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The central room of the compound was mostly lit by computer screens and also by a large candelabrum that stood centerpiece on a large oval table that served for holding maps and letters and several wads of cash. Draculian vampires moved about as necessary in their duties, several stopping to hone in on the interesting development of a new arrival. Deon Erickson himself accompanied their patriarch to the door, ever Dracula's most fervent lapdog and most trusted commander. 

Red eyes scanned her in a heartbeat as the living legend himself came forward. "Nora..." Dracula seemed to remember in his kindest voice, when in truth he had no hesitation in reading her mind. "My dear child. So good of you to join us." He accepted her reverent greeting with a smile and bade her come in. "Yes, I have returned, much in debt to my lieutenant, and I am also in great need of your service." She rose and Dracula bid them both to follow him. 

The three of them followed into another more private room where there were surprisingly exactly three glasses of blood waiting for them on a smaller table. Dracula took one and dismissed the guards without so much as a gesture, leaving them alone with the irrationally powerful, young lord of darkness, who would certainly have been able to handle himself. The reinforced glass window behind him was far too small for Dracula's liking. "Welcome to my current, humble home, Nora. There is much I must share with you before we may continue." He looked at both of them, and his presence was captivating. It would have been difficult not to listen to his every word. Was he doing this on purpose?? Dracula continued softly. "Each night, I discover more and more about this new world and our enemies. The humans are disorganized, strong in their weaponry but confused in their leadership. They are stricken by fear and disease and have no king. This... Solder organization that once served them has turned against its only true source of power, its vampire warriors, leaving the humans to rely only upon each other. We must find these rejected brethren of our kind and invite them to our cause, but if they refuse to joins us, then they must die."

Dracula took a moment to procure a small letter from the pocket of his coat. "But there is something more. A convention of the great elders has been called, and I, of course, have been summoned. This," He said belying his excitement, "is an opportunity to gather the following of every vampire on Earth, every bloodline, every lord and clan under one banner, mine." He set the mysterious letter upon the table, his full name written clearly in script. "I would have you both accompany me, but first, I would give you each a precious gift." He looked upon them again, and something about his face was frightening, as if the most insane thought was crossing his mind, as if he were about to do something to them. The elegant dress and practiced etiquette fell away like curtains at a magic show, doing little to hide the monster beneath. "My blood has run too thin over the generations, and I would rekindle its flame in you." He loosed his wrists from his sleeves. "Come. Kneel before me and accept my gift. Drink from my veins and let my power flow through you and strengthen you like you have never before felt. You, Nora and Deon, will be my closest allies, my chosen heralds. The world will tremble at your feet."