Two days had passed since the slaughter at Kilop Point. Dresden licked the air. No fear. Not yet. The humans in this fort were fat and timid, cattle waring for the slaughter. Dresden had wished to hold off on revealing his presence for some time longer, however, the more bloodthirsty among his followers wished for action now. If he waited much longer, he would lose half his Horde, and the losses would be quite devastating. Of course, he had visited nearby villages first. turning all those willing to accept Dresden as their lord. Most had recieved Old Blood from one of his greater followers. Dresden wished to breed the bloodlines back to their wilder origins. By diverting from the old ways vampires were becoming more stealthy. Who needed illusion or mist when one could tear the opponent to pieces?
There was a growl. It was ready. It was time for the siege to begin. Dresden smiled, as his vampires stepped from the trees, bearing large wooden crucifixes, upon which men, women, and children were lying. They were beyond the reach of most rifles, but Dresden had no doubt the humans would be too shocked by the display as he, too stepped from the darkness, setting himself before the row of screaming humans, their gags removed, as some form of orchestrator before a play. A master of a pack of wolves, grinning in his own hunger, his aura of fear and respect rippling through the assembled crowd. His voice was deep and clear, filled with sadistic glee, as he addressed the fort, easily carrying the long distance.
"Children of daylight, I come before you now. I am Dresden, and tonight, I declare war upon all those of you who declare themselves SOLDIER. Your fellows resisted. They are fools. Behold their fates, humans." As one, the younger, newer vampires stepped forward. This was to be their initiation, and, as they had not yet drunk, they bit into the legs and calves of the humans, tearing at the skin, gulping in the blood with savage hunger. Not a single man halted. The Vampire Blood was driving them to frenzy. Good, Old Blood, of a well-satisfied vampire. However, this was not to be the true display.
As one, once more, the vampires cut themselves, as they fed their own blood in return to the humans. And, as their blood mingled, the humans became still, their humanity slipping away. Then, as the ascent hit them, smoke rose from their bodies, as the crucifixes they were tied to burned them. Laughing, the vampires prodded the newly turned vampires with sticks, and threw buckets of holy water over them, careful not to get splashed themselves. The screams rang in the night, louder even than before, as pain unknown to humans filled the traitors. They hung there, and it simply did not stop. And Dresden enjoyed every second of it, howling as his vampires did, before retreating back into the night, leaving his grisly display to continue without him. 
The vampires did not retreat far, however. Simply slightly deeper into the forests. They would return, the next nght, And the next. This was far from over.