Hammond leaned against the wall as he waited for Vlad to appear, whistling his own version of "Drunken Sailor" and grinning at Zhalia. At the sudden knock of a door Hammond jumped up and answered it like it was Santa Claus himself at the door. There Vlad entered the room, inspecting the surroundings. The servant who was sent to retrieve him also followed behind, shirking back to avoid being in the way. Hammond gave a head bow and appeared behind Vlad, beaming as he perked back up. "Hello Vlad, today I have decided that a few things need to be changed around here. You see, I've been your go to guy whenever you're down at times to lift you back up but after a while I realized, who's there to push me back up? Who's there to make sure I'm stable? And now I've seen that there's no one, no one to help me at those times. And you know what? Eh, screw it I was just distracting you Vladdy!" The servant pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into the back of Vlad, making the shapeshifting vampire fall to the ground. Hammond jumped onto Vlad, making an elaborate performance. "Sorry Vlad, I was just getting a bit bored. Always second in command and the whatnot. I mean from a gang to a European supernatural circus to an underground kidnapping business to here. So this time I want to secure my position which doesn't really involve you so..." Hammond flicked his fingers and what looked like a black hole appeared from underneath Vlad. A hand raised up and grabbed onto Vlad's leg, pulling him in. When Vlad was encased inside, Hammond flicked his fingers again and the black hole closed up. "Right, let's see how quickly he'll go mad consciously repeating the same day for the rest of his life!" The Trickster gave a large smile to the servant and nodded his head, making the servant delightfully bounce. "Unfortunately lad I can't have you spilling out this little circumstance, but I promise to bring you back in 50 years. You understand right?" The servant widened his eyes with realization but couldn't even begin to run before another hand pulled the servant inside another a black hole, consuming him as well. Hammond gave a breath of relief, then turned and waved at Zhalia. "Oh this is going to be fun!" Hammond walked outside and closed the door, bolting it shut and walking to the main office where the majority of the staff were, smiling with anticipation of what was to come. --------------- Anthony gave a sad smile at Eline, nodding his head regretfully. "Yeah, my pride overruled me in that sense, I won't leave you again like that, I promise." Anthony stood up from the tree, giving a breath of relief. "I think we can head back now as long as we walk. That werebear didn't drain everything out of me." Anthony bent down to grab his tools, then heard a small rustling. The hunter shot up, getting in an alert stance. "What was-" Anthony felt a sudden pressure on his head and darkness soon took over. The same thing repeated for Eline, making her fall next to Anthony. --------------- Nixon paced around the town, checking up on everyone in it. "Right, so there's four gone, but it was just today. I can't believe nothing's happened to you guys except for today, what a boring uneventful time. Now I'm glad I was hanging out in a forest," the vampire said to himself as he continued walking down the road. "That leaves...24? 26? Am I supposed to be counting Kate and I? Maybe. Wow managing a town is annoying. Why couldn't I hire someone else to do this?" Nixon walked up to the CROATOAN sign and investigated it again, running his finger against the carving. "And what does this mean?" Nixon felt a slight ping in his head, as if a rock just echoed off in his brain. The vampire turned around, looking around and expecting to see someone. There was no one around him however, not even a trace of someone quickly leaving. Nixon walked into the middle of the road, spinning around. "Where-" The pinging came again, only much more forceful. "Oh. Crap." Nixon's eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground, making a soft puff of dust swirl up around the place he fell. Nixon's unconscious quickly disappeared from the road, as if it were never there except for the shoe prints embedded on the dirt road he was on. Others soon followed in the day, and only when the ones left realized what was happening it was too late for them too. The town once again became empty, and there was nothing but silence.