something interesting...", he thought as he dressed his black suit. Another of his vampiric visions had come to him, and a very peculiar one this time. Someone interesting was coming to the city - to HIS city, as he liked to call it.<br/><br/>He took the elevator up a couple of floors into a reserved area of the night club. That was the "Fang's Lounge", obviously because only vampires were accepted. Those vampires that actually knew about those 'secret parties' were few, and most of them worked for Alexander. Aside from vampires, only "Cattle" was allowed - healthy men and women who were enslaved by blood and served only as vampiric food. Alexander had a grin in his face, as he greeted the most notable guests. "My Kinsmen!", he said in a loud, imposing voice (even though the music's volume was drastically turned down as he raised his left hand). "It's delightful to have you once again with me, and you know I care for all of you as true brothers". It had quite an effect on the younger vampires, whose reddish eyes glared in admiration - the older ones were used to that kind of speech, but still they recognized it could be very effective. "And it is as a true brother, that I tell you this:... (a pause for incresed effect)... A powerful vampire is coming to our city, as I've dreamed it. It would be wise of him to come and pay his respects, right? (he smiled) But I suppose he is not aware of my presence here, so it would be nice if one of you many gentlemen could 'guide the way', or so to speak".  It was done. Not another word was necessary, those loyal to him - practically all in the room - they understood the message, and would be on the look out for the new vampire immediately.<br/><br/>Alexander returned to his living room, underneath the "Fang's Lounge", taking with him a young enslaved woman and another vampire. The vampire was know only as Kraig, and was considered by many as Alexander's right arm. Kraig stood still by the door, as Alexander took the woman to a couch and started feeding. As soon the 'boss' was done, Kraig said: "What is it you want, m'lord?", his grave british accent fitted perfectly with his archaic clothing. "I lied to them, Kraig", answered Alexander, wiping the blood from his mouth with a tissue, "I said it was a vampire, but I'm almost sure it was something far worse". Since Kraig remained silent, Alexander continued: "I believe the one I saw in my dreams was The Pariah...". "Are you sure, m'lord?" asked Kraig, the concern in his eyes. "Pretty sure. I was afraid telling those lowly vampires would lead to a blood hunt, and I have better uses for such a historical figure...". "I understand" said Kraig, "I will have my men look into this personally". "Great. Now be careful, I believe those rotting garlic-throwers (vampire hunters) will be after him as well", said Alexander. "Understood" replied Kraig, vanishing into the shadows around him.<br/><br/>----------------<br/><br/>"So he was right, the 'hunters really want our mark", said Kraig, after droping the hunter whose neck he had just snapped. He put up a good fight, but being ganged up by four vampires at once was too much. Those accompanying Kraig were his most trusted vampires - they often worked together, and liked to call themselves the "Blood Hooded". "Look at the chase down there" said Kraig, coming near the rooftop's edge, "You two eliminate the hunter and bring back The Pariah. I have been called by Lord Alexander, and you are coming with me (pointing to the remaining vampire)". They all nodded, and Kraig and one of them vanished in the night's darkness. The other two had grins in their faces. "Fool 'stake-wielder', runnin' 'round alone in the night". They lowered their crimson hoods, leaving visible only their long fangs. The hunter's blood they had just tasted made them euphoric - and they surely wanted some more. And thus, filled with overconfidence, they jumped through the night's air towards the lone hunter.