"This wasn't exactly what I was expecting when I thought of a spooky vampire castle," the human walked through the front doors. He stared at the elaborate display of paintings and other knickknacks. "This really is a building full of dead bodies and shit, huh?" he scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets and forging onward.
"You've got quite the personality, don't you?" Vincent spoke from directly behind him and the human jumped out of his skin and flipped around.
"What that fuck?" he snapped and fell over on his ass. "Who the hell are you?"
"It's quite rude to walk into someone's home uninvited and then ask who lives there," Vincent chuckled. "Why don't you introduce yourself first, Mr. Vampire Slayer," Vincent's eyes gleamed a tad.
"Diedrich."
"Oh?" Vincent offered his hand to help him up. "My name is Vincent."
"Your hand is warm," Diedrich's eyebrows furrowed. "Are you not a vampire?"
"I'm something of the sort."
"What?" Diedrich snatched his hand away.
"I'm Dracula's mate," Vincent laughed a tad at Diedrich's shock.
"Dracula doesn't have...that's the whole reason he has been..."
"Yes, well, you see, I haven't exactly been around for the last fifty years because of an incident," Vincent crossed his arms and sighed. "And because I haven't been around this war got started which is why I need you."
"Me?" Diedrich scoffed. "You do know what I do, don't you? I'm here to kill you all."
"Oh please," Vincent laughed heartily. "Do you really think you can kill us all on your own? Don't be silly."
"Are you underestimating me?" Diedrich glared.
"You know, I've been saying this a lot lately and I'm not entirely sure what it is about my personality but," Vincent's eyes narrowed and Diedrich dropped to his knees without another word. Vincent towered over him and stared with a cold ferocity. "You should not be underestimating me," his fangs poked out slightly from his mouth as he sneered.
"Auras shouldn't work on humans," Diedrich muttered to himself and looked down, "so why am I on the ground?"
"That is the question, isn't it?" Vincent smiled and offered his hand once again to help Diedrich up.
"You said you were Dracula's mate?"
"Mhmm."
"What exactly is your plan...to you know...stop the war caused on your behalf?"
"Oh," Vincent clapped his hands together. "Quite simple really. I need you to kill me."
...
"So, what exactly is your master plan to stop this war?" Grell walked a little bit faster to catch up with Adrian.
"Quite simple actually, I just need to die," Adrian replied.
"Excuse me?" Grell stopped in her tracks and grabbed Adrian's arm. "We did not do all of this shit for the past way too long just for you to go and die!"
"I'm not actually going to die, I'm just going to put on a bit of a show and then the vampires can go back into hiding," Adrian laughed.
"I'm not sure if that is better or worse..."
"Humans will be very pleased with themselves after I'm dead and then everything will basically just be as it was before. They'll be stupid and start their own wars against each other but we will be left out of it," Adrian shrugged.
"Sound logic," Grell rolled her eyes.
"I suppose another Dracula will have to be chosen. I was quite the disappointment, wasn't I?" Adrian sighed.
"That isn't how it works and you know it," Grell frowned. "You just have to make up for it for the next one-hundred years or so that's all," she slapped him on the back and grinned.
"Oh joy, just what I've always wanted to do."
"Maybe you should've thought about this a bit more before falling for a human, hm?"
"Oh, like you're so much better?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Grell blushed. "I didn't...what are you talking about?"
"I've seen your letters, Grell," Adrian smiled. "You've got someone of your own out there, don't you?"
"He isn't human," Grell huffed, crossing her arms.
"But he does exist, doesn't he?"
"I don't think I would exactly start a war if he died though..."
"No, just slaughter a few thousand people by yourself."
"Okay, you've got me there. I probably would..."
"Exactly."
...
"Here is where you will be staying until the fateful day," Vincent gestured to the room. Diedrich entered the room and stared.
"You want me to stay in this room until you've figured out how to plan the last battle for this war?" Diedrich squinted.
"Yes, pretty much," Vincent laughed.
"And you just think everything is going to go your way?" Diedrich frowned.
"It usually does, most of the time, yes," Vincent smiled and patted Diedrich's shoulder. "Don't you trust me?"
"Why would I trust a vampire I just met? Why would I trust a vampire?"
"You should widen your horizons a little bit," Vincent shrugged. Diedrich grabbed his arms and slammed him up against the wall. Vincent looked him in the eyes and blinked a few times, wondering if he was really this stupid.
"I'm a vampire hunter."
"I'm partially a vampire."
"Why should I do what you want?"
"Because," Vincent grabbed Diedrich's wrists on his shoulders and dug his nails into his skin. His eye twitched and his fangs grew. "Not only do you not have a choice," Vincent moved his nails down Diedrich's arms and scratched him, "but if you did anything to me Dracula would personally have your head on a stick and feed your dick to the pigs."
"Why the pigs? Don't you have your own army of mutilated creatures?"
"Don't be daft," Vincent scoffed. "They're much too good for the likes of you." Vincent pushed Diedrich away and pulled his rolled-up sleeves down. The door opened and Dracula stood. The image was enough for Diedrich to piece together the rumors.
"Is this him?" Adrian eyed Diedrich up and down and stared with a face that was very disapproving.
"This is him," Vincent gestured.
"Why do I smell blood?" Adrian crossed his arms and tapped his fingers on his sleeve.
"We had a bit of a disagreement," Vincent explained.
"A disagreement?" Adrian stared at Diedrich.
"A disagreement," Vincent repeated and grabbed Adrian's shoulders, turning him around and showing him out. "Nothing more."
"Will he do what he is supposed to?" Adrian turned his head to look over his shoulder.
"Of course."
"I will no-" Diedrich began but Vincent shot him a glare.
"Of course he will," Vincent repeated.