He stopped about a foot away from Aiden, leaving just enough space between them to border on uncomfortably close without becoming careless. If Aiden made any move to attack, Vlad would have enough time to react accordingly. He was curious as to how the man managed to track him here - he couldn't have had any evidence, or the police would have found it. He was careful, he knew that, so what was it that tipped him off?
"That is where you are mistaken. This building did not label me any more than it made me Dracula. None of us were normal before moving here, Aiden; all the building did was enlighten us." It was, perhaps, the closest thing to a confession he would ever give. "But you hardly care what I think, do you?" He flashed a mirthless smile, sharper than usual. "Tell me - if you do manage to kill me, then what?"