[@Aisling] Mihnea laughed a bit. "If you can call a bunch of drunk people conquering the dancefloor 'dancing' - yes, there is more of it." Dracula looked at the dancefloor. "Amazing how people can disgrace themselves."

Suddenly, they heard a loud noise. A shot. Dracula collapsed, bleeding strongly from his chest. "Vladi!" the father exclaimed, kneeling down next to his son and desperately trying to stop the wound from bleeding.