<div class="floatleft">(http://33.media.tumblr.com/6eb4105d6184fe46ca7d00bffe9284a4/tumblr_nbyb9jqo2X1rp0vkjo1_500.gif)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Vlad Dracula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10743068#msg10743068)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Katherine's Apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Diego, Katherine<br/><hr/><br/>He risked a quick look over to Diego after he heard the bottle slap against the palm of his hand. He nodded as his friend and brother in all but blood downed the contents. It wasn't nearly enough he figured, but anything was better than nothing in a situation such as this. He was right, and the Spaniard's aura pulsed brighter for the blood he'd been given. He could even hear the relief in the man's voice. After killing one of the lycan's, he threatened the Alpha. He thought he could cowtow him into submission, but he was mistaken. This man was not just<em>an</em>Alpha. He was one of<em>the</em>Alpha's. It only took a moment after the man's laugh, and then he was the White Wolf.<br/><br/>A Lycan known by even the highest members of any Coven worth mentioning. "You finally show yourself, Wolf. I wonder what plan you have that warrants coming out of hiding?" The Alpha told them that he wouldn't tell them anything, and if they wanted answers they could come find him. He was gone in an instant, and Dracula scoffed. "No matter, beast. We will uncover your plan in due time," he spoke to the air as he turned his eyes to the poor soul the White Wolf had left behind.<br/><br/>The poor creature had a dilemma. Face certain death at the hands of his master despite being abandoned like a broken toy. Or face potential death, but assured torture at the hands of the Rose. Either way, he would not come out ahead. He showed a small bit of intelligence, and decided to attack the Childer. The weakest among them. But attacking her didn't mean Vlad and Diego simply ceased to exist. He made a move, only to stop when she grabbed Diego's knife and stabbed the wolf in the chest. He grinned and was on the lycan before he could fully retreat, a clawed hand squeezing his neck as he held him off the ground.<br/><br/>"The young one has some<em>fight</em>in her, Diego," the Count said as he looked over his shoulder toward the pair, despite the struggling and gasping werewolf in his grip. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. You always have had a talent for spotting raw potential." A loud and nasty crack reverberated through the night and the wolf went limp. He dropped him to the roof and drove his blade through the creatures heart for good measure. Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped his blade clean, then sheathed it at his hip. "Well you two; what could you possibly have done to get<em>him</em>interested in you?" As he walked closer, you could tell his face had genuine concern on it.