"Then again, the opposite is true; the more people who know about something mystical, the less actual power it has. Back in my day, Black Court vampires were really powerful." He sighs heavily, getting a sad look on his face, "Really powerful..." He takes a sip of his coffee and snaps out of his revere. "Now, they're simple walking corpses, apparently thanks to a commissioned work the White Council asked an up and coming writer named Bram Stoker to do. From what I hear, they did something similar to a text called the Necronomicon."