Re: Penthouse Level: 12:00 am
Vlad made no move forward initially, head cocked to the side as he listened to Boyd and Rosalie talk. The redhead would be easier prey, so foolishly naive, but the blonde would have been a nice challenge. Both would make formidable brides, he thought, although the redhead might have been less controllable-- first, however, he needed to deal with Daniel. To completely dismiss him as a threat would be foolish, and that was something he was most certainly not. Rosalie was leaving, to get some sort of help, and this was his chance. "Who I am?" That swift confusion came upon him again, and he hesitated. Why was Daniel calling him Vlad? Unless... he was Vlad Dracula; that conclusion satisfied him. After all, he had no pulse and no need to breathe, never mind fangs and a distinct desire for human blood. What he was seemed to be a much more apt description than who.
"I know who I am." The beast's name and the man he'd once been was fading from his mind, replaced with something else - a sudden need to find Mina-- no, Helena. Lucy and Jonathan might be with her, but that was no problem. He did need to feed, after all. "Do you know who you are?"
He kept close to the wall, his eyes never leaving the hulking creature that practically filled the hallway. If he made even the slightest move to attack, Vlad would be ready for him. The thorns posed another problem, but he was immortal, wasn't he? A few cuts and punctures wouldn't kill him, not unless thorns could stake his heart and decapitate him, which he doubted. Not even that Van Helsing had been able to accomplish such a feat. "Boyd, dear," he called, his gaze never wavering from Daniel, "How would you like to help me find some... friends of mine, once I get past these dreadful thorns?"