The weather was dangerous, especially around this time of year. A heavy rain pattering against the roof of every village within sight and causing leaves of trees to every now and then topple into the forest floor, the sounds of irritated horses barely audible over the sounds of the thunder and the whistling rain against the stone of the castle.

Meanwhile, Vasilis stood beside a large arched window. He looked over his woods and wondered about the events that had occurred on the curious evening. A mortal lay breathing heavily on the bed nearby, a fire crackling to help keep the stranger warm as he stood silently. Thinking about what could have happened and why he didn't slaughter them like he had to so many others. He observed the mortal through their reflection in the window while he watched and waited.

Vasilis could only imagine the scolding he was bound to get from his dearest companions. They were like siblings to the centuries old vampire. Elena, who was off hunting and luring men into the woods. She was like a little sister to him, and then the mockery from Kostas, a pirate turned vampire and Thalia.