You look at the clock in your 1965 Cherry red mustang, 10 pm. It hasn't been that long since you left Twilight, the dual club at which you work. You are heading towards a small church on the outskirts of town. Once you reach the small, stone church, you turn off the car, take a deep breath then make your way to the cemetery beside the church. Your high heel shoes click as you walk the cement path. You walk until you reach the giant oak tree in the middle of the cemetery. You stand there awhile just looking up at the tree and the beautiful garden that surrounds it. You hear the sound of foot steps. You turn around and see a middle aged man. His strawberry blonde hair is distinguished by streaks of grey.

"Hello Elizabeth."

"Hello Father Carl."

"Aren't you a little over dressed for visiting the dead?" You look down at your black lace and silky pink, knee length baby doll dress.

"I just came from work."

"It's turning cold, let's go into the church." You follow him.

"What brings you here? Not that I'm not happy to see you."

"I was in need of a little… peace. That's all."

"I have known you since the day you were born. I wish you would tell me what is bothering you… If it makes you feel better you can say 5 hail Mary's and ah father's." With that last sentence he gives a grin, which you genuinely return.

"I doubt that would work or make me feel better… It's not that I don't trust you with what's going on inside my head Father… It's… never mind… I'm sure that a good night's rest is all I need."

"Then go home and rest."

"Thank you Father Carl."

"For what?"

"I'm not really sure but I know I should be thanking you." You give him a smile. You both walk to the doors. "Father, are coming to the festival?"

"I don't know. I have to go out of town and I'm not sure how long I'll be."

"Oh. Ok. Till we meet again." You give him a hug. "Goodnight Father."

"Goodnight Elizabeth."

You arrive at your home a little after 11:30pm. Lurie comes downstairs wearing a black halter body suit, black strappy high heels, a choker with a simple ruby dangling from it, her auburn hair is in loose curls that cascade to the middle of her back.

"Hey! I was wondering what happened to you."

"I went to see Father Carl."

"Again?"

"Yes again."

"Anyway… Do you want to come with me to Nosferatu? It's supposed to be really hot."

"Is that what they called it? Unique name for a club."

"Is that a yes?"

" It is a no. I'm going to try a get some rest."

"Ok..," Lurie walks over to the door and grabs her coat, "Don't wait up for me." With a wink she leaves the house. You walk upstairs to your bedroom. You change into your white floor length silk spaghetti strap night gown, you slip on your white silk ballet bedroom slippers, and you brush through your milk chocolate brown hair turning your soft curls in to soft waves. You slip into your comfortable bed and drift into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile…Back at the Church…

Father Carl is setting his luggage by the door, when a man strides into the room. He is near 6'2" tall, his thick hair is so dark it looks the color of coal, his figure would make Hercules feel inferior, and his features are much more handsome than that of a young Marlon Brando.

"Evening Father." He says in his wonderful voice.

"Evening Alexander…Been hunting?"

"Huh?" Alexander looks down at his black pants, combat boots, black v-neck cotton t-shirt and black leather trench coat. "Oh…no. a new club called Nosferatu is opening tonight. I want to be there to prevent any real nosferatu attacks."

"Alexander, take the night off and have some fun. You are too serious for one so young."

"No offense Father, but we can't afford to have fun," he says pointing towards Father Carl's luggage, "We are running out of valuable time to stop the clan and prevent them from their mission, and frankly news from the Vatican is not so cheery."

"Do you honestly think that I have forgotten about our situation?" A yellow taxi pulls in front of the church. "And for your information I am not going on vacation. I am on my way to the Vatican in hopes of bringing back an old friend." Father Carl picks up his luggage. "One more thing Alexander, look after Elizabeth." With a nod from Alexander, Father Carl leaves for the airport.

Meanwhile… In the land formerly known as Transylvania…

The Clan, who are a band of very heavily armed vampires, are deep inside of their lair.

"Did you get it?" Morganna says impatiently as a group of men, all covered in head to toe black, enters the cold metallic room. The leader of the group, known as Bayne, nods his head. From behind him a large, heavy, but simple, silver box appears slowly behind him.

"Thank you. Now if you please… set down the coffin very gently, and you will receive your payment." The men don't move.

"You told me that the Carfax Abby would be a cinch. A simple retrieval… eight of my men were killed. If you don't start explaining yourself and soon, I will be forced to take my business and this box somewhere else." Morganna walks over to Bayne and grabs his neck with a super human strength.

"Gentlemen I suggest that you put the coffin down, and please be careful." The men stand there in shock with the coffin resting on their shoulders. "If you even hope to get out of here alive you will put down that coffin." The men slowly place the coffin on the floor. "Good Boys… Nix. Jarek. Kill them." The two tall stocky doormen grin at Morganna, bearing pearl white fangs. The two vampires look at each other. Bayne's soldiers see clearly the nightmarish faces of the two creatures. Bayne's men take off running, but are quickly over taken by Nix and Jarek. Blood curdling screams fill the corridor. "Bayne, Darling, do you really want to know what's going on?" A gasp escapes from Bayne's lips. Morganna brings Bayne to his knees, while maintaining the fierce grip, a whispers a few words into his ear. A look of horror sweeps over his face. Thrilled by this reaction, Morganna presents her own pair of pearl white fangs. She quickly bears them into his flesh and begins feasting on his heated blood. As Nix and Jarek enter the room, Morganna throws Bayne's lifeless body on the floor. Morganna walks over to the coffin and runs her fingers over the cold surface. "Soon my lord." She caresses the cheeks of her dutiful vampire guards. "Take good care of our master, my dark angels." They nod and Morganna walks down the bloodied corridor, taking pleasure in digging her heels into the flesh of the helpless corpses that lay sprawled upon the floor.