Praetor sighed looking at Mithias. "Yes, killing Vampires earn you many enemies, but well..." He looked at his blade then smiled. "I've got practice, killed Dracula with a little help and Klaus is... Well he doesn't have a kill count like I do but he's no slouch. So boy what brings you here? Come to join our strange little family, if you have then I Van Helsing would be proud to count you among us." As he spoke, a Gaelic specter in chains walked over collected a blood pack and brought it to Praetor before fading away, leaving Praetor his snack. "You make call Praetor, Caesar stripped my name from the records so I have is my rank and no other Praetor to share it with." He looked at Klaus. "Maybe I should offer you the job." He simply bit into the pack drinking it that way, faster than the cup.