Lord Dracula, The fear of the Night, The Knight of blood, and the murderer of many. The king once lead a large army and slaughtered those against everyone. The tall slender figure of the shadows had been hunted and attacked by the agency before, they had sent many after him and he sent them home badly injured. The count of Vampires was not an easy one to bow down or cause to help humans. The count was badly injured in the last fight showing him the agency was no longer playing around as the vampire scoffed as he lay on the floor of his castle grinning his fangs bared, "Ah what weak souls to hunt me" he coughed up blood and grinned and laughed dangerously. "Oh truly your agency has grown Josephine! very well, very well lady of the monsters, I shall aide" he grinned to himself as he got up and brushed himself off. He got up and smirked dangerously at the sunlight as he muses at the tale of vampires hurt in the sunlight. Truly a weak tale! He was gone in a flash of shadows slithering through the windows, homes, and rooftops of the land as his eyes settled on the agency's home as he smirked dangerously as he landed. He looked around his eyes a deep red color as he walked to the doors and opened them allowing himself to slither once more to the commotion area and raised an eyebrow as he looked in to see the mess of the group. His grin only became larger as he stood up straight right behind Josephine his shadows seem to curl around her slightly as he spoke into her very ears. "Fine Morning it is my fair Lady" purred the Vampire count amused as he stood very tall towering over many of them his shadows curled slightly around the room in a ominious display of danger, before he retracted them.