Nowadays, he was just as powerful as he felt. There was nothing that he couldn't physically do, and all that was required of him was to consume some smaller lives, such as that of bugs. He had taken a liking to centipedes, he could snort them through his nose like a line of the drugs he had been raised around. The ones he was trained to sell and defend.

His family was darkness. His family was power. His family was pure evil. And now they had the aid of the world's strongest vampire at their disposal.

So why was it he found himself perched on a rooftop, peering through someone's windows? Watching them as though they were something he couldn't have served to him on a silver platter? It was a bit dramatic and macabre for what he felt was the subject.

Truth be told he had done this before. Quite a lot. Even before the 'Dracula Powers'. These simply allowed him a better vantage point than sports cars stuck sitting down the street. Now he could actually see you, not just stealing glimpses.