(Intro)<br/><br/>Vanessa had been working as a journalist for an occult-based news site, based in Los Angeles. The purpose of the site was to try and let the human world know of the existence of the supernatural - though so far the only coverage was into sightings and investigation into rumors. The site had a small but loyal fanbase consisting of the usual types of supernatural fans. Overall though, the news site hadn't done much to attract attention from the supernatural community... assuming it existed. Rather there was worry that if anyone found out, the news site - and perhaps the rest of those trying to investigate the invisible world - would be put in jeopardy. Unlike other instances of invading privacy, these guys were suspected of possessing powers capable of easily tracking and killing offenders.<br/><br/>And Vannie knew this. Being invited to a formal gathering by Dracula - perhaps THE Dracula - was going to be nerve-wracking. She did her homework on him, and in the weeks leading up the party itself she even went on a trip to 'The Castle' to take some exterior shots, though she couldn't get past the gates. Maybe that was why she was given the invitation.<br/><br/>Then again, the whole thing could just be an elaborate farce set up by an imposter. That just added yet another unknown to a pile of them.<br/><br/>But now, arriving at the mansion in her own car, she took a deep breath. She was invited, so she might as well let herself in. For jouralism.<br/><br/>(Anyone)<br/><br/>Vannie was dressed in what could be slapped together for fifty bucks; a simple sleeveless blue cocktail dress and a black lacy sleeveless jacket going to her knees, as well as a set of one of her own sets of heels. Her awareness of the cost of the ensemble made her worry that this might in some way make her stand out as a 'commoner'. But once she was past the gates leading up to the front doors, she tried to put that worry aside.<br/><br/>Once she made it inside, she looked around, seeing that everyone was looking rather... varied, to put it mildly. The guests and staff were human, but not so much. She didn't bring her camera since she assumed photography wouldn't be allowed, but she did take some mental notes.