If Dracula had a gold piece for every time he heard footsteps that weren't his, he'd have enough gold to build a second castle, without magic, that rivaled even his uncle's. He knew it wasn't a fledgling come back to its master for help; none of them were stupid enough to sneak instead of using the front door.

Dracula assumed it must be another vampire hunter. Perhaps even a Van Helsing come to try and kill him once again. He wasn't sure if they would ever give up, and he could almost admire that about the family. Almost.

Deciding he had had enough of this game of cat and mouse, Dracula dropped from the ceiling behind the intruder. "Can I help you?" He questioned in a low voice, hovering near your ears, to close to your neck.