Vampires bled as well as any human.
Though clung to their claims of immortality,
They seemed to fear the possibility of being wrong.
So they feared not death, but being Mortal.
Weak, disposable, a waste of blood.
Who dares awaken the Red Dragon?

But to contact Bedivere was foolish. Dangerous even given his current activity in eliminating the world of lesser vampires. A human had tried to play with him once, and with a spectacular display of just how insignificant the human was in the grand scheme of his game, Bedivere brushed him off. Alive, having entered the Lion's Den, and left it unscathed. Though perhaps not without the knowledge of just who it was he dealt with as Bedivere's patsy committed suicide with a spoon, repeated stabbing himself without question or hesitation until the young vampire died. The old blood commanded obedience, for those who would not kneel shall die, those who fail to serve after they knelt, shall die.  A small mercy to let a human live, but after the show it appeared the human never bothered to try to contact Bedivere again.

And this, message from a vampire. One which was routed to the remains of Bedivere's agents, and from there passed on to his superior, and finally passed on to the sire himself. Did these young bloodlings think that someone as old and archaic as Bedivere would have a cellphone on his person? No, this was done by the old ways. Not quite carrier pigeon, but a formal report by the standing agent as Bedivere returned to the Whispering Oak Tavern to converse with an Old Friend.

"And what do you think Merlin? I have waited long enough for Arthur, and so have you. We must learn to move on, and I have begun the process of removing the competition. The throne would suit me and I would uproot you to act as my advisor. Soon the world shall be as we envisioned. Eternal. Avalon. What is a few humans and vampires killed for the benefit of the future at stake? And though I have not seen Mithias for long, it pains me to keep him in the dark from these activities. He shall remain blameless of it all, innocent as the future songs shall tell of our tale. They had made you and I into legends, so too will they..." An interruption from his dialogue. Or rather perhaps monologue as he spoke to a giant Oak Tree in the middle of the Tavern. "What is it? Speak quickly."

"M'Lord, An Adam o’Neal is seeking your audience. His dossier sir- An Old blood, about two centuries your junior, CEO of the Yamada Corporation. Medical supplies Mogul. Sent a list of Recent events in his involvement, if I may sir, someone has been a naughty boy. Should we devote resources towards counter measures?"

"No, With my grip on the Isle loosening, we must maintain the efforts to regain lost sectors. Once Greater Britannia is ours, we can turn our attention to the lesser goals of other vampires. I shall deal with him personally, send a courtesy message in reply, with bottle of George. Now, do you not have more important work to do than to bother me with trivial affairs not related to the recapturing of the nation?"

Hawaii. For an old blood, he seemed to be rather lax. Perhaps later that evening they will have a little tete-a-tete. There was much work to be done, and it was only dusk in Wales. Meaning still noon in Hawaii. There was the loophole after all of night and day. For as long as Bedivere kept travelling with the nightfall, his powers could only grow...