Mithias pressed his fingers into his forehead with his left elbow on the arm of his chair. One might think that the donated blood had given him a headache, but that was not the reason. He was a puzzle-solver and this dilemma was irksome. He inhaled sharply and put his hand to his chin as if he had an idea . "So, Dracula's soul or mind is within Lucian, and we want to keep Lucian alive. If that isn't going to be be possible, then it would be Praetor's responsibility, as someone supposedly immune to Dracula's possession, to dispatch the host of Dracula. Yet you propose another way, that we find a vampire with supreme psychic power to attack Dracula and force him out of Lucian or psychically destroy him outright. This vampire could be your sire, Praetor, yet it seems you have had no contact with him for a very, very long time. I hardly think going back to the place of your making is going to provide any kind of a lead, and even if it did, we sacrifice time." Mithias glanced to Trixie. "And if my perceptions are at all accurate, fair Trixie will have nothing to do with inquiring amongst the lycan. We could, as an alternative, use that same time to... to train Trixie to fight Dracula." Mithias looked around to see what the reactions were to this proposal.

He elaborated bluntly. "If she can, and is willing to do this, then you, me, and she, will confront Lucian. Trixie will use her gift to attack Dracula. Praetor and I should be immune to being taken as hosts, and Dracula should fall to her psychic assault. If by some means Dracula jumps to me, Trixie can continue to attack him, or you and Trixie kill me, and Dracula is dead. If he jumps to Praetor, Trixie again continues her assault and I defend her... and if you can't fend off Dracula, Praetor, and we can't kill you, then the world is fucked anyway, so don't you dare let Dracula have you. Lastly, if Dracula jumps to Trixie, then Praetor and I are still immune, and we are no worse off then when Dracula was inside Lucian. In other words, we would just have to find an even more powerful psychic vampire while Trixie plays host.

Or at that point, we could kill Trixie. Done. There is no scenario that Dracula could survive, except for by taking Praetor, and in that case, God save us. Jumping back to Lucian again would only free Trixie to attack once more. Who do you want to lose? Lucian or Beatrix? I suppose I am also in that pot." Mithias took a drink to that.

"Now, if you are going to tell me that Dracula can exist without a body at all, then I have no idea why we are even having this discussion. There would be no way to kill him save for him chance meeting his match in the right vampire. If such a vampire exists with enough of the right gift to counter Dracula, then he or she will destroy Dracula when he becomes sufficiently annoying and we need not worry. If they don't exist, then well... there might not be a way to truly destroy Dracula, and we are fighting the inevitable."

Mithias looked into his glass with a sigh. "Not to doubt Trixie, but I'm beginning to like the idea of socializing with lycans to find Praetor's maker. The hunt for Dracula's counter is our only option without having Praetor potentially slay someone."

Béatrix:

Trixy leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table and clasping her hands together while she thought. The way Alistair fought to protect her made her heart soar. But, it wasn't right, he wouldn't defend her if he knew what she'd done. The guilt and shame ripped the wings off her heart, ensuring that it would never fly again. Maybe it was a suicidal urge, maybe it was pride, or maybe she hoped that this could be a chance to redeem the sorry state of her vile soul, but she spoke: "I will fight Dracula. I long for a worthy opponent, and I've yet to find one." A smirk crept across her lips, knowing that her words probably shocked most of them, as they all thought her just another selfish Blackmoore.

Jareth:

Jar laughed at Theo's attempt to act 'loose'. "Nah, you're still wound as tight as a virgin, man. Give it some time to kick in." Jareth had taken his tablets first, so they were already starting to cause his mind to mellow and his inhibitions to loosen, not that he had many to begin with. "This shit right here, this is what made me a very rich man." Jar shook the tin of tablets in his hand in what looked a lot like a drunken gesture. "Vampires have never had a drug until now, leave it to a junkie to solve that problem." The giggles that bubbled up in his throat weren't controllable and he rolled over onto his side laughing at nothing in particular. "Oh -- shit!" he exclaimed, breathless, once he was able to stop laughing. "Let's get to the club and dance, man. Betcha I can charm five girls before you can!" He stood up quickly, causing all of the colors in the room to blur and swirl around in his vision. Physically, he stumbled, but mentally he didn't notice that. The best part about O-neg, for him, was that his mind was peacefully silent. No more voices...

Theo nodded and his head lulled to the side. He wasn't used to the effect of drugs. He was never able to take any unless it was wine or… other interesting Roman inventions of boredom. He smiled lazily at Jareth and followed him. He said "charming women isn't hard. What with all the twilight and 50 shades of grey craze they have." He chuckled and turned to Jareth, a charming smirk playing his lips, and said "never question my ability with women." He gave him a wink before turning his attention to his surroundings. He was in obvious amazement at the transformation of colors and shapes the drug induced into his mind.

Praetor nodded to it all he didn't like it all he knew it was true. He looked at Beatrix and Mithias as they volunteered themselves. "Alistair you don't get to make that choice, killing Lucian does nothing to solve this, what would should I walk in there now and kill the boy? Any of you could be the next target, Morven, gods help us could be taken. So either you shrink away and wait for both our clans to become ruins and Dracula to raise up those who follow or we strike him down." He got up and walked away from the chair slowly advancing towards the Blackmoore Clan head. "You would shrink back from this? Cower from that which will take your power, your station, and the city you call home?"

He looked between them all. "I though the Blackmoore's warriors and fighters, eager to win every battle. Perhaps Alistair you have simply weakened your clan, I know that when I faced them many years before they were much stronger." He stopped beside the man. "So tell me once more what you plan to do? Run and forget? Drink and party until he stands at your doorstep ripping through your clan? I will have been long dead by that time, Klaus would abandon this place. Morven perhaps could hold him off, then what? Run to another city? How long before he comes their? You shrink from this you may as kill your clan yourself. No one escape's Dracula, ask every other Vampire whose faced him." He stood their just staring at him, Praetor stared at him mockingly,as if to tell him he could go, he had no use for the coward.

Adelisa looked at Praetor with a slight glare, though her words would probably mean nothing to the man seeing as she was just introduced into the Blackmoore clan. She sighed softly and looked down at the blood in front of her. She muttered softly "if Dracula is in Lucien, maybe it isn't a physical battle that is to be done. Dracula, though very strong physically, is no longer in his own body. A soul is weaker when the soul transfers from host to host, so maybe this is a spiritual battle. Maybe the battle belongs to Lucien and Lucien alone." She shook her head and looked at Praetor once again.

It wasn't right to taunt someone, let alone someone who came to help; but this was not the issue at hand. Besides, If she lead herself into fighting the wrong battle, she could end up hindering more than helping. She was prepared for the worst, though. If this ended up starting anything, she was prepared. Adelisa looked at Beatrix to see what her actions would be; yet Adelisa wondered if Beatrix was really fighting Dracula for the right reasons. Everyone probably saw her as being a fight-lusting vampire with reckless intentions, but Adelisa saw something. An emotion she couldn't quite pin point in her eyes back at the Blod building. Something was wrong.

Mithias raised a black eyebrow and nodded at Adelissa's surprisingly apt statement. She spoke an exceptional idea, and Mithias was impressed. He followed up. "Ah, so what do we need to strengthen Lucian?"

Morgan had been patiently listening to the wonderful back and forth going on between everyone, her eyes were cold like mid winter snow, Dracula wouldn't be a fight Beatrix would ever return from and she had to know that, "The boy can't be sealed away and killing him would simply force Dracula out of him...none of you know Dracul like I do..." Dracul, she had used the name he gave himself back then, "He can survive without a host...even travel in his spiritual form to find a new one..." Her eyes spoke such danger, "He was a beautiful man once...with power beyond my wildest dreams..." She breathed out a sigh and took a nice big drink of Whiskey, "Dracula...or Lord Dracul as I knew him...was once the king I followed with all my heart...I believed he was the future for us...he had ideas for a beautiful utopia where the people lived eternally...and at the time I believed every word he spoke." She looked around, and for a moment her wall was gone and the terror was evident in her eyes, "I thought it was true love...that we would be together forever..." She looked almost broken, "I was a fool...I witnessed his power first hand, he could lay waste to villages in a matter of minutes, and at first I thought we were fighting for freedom...for a new age for our kind, I realized how horrible a monster he was much to late...he took the land by force and when I tried to escape him he captured me and kept me as his slave for many years, If I had failed that night we would have a very different world. I was the first to kill him...I burned him alive in that room of his...destroying his body...but I learned the hard way that his evil...will never truly die...He will always come back...our only hope is in the Host...If Lucian could overpower him it would weaken Dracul greatly...he would be able to be sealed away within Lucian...and maybe...just maybe he won't come back...while not a permanent solution...it would buy us more time..."

Beatrix:

Trixy raised a brow when Adelisa spoke, surprised that she was actually saying something worth listening to, maybe Alistair hadn't made such a mistake by keeping her around. Regardless, Trixy wasn't sure that she would ever much like the girl, they had a rather unpleasant introduction... and now she only served to remind her of a certain messy-haired, tattooed mistake. Alistair mentioned their problem with said Blod family, and if Beatrix had had actual hackles, they would have been raised, instead her manicured fingernails bit into the wood of the table. The room made her feel claustrophobic, as if the walls were suddenly pressing on her back and sides, and she didn't wish to participate in this little charade of a meeting any longer. Her chance at redemption, or death, was shot down, so all she had left was to run from it.

Or kill him...

Jareth:

Jar made a grossed out noise when Theo mentioned Twilight and 50 Shades. "No, bro, a real man can charm the ladies without the vampire craze, try being an artist! You can paint a portrait of them, write them a deep poem, or perform a love song." he chuckled. "Or, if you're me, you can do all three. Perfectly." Jareth smiled with a fair amount of pride and ego.

Eventually, the two high fools made their way to the bus station and en route to the club. They were giggling like any pair of drunken kids out for a night on the town, so they blended in surprisingly well in the NYC public transit.

Adelisa's eyebrow rose as nearly everyone looked at her in surprise. She almost felt offended, but she hadn't known them long enough to fully show them her intelligence, so she brushed it off. She was very smart and she showed it very often, but no one really cared about what she thought back when she wasn't a vampire. She was a girl after all and no one cared about a girl's opinion. Especially if that girl had part gypsy running through her veins. She looked over at Trixi and noticed her looking a bit pale (paler than usual) and her concern rose through the roof.

Adelisa wanted to say something to her, but would Trixi want Adelisa to talk too? They weren't friends nor were they even civil, but Adelisa wanted too. Not for the sake of the clan, but for the sake of Adelisa wanting to help people. She wanted to be motherly toward everyone, even the stubborn Executioner. She was always very nurturing and would have made a great mother. That is, if she could have them. She shook her head and emptied those horrid thoughts. That was the past. Adelisa looked at Trixi as if to say 'are you okay?'

Theo chuckled as they made their was onto the public transportation. He said "I just have to give them a look. No silly tricks like sweet words or body movement. Just a look that sways them to me. I could say anything to them and they'd still be hypnotized. I don't even have that ability and I still do it." He looked around the bus and smirked when he saw a group of young women glancing at the two men. He turned his attention back to Jareth and said "and it doesn't hurt that I look like a dangerously sexy man."

He stumbled a bit when the bus moved but he caught himself. This was very strange to him. He wasn't used to this because he was used to walking everywhere. Now there were things like cars and taxis. He even heard one of the former Blod members talk about Goobers? Or was it Umber? Something strange. He looked down at his feet and remembered the good old days. Nothing but blood and violence in real life entertained the masses. Gladiators murdering themselves for a few gold peices was the highlight of everyone's day. It was talked about everyday until the next battle.

Now it was all "Floppy Bird" this and "Youtune" that. He looked at the people on the bus and sighed. They'd never understand what it was like and would probably not survive the generation he grew up in. Then again, he didn't survive the generation he grew up in if his prediciment was anything to go by.

Praetor sighed looking at them all. "Do as you will, when the world crumbles around do not ask for my help. Perhaps I was better off before I joined a clan, hunting self serving scum." He turned walking back to his chair. "Those of you with no interest in Dracula are free to leave. I must go check on Lucian." He turned and left the room, heading off into the other room he want to the boy. Lucian was his friend and student, almost like son in some ways but now he had to face his greatest enemy living with that same body, sharing a mind with him. "Lucian... You must fight it, you can defeat him, hold him back. I will save you boy, just as I have always taken care of you no matter what trouble you have caused or put me though." He said patting the younger vampires shoulders.

Adelisa shrugged and glanced at Alistair for his reaction. She didn't want to deal with this situation if it meant someone had to sacrifice their life, even if she just became part of the clan. Her mind shifted to the other clans that she tried to help and, so far, this was the only one that actually hindered Theo's plan. She was sure that her warning would not go unheeded by these people. Especially with the fact that they would die off if they disregarded it.

She looked back at the man she argued with earlier and said "you look oddly familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" She was extremely curious as to who the man was. His face was distinct to her, but she could not figure out where.

noticing everyone around me in their own little worlds. "there has to be something better to do, when play with my phone. i knew i should of bought something else." i mumbled to myself, looking at my phone.

Praetor sighed looking at them all. "Do as you will, when the world crumbles around do not ask for my help. Perhaps I was better off before I joined a clan, hunting self serving scum." He turned walking back to his chair. "Those of you with no interest in Dracula are free to leave. I must go check on Lucian." He turned and left the room, heading off into the other room he want to the boy. Lucian was his friend and student, almost like son in some ways but now he had to face his greatest enemy living with that same body, sharing a mind with him. "Lucian... You must fight it, you can defeat him, hold him back. I will save you boy, just as I have always taken care of you no matter what trouble you have caused or put me though." He said patting the younger vampires shoulders.

Lucian was wearing his uniform standing with his back to the door when Praetor came in at first lucian said nothing, but after a few seconds a whisper escaped his lips, "Having the ability to hear every word spoken about me is painful brother..." He turned to face him, "I have to stop him here Praetor...Dracula stays locked up in the prison I will become for him...I have to stop him...or lock myself deep within the earth..."