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Eric wasn't sure how to react when Nate started talking to him. In fact he almost didn't hear him. Eric was trying to make sense of all the noise that was being produced from this man's head. Eric stood still for almost a solid minute before actually answering Nate. Though Nate wasn't wrong, he was pretty but that was not why Eric was starring at him. "Are you on Medication? Like... Very strong medication? Are you getting enough sleep?" Eric sat down next to Nate and looked him in the eyes. Eric almost forgetting he still had a shotgun in one hand. "I want you to know something.... Something important." Eric took a deep breath before speaking. "Please figure out what is going on in your head before it kills us both.... That would be awesome. Thanks." Then Eric gets up and heads for the kitchen, grabbing himself a Mac and Cheese MRE. Great times.

Eating the MRE Eric noticed a few things. First, Mac and Cheese is Awesome. Next, He was going to need more Mac and Cheese. Third... He was in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of strangers who many of which were getting some pretty intense vibes coming from their heads.  Lots of Fear, Answer, hate, possibly something porn related? Point is... Things being the way they are, it could go anyway from this point on. And no matter what Eric though of the situation, he was in the middle of it. The only thing to do now was enjoy the Mac and Cheese while it lasted.

Kathryn Miller

The ride for Kathryn was long and painful. She knew physically she was fine, but every bone in her body felt like it was ready to fall apart. She had trouble figuring this out. Was it the Hatred that her father didn't care about her until he had almost killed her? Was it the fear that she was a spawn of something as evil as Deon? Was it the Anger caused by being apart of her family's death yet again? She didn't know. All she knew was she wasn't going to take it lying down this time. But she wasn't on her own now. Now, Mithias was here with her. Maybe she could even find some of Hank's old friends to help track down Deon. She was going to be the one to kill him. She was going to watch the river of red flow with his blood, and she would be there letting him suffer. She would enjoy every bit of his suffering.

Arriving at the piece of property, Kathryn worried that she just entered a horror movie. Then she remembered she's a teenage vampire, with a Vampire Hunter as a father, a vampire lord at her side, a zombie apocalypse going on around them, and every other person is trying to kill her. She was in all sense, in a horror movie. Didn't change the fact that the old looking house was creepy to her. It was old, in need of work. But unlike most Haunted looking houses this one looked like it was actually kind of modern. 

Pulling up to the Garage everyone got out inspecting the place. It was... Dark. But she was used to the dark. Many times she was more scared of the light then the dark. Mithias had a someone kind of like a follower who always seemed to be by his side, at any given moment. That was honestly more unnerving then anything else. Internet and TV were mentioned to be able to start working once the power is back on. Power would be nice.

Kathryn found Mithias watching the news later on, things were looking bad. Even though the infection was "Under Control". She could tell by how fast New York fell. No one was pleased with this set of events. Except maybe Deon, Deon was probably jumping up and down like a little boy on Christmas right now. "So what now? We sit here while the world goes to shit? Should we be like forming an army to Kill Deon?!" Anyone that had fought Deon in Army against Army knew that wasn't the best of ideas. Plus Deon had been preparing for a fight since the last Nightwars. Human government had armies, everyone knows how that is going with the spread of infection. Now, what forces are standing are spread thin.

Deon Erickson

The Helicopter took a while to get to it's target location. Changing routes every time Deon thoughts there was someone following them or he was worried about being tracked. What should have been a single day ride at longest, turned into a four day trip as Deon kept changing routes and Helicopters. He considered a plane, but figured it wasn't worth the effort. Harder to switch planes as well, too much air traffic control. Especially in times like this. But eventually the last Helicopter carrying Deon, Dracula, and the two Pilots made it's way to his base that was secluded somewhere in the southwest of the United States. 

Deon had converted an old Missile silo into a Bunker, large enough to hold a small army, and small enough avoid detection. With that, it was strong as hell. Able to take bombing campaigns, infantry, tanks, anything short of a nuke really. The Main hatch has been sealed, leaving the secondary building to enter it from, and a larger hatch attached to said Silo. Deon also preparing for the worst, has set up several hidden passages that can be used to escape the silo and flank an enemy attack. The Original silo was abandoned shortly after the end of the cold war, most of the that was already installed was old, Deon liked that a lot. It was harder to track by many modern pieces of equipment, and it could survive an EMP if it ever came to that. 

Deon Stepped out of the Chopper holding out his hand for Dracula to take. "It's not the prettiest of forts, but it is one of the strongest places I could get my hands on. And it's isolated. The nearest signs of mortals is the road, roughly 60 miles out." Deon didn't mention the abandoned Military complex about 25 miles out. He had a few of his guys out there as scouts, but he saw it as no big deal. And if it became one, a small army was all he would need. 

Escorting his father into the secondary building to an elevator that connected tot he tunnel system that was around the Silo. "If the mortals are good at one thing, it's weapons of mass destruction. Me personally, the Machine gun was what got my attention. I knew they had decent potential after that. Nuclear weapons though? That was something pretty intense. You may know his already, but this place was once used to store a rocket that could wipe out millions in mere seconds. Vampires included. Now, it's our converted fort." He led Dracula down one of the new add-ons to the silo, a hallway full of barracks and other living quarters and anything else a small army would need to live here. But his army wasn't here. It was spread out through the planet ready to strike their respective targets when need be. Right now, he had about 20 of his best soldiers guarding, and about another 20 essential staff. Each and every time Dracula passed by one of the staff members, they would stiffen up, back up, and do what ever to stay out of the way. This wasn't just fear of what Deon would do if they disrespected Dracula, that had little to do with their respective fear. It was a mix of Fear, and Respect for Dracula. No one had been able to be resurrected like this after over 300 years. And Dracula was no regular vampire to begin with, he was THE Vampire.

Deon leading Dracula into an old style bedroom, it wasn't the largest but it was definitely a cozy size. "You are free to wonder around the silo, but this is your private quarters. I hope everything is how you please it to be. If you have any questions or requests, let me or one of the staff know and it will be yours. We have a war room just around the corner, and a blood bank to have our current staff last months if need be." Deon was trying to do what ever he could to make Dracula comfortable. And to prepare for the war. Even though his primary facilities were out of commission right now, he still had this one. There was a productive lab, and he was able to communicate with his officer from here relatively easily.

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