He was on his tablet in the metal-glass box in the Jonathan Harker Foundation. Zoe had him enclosed in the box to keep him from escaping to the outside world. He was a major threat to the humans. He had already killed someone and it hasn’t even been two days he’s arrived on land.

He hears a footsteps walking down the hallway, faint ones. He looks up and faces the dark hallway, expectingly. He raises an eyebrow, for he doesn’t see anyone. He puts his tablet down on the table. He stands up and puts his hand in his pockets.

His gaze didn’t leave the black hallway. The steps got closer and closer but didn’t see anyone. He then decided to glance around a bit to see if he miscalculated his hearing. He looked back at the hall, someone was finally there.

That was quick. A small intrigued smile splayed on his face. He was calm about this situation, after all, he was the vampire, he was the predator and danger here.

“Now, who might you be?” He asked with a prominent British accent. He tilts his head to the side a tab and slowly looks you up and down. He didn’t recognize you from the foundation here. . .