<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/60/36/b3/6036b3ac0e7bcbe84b388e461ed8b733.jpg)</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>Unknown<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Diego, Katherine<br/><hr/><br/>The girl, Katherine was...she was strong willed. He could say that much about her, but she didn't seem to know how things were handled. Or she didn't want to know or didn't care, something like that. All he knew was, she was hard headed, and that was a quick way to get in trouble in this world. But she'd been so insistent on going to see Salazar that he allowed her(with an unseen escort on top of the full escort she'd be getting of course). She seemed to have bonded to the Roses detective, and he could see why.<br/><br/>So while she wasn't solely Salazar's responsibility, a large amount of it would fall on him since his opinion seemed to be more highly valued by the girl than the others. He'd had a bit more business to attend to after she left, but a look at his watch that read nearly 6am meant it was time to get some much needed rest after a rather exciting night. He was heading toward his coffin chamber when his phone rang, and looking down at the message caused his fangs to bear as he almost punched a hole through the wall. "Those cursed wolves!!" He couldn't help Salazar and Katherine right now as the sun was about to let the world feel it's accursed radiance. And he didn't trust any of the familiars to be able to hold that apartment or even get close if the lycans left anyone behind.<br/><br/>He just texted his friend back, telling him he would find them as soon as possible. Dracula was a man of his word, and Salazar knew that. He wouldn't be surprised if he was worried, but he knew Dracula always came through on a promise. He informed some of the others of the situation, but there was nothing any of them could do until the sun went down. So for now he just retreated into his coffin and forced himself to sleep. He'd need his strength come the night. When the sun finally set, his eyes snapped open and he was out of the building immediately after he gathered everything he'd need. His first stop was Salazar's apartment, and the scene before him was not a pretty one. Dead wolves, every single trap set off, and even his lair was left wide open to the world. "Crude creatures these wolves, but they are determined."<br/><br/>He scoured that apartment up and down, looking for the smallest clue he could find as well as the most obvious track. He found a few things, but nothing concrete that could deliver him the location of where they'd taken his fellow vampires. The only constant was the overbearing smell of wolf. "Dammit. I haven't done this in five hundred years. I hope I remember." Stepping outside, he started to breathe deeply, inhaling as much air as he could before his fangs extended. His claws grew even longer and a miasma of darkness enveloped him. It roiled and rumbled with him at the center, a transformation taking hold of the Prince. When it was done, there was no longer a man.<br/><br/>But a large black wolf in it's place. Dracula like all vampires had many varied powers, but he also had powers unique to him due to the circumstances of his turning and who he was before. Growling, he sniffed the air, searching for that powerful stench of lycan with the hope that he could follow it. To his now lupine senses, he could visualize the trail and snarled before padding off into the growing darkness. Even as a wolf, his speed was that of a vampire, and he blurred through the night as he stayed hot on the trail of the werewolves. He grew closer with each passing minute, but several times he had to stop and refocus.<br/><br/>They weren't overly smart, but they had natural instincts and apparently they'd changed direction several times to throw off any potential pursuers. It wasn't easy, especially when he was led into the sewers. All of the extra smells really interfered with what he was seeking, but he would not be deterred. He kept going, and eventually found himself in a massive underground labyrinth. He reverted to his normal form and pressed against a wall, wreathed in shadows. "To think they've been here this whole time. These dogs are more clever than we admit to ourselves." This place was absolutely, and he had no idea where to start looking.<br/><br/>But two things, two smells stood out strongly against everything here. Smells he knew well. Salazar's blood, and the blood of a virgin. He moved so fast and with such purpose that even if he'd been discovered, no one save the White Wolf would have been able to even slow him down. He stopped outside of the door that seemed to be the source of the smell, and with one hard kick he broke the door into splinters. His face fell when he entered the room and saw Salazar on the floor. Two dead wolves and a dead girl surrounded him. And his good friend was lapping up blood from the floor like an animal. Immediately he slammed into Salazar, pushing him away from the blood and against a wall. His fangs extended as he held him pinned against the wall and tried to snap him out of the animalistic delirium the wolves torture had left him in."Diego! You are better than these creatures! Find yourself again brother!!" He needed to find Katherine as well, but if he let Salazar like he was, they'd never get him back so he had to get this handled right now.