Jasper looked at Mary and thought about what she had said for him to do, tilting his head, much like a curious dog would do, his companion Beast had told him he had a visitor. He had been training in the room. Dracula never thought to do something like this before. "He wants to go to the mortals?" He asked confused. The infamous man wouldn't last more than a few minutes if he went in his normal attire. He should go with the immortal if he was planing on doing something silly like that. He pulls on his shirt to straighten it, looking for the word, normal for today's age. He didn't like unnecessary things getting in his way when he trained or fought. Much more relying on his quick instincts, and quicker senses. "Why would he do that?" He asked curiously. But then he grinned as if it didn't matter, which to the sometimes childish man, it didn't. He was finally once more getting out in the world, and really what more could he ask for?

Amelia stood in the kitchen of the orphanage a book that she's probably read more times than she could count laying on the counter, the pages bent and unbent several different times as she worked on getting food for all the kids who ran around giggling, making her smile a little in return. They knew how hard life was, being all alone in this world, but they could still play and laugh like the children they were. And she wished she could still have that. It was one of the reasons she escaped so often into the few books that the poor little orphanage had. It wasn't destitute, which was a blessing, but very little else was. Very few people knew about this place and sometimes a lucky child got adopted. But that didn't happen often, and she was now old enough to be the 'second mother'. The first mother was almost thirty, and a cousin of the man who owned the building that housed all these parent-less kids. She even joined that group. It had been when she was real little but she couldn't really remember it, so that had also been a blessing. She rubs at her sleepy eyes. She had barely got enough sleep that morning. She had, of course, stayed up until way early in the morning, reading her second favorite vampire story. She had no idea why she was so fascinated by the idea of a creature that could drain a person dry, but she supposed she had a romantic heart.
She reached down and pet her grey cat, that she had found two years ago near starvation and had been taking care of ever since. Amy called the cat 'Puxa' the Russian word for "fluffy".

{For reference when is this story taking place? Modern or medieval?}