Praetor had sent out scouts, English pathfinders from world war II. He would often recall them and let them regal him of stories of the progress made outside. He was keeping tabs on Lucian, sadly he knew what was to come yet in this sorry state he would have to ask for aid, first from Klaus then the Blackmoores. Dracula could not return, he played dangerous games, endangering the secrecy vampires fought so hard to maintain. He had rested in the chair, four empty blood packets lay beside him. His hunger stated as he straightened himself up, he pulled on his jacket and set about tiding the house and testing his body. While he may look like a handsome twenty-something his body did need time recharge, especially after great tests of power.

Praetor had just finished cleaning the library when he heard noise, walking into the kitchen he was greeted by the sight of a one armed young woman. "Drink, your body needs blood no matter how much you wish to deny it. Don't worry, we didn't steal it the blood is from donors at local hospitals. I am Praetor, Mira's bodyguard and elder Vampire." He said taking a seat at the counter. "Sit, I can tell your a new blood and more than likely have questions. I'm recovering so I have time to speak with you." He said in his gentle teacher fashion, he seemed warm and friendly like the teacher you knew didn't mind hearing your thoughts and cared about his students.