<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://wpc.556e.edgecastcdn.net/80556E/img.news.tops/NEnrIdq5xuaMqr_1_b.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Vlad Dracula<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cleaning up a mess >Main Sitting Area<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Diego , Ilza, Marcus<br/><hr/><br/>The Prince of Darkness. That had been a title, a moniker of his for quite some time. And while that random though pierced his thoughts just then he didn't know, but it brought a slow smile to his face. He stood tall and proud upon the edge of a rooftop, looking out over the city. He watched the people below going about their business, completely unaware of the other side of things; creatures and terrors that went bump in the night. As he surveyed the masses, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He fished it out and swiped the screen.<br/><br/>"Yes?" A voice on the other end spoke into the receiver, informing him that Diego had found the killer they'd been tracking, and as they'd suspected, it was a newborn who didn't know the ways of their kind. No sire then. He requested a clean up of the scene, and when they told him the location he realized he was only a few blocks away. "I'm close by. I'll handle it. I'll inform Salazar when it's done." Hitting the end button, he stuck the phone back in his pocket and took a step off the building's edge.<br/><br/>A swarm of bats is what fell, and together they circled the building before flying off toward the remains of the childer's meal. The swarm became a man at the mouth of the alley, and Dracula slowly walked toward the dumpster. He could smell the blood a mile off. She'd spilled so much. "<em>Verrrrry</em>sloppy. I hope you know what you're doing, Diego." Stopping in front of the dumpster, he looked around and made sure he was alone before opening the lid and looking inside. " Poor bastard; luck just wasn't on your side looks like. Well, nothing that can be done about it now except to make you disappear."<br/><br/>Taking a few steps back, Dracula extended his influence into the night, and a sewer grate nearby began to rumble. Picking it up, a horde of rats poured out of the manhole and into alley. They swarmed into the dumpster and for the next several minutes there was only the muted sound of feeding time. When his pets were finished and full, he released them from their thrall and they all began heading back towards wherever it was they'd been before their master summoned them to do his bidding.<br/><br/>Looking into the dumpster, there wasn't much left to identify as a human, and a wave of his hand caused the sky to open. Rain poured down and began to wash away the last remains of evidence, as well as causing a nice breeze to sweep through the city. Turning from the scene, he pulled his phone out once again and rang the man responsible for the person responsible for this.<br/><br/>"Diego. It's me. I've taken care of your little problem." Not much time was taken for the task, and looking at his watch he figured he had some time to kill. Why not visit the Coven? He arrived sometime later, strolling up to the entrance and immediately being granted access. He found a servant carrying a tray full of wine glasses and a bottle of blood. He took the bottle for himself with a smile as well as a glass. He found a familiar face and took a seat close to his old friend, then began to pour himself a glass.<br/><br/>"Marcus. Still trying to get their blessing?" Leaning back into his comfortable chair, he took a sip...mmm, AB- was one of his favorite strains. "Well they say third times the charm. If they decide in your favor, I've got some contacts who can help things along if you'd like. Permits, land rights; you know how it goes." People like Marcus and Vlad, they were successful for a reason. And as they were brothers in the coven, he had no problem extending his resources if they were needed. Turning to the delightfully beautiful girl sitting near them, he smiled and shook the bottle a bit. "Care for a drink?"