The look from Wyze's face dropped. "Oh. You're once of those kinds of vampires." He huffed, walking away from Cassandra and Babara. "Do you have any idea how many thousands of vampires have come with that same goal in mind?" Wyze stopped at a pile of books by the window, picking one up and making his way back to Cassandra. "And do you know how many have succeeded in that pipe dream?" He dropped the book at Cassandra's feet, which landed with a heavy thud. It seemed to be a book dedicated to the history of vampires, one in particular. "One. Alucard. Slain by Van Helsing. Led to a purge of hundreds of thousands of your seemingly brain dead undeads."<br/><br/>"Master Wyze!" Babara bleated, but Wyze ignored her.<br/><br/>"So before you continue this pointless venture to bringing misery to the unfortunate and reawaken the great Blood Sucker Empire, let me be clearly heard when I tell you you're dream is going to crash harder than a dragon with a hole in his wing." He finished, huffing and walking back to another pile of books, tossing a few aside as he began to look for something.<br/><br/><br/>Jon would perhaps be able to hear the commotion from above as Wyze had his little rant. As lucky as Jon was at learning the basics of a standard Reformation spell, he may not be quite up to the task of facing an angry vampire, if it came to that.