It was a lovely evening, Vlad spending time in Paris. A festival being held, his eyes always searching for his lost love amongst the crowd. Hoping, searching to find her for no avail.

Still, he enjoyed his evening, strolling and even deciding if he wanted a meal before retiring for the evening. He was strolling by, hands clasped together in front of him, a puppet show about vampires was to his left, he found it amusing. A soft smile spreading across his lips... If only they knew the truth.

His smile quickly souring into a grimace with the scent among the mortals surrounding him. He had to swallow a groan of annoyance before casually leaving the populated area.

Walking down the rainy autumn streets, he turns down an alley way finding the situation a bit cliché. He swears in Romanian under his breath before speaking clearly. "Does your wretched family ever tire of dying, young Van Helsing? Come out... Come out... Where ever you are. I smell your foul stench."