Dracula was of a mind to let the woman go hang. He had other business to which he must attend. He turned to leave, only to feel the spellwork close about him like a vice. With another muttered curse, he stormed toward that irksome voice. He made no effort to spare the door, or the walls around him. The wood splintered at the force of impact.
"How dare you? How dare any of you?" He reached for her throat, only to be thrown back by an invisible force. The vampire snarled and lunged again. He came up against the same force, an impenetrable wall that no effort could breach.