A scapel comes into motion, removing a strange Clay like substance from the poor souls neck. Dottore chaunched over the table, in a mortage that he shamelessly broke into.

He was right...two small punctures, the same to the onse he saw...well not that many times before, but his point still stands. Vampires exist, he's sure of that. The immortal beings, that fear sunlight, and need blood to exist. He feels a shiver of excitment...how he longs for truth, for real knowledge, an aknowledgement of his work.

Doing his...research Has become difficult after he was deemed nothing more but a Lunatic. Getting his license taken and being forced to hide his pride was a humbling expierience...not humbling enough of course. As he's about to check yet another body...he Hears a single sound. As if a gush of wind, a kiss of death itself. Such a chilling gaze....such intensity...how breathtaking!

"..."

There it is...a being he so longed to meet. A being that took over his live with it's existence. The Man wasn't foolish...he knows he's as good as dead...but isn't IT a small price for such meeting. He must Play his cards right...get as much as he can..before the creature sends him to the very depths of hell.

"Fancy meeting you here. I believe you're aware you shouldn't be here... it's considered breaking in. Not that a being such as you would be swayed by that, no?"

A smile graces his lips, a smile of a Man willing to laugh in deaths face