<div class="floatleft">(http://www.nologomgmt.com/PhotosRepository/Web/64a4b180-226d-4866-9cfb-4ba545352b56/afb562b1-fd37-4ab4-a78b-ee4f5d78ad85/Resize%20of%20IMG_4719%20c%C3%B3pia.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Diego Salazar. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10716760#msg10716760)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Unknown Chamber - Abandoned Subway Revealed<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White tunic, black trousers, and mocs.<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Dracula, NPCs, Open<em>Mentioned:</em>Katherine<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>When the door to the torture chamber was kicked open, the vampire and friend Vlad had once known was crouched over the puddle that had become a dark stain on the stone. Mouth hanging open, his tongue dragged along the rough turf, having grown red with irritation from being scraped across the ground. He was like a mosquito hunched over a wound and trying to suck the blood from the cracks. The feral vampire’s red eye darted to Vlad. His tongue retracted behind clenched teeth that he bore at the man like a wolf. His fangs were criss-crossed. The points of his fangs surpassed his upper and lower lips. The ancient vampire’s frightening appearance was of a creature of a different era and region. Its features were foreign to the vampires commonly seen in Europe and North America, and the more feral he became, the more the features came out. Dracula was losing his once mild-mannered and intellectual friend to the monster by the minute.<br/><br/>The blindfold tumbled from his eyes. Eyes similar to the crimson sphere that burned in the center of his forehead took in the sight of Dracula and there was no recognition. His teeth parted and the roar that escaped his throat was encased in a breath of ice.<br/><br/>Vlad was quick to slam Salazar against the wall and the vampire went berserk. His hands snagged Dracula’s shoulders, his nails sinking into his flesh like claws as strength challenged strength. The prince was at a disadvantage, taking on a vampire that would challenge his desperation to save a friend with pure malice.<br/><br/>The White Wolf appeared in the doorway, having been drawn to the noise. His old, blue eyes took in the gore that covered the room before they rose to see Dracula struggling with the monster he had created. The alpha grinned, stroking his beard with his finger with intrigue as he watched the battle.<br/><br/>“Well, well, this turned out better than I imagined. I actually thought that you were going to come for the girl, but this will do,” he said with a laugh. “Being destroyed by your own partner is a more gruesome death than what I would have thought up. If one of you doesn’t kill the other, then you will both die in the sun.”<br/><br/>He pointed up to the ceiling and explained, “The roof is rigged to open at 6am. You have six hours to destroy each other. Whether one of you decides to die or not, me and my men will be long gone with the girl, and you’ll never find us or her.”<br/><br/>As Dracula wrestled with Salazar, he would notice his large third eye turn slightly in the direction of the White Wolf. His pupil thinned into a slit and his arms flexed as his fingers curled into the vampire prince’s shoulders. With feral strength, Salazar executed a turn, lifting him and whirling him around in the direction of the White Wolf. What seemed like an attack to repel Dracula had actually been a turn of events. Salazar threw the vampire prince toward the White Wolf, and the alpha’s face went whiter than the hair on his face.<br/><br/>“What the!” he started, and in an outbreak of fur dove out of the prince’s path to flee down the corridor.<br/><br/>Salazar dropped to his knees, his hand going to his skull to cover his third eye. His head was splitting with the barrage of a thousand memories rushing his conscience at once as he tried to salvage what remained of the man he once was. It hadn’t been Dracula’s words entirely that had brought him back, but the sight of the White Wolf, the one creature he grew to despise greatly. The White Wolf had unintentionally did him a service. Seeing how he hated the beast for torturing him and putting Katherine’s life in danger, he was able to redirect his killer instinct into violently hurling Dracula at him like a weapon.<br/><br/>“Don’t…” Salazar rasped in his struggle. “Don’t let them escape with Katherine. Do not worry about me, I will catch up and if I don’t, don’t come back for me!”<br/><br/><br/>Meanwhile, the White Wolf had returned to what appeared to be an abandoned subway station. The werewolves were gathered on a platform, standing around the coffin that contained Katherine. The werewolves all faced their leader as he galloped toward them.<br/><br/>“Change of plans! Get on the subway, we’re moving out. Move the girl to the front. Dracula will have to face car after car of death!” the White Wolf ordered.<br/><br/>The werewolves nodded and with one still sitting on top of Katherine’s coffin, four others hefted the coffin to carry it into the awaiting subway. There were wolves snarling and licking their chops throughout the ten car train, watching as the coffin was carried to the front of the locomotive. The subway hissed as the doors closed and the steel wheels started rolling. Seconds after boarding, the private train was bolting away from the station.