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The swirling of the rats seemed to die down as they calmed and gradually dispersed. Dracula was listening to his ambitious descendent with an unchanging fanged grimmace. The long black hair that framed his malicious blood-covered jaws was messy and touched with grey. Sunken cheeks and a hint of stubble accentuated the gauntness of his face as he stared down his child with his radiating red eyes. Even hunched from weakness, one couldn't miss the breadth of his shoulders, the long legs, and arms that ended in claws... Dracula was a formidable size himself. Had he been standing at full height, he would certainly have compared to Deon. Had his frail frame been filled out with flesh, the thought of intimidation wouldn't even be possible. 

Without hesitation, the unspoken king of vampires reached out and placed a hand on Deon's shoulder. "Fear not, my faithful descendent. I have returned from my long slumber in the icy grip of death, and I will undo the failings of our weaker breathren." He looked to the rats and a few bats that flittered silently overhead in the darkness. "My servants have told me a great deal, and I already know far more than you realize. Take me to this lair you have prepared, and be swift, for I have no desire to battle the blazing light of dawn so soon after waking." 

Dracula began walking toward the stairwell, tendrils of mist forming around his feet as if power itself were drawn to him. He was incredibly agile for an old, dead guy and moved with some unexpected speed. He wanted what was his, and it was his exorbitant desire that drove his steps and compelled him forward. Lust, greed, and entitled avarice braced his will and made it iron. He was the kind of being who's spirit would break you if his physical strength failed to do so. So insane was his drive.

Visions of the world he would shape with his own armies and blood formed in his eyes. "We will garner our forces and grow our power in darkness before our enemies can even suspect what is coming for them. The war was never over, Deon. Only now can it be finished properly. Our enemies have grown complacent and fat and will stand no chance against us, against ME. But for now, until the moment is right, it is time for us to return to the old ways, the natural ways. We are the night. We are darkness itself. We will return to the masquerade and by stealth and cunning will we slit the giant's throat!" Dracula raked the air into his fist and nearly growled the last words. 

The two escaped to an unknown location.