Sekaulla grinned widely and also looked into the pool. "All vampires worship me with their every breath. I created them. They cannot resist my will." She held a hand over the red liquid, and the image of the cave appeared. Vampires huddled dormant, sleeping, dead and yet alive as long as they obeyed the thirst. "Your evil designs delight me, Darko. Do I foresee you calling upon my children? Shall awaken them to slake their thirst and mine?"