Yay, Chapter 2! Here's hoping the translation is correct. Dracula whispers to Lucifer in Hungarian before biting him, and, well, you know. It should, with any luck, translate to: "Sweet dreams, Devil. By this time tomorrow, you will be carrying my bloodline" :)

"So, you're the legendary Lord of Hell- funny, I expected someone with cloven hooves and a pitchfork"

Dracula matches the Devil's unabated sarcasm. Lucifer scoffs and retrieves his tumbler glass of bourbon off the marbled bar-top.

"And I expected an authentic Hungarian accent. Did you not make the cut in the Penny Dreadful auditions?"

The cocky bastard then took a sip from the thick glass. Peering over the rim with the most spurious look of innocence the Count had ever seen. They'd only been in the American city a few hours, and already, he wanted to leave. How in the world did this woman Detective deal with his "Lucifer-ness" on a daily basis? It almost seemed insufferable, and yet, he found their personalities seemed to have a commonality, as much as he didn't want to admit it. Dracula's attention was broken with the sharp clap of Chloe's hands.

"Okay, I think the best course of action is breaking into pairs (pointing to Dracula and Lucifer) you two, investigate the mid 'an downtown areas. Zoe and I will cover the South and central locations"

A loud, labored gulp came from the Devil's direction. As he very nearly choked on his whiskey. Were they actually trying to prevent crimes or create new ones? Because surely, only one of them would make this out alive. The vampire gives an exasperated sigh.

"Really, this doesn't seem like it would produce the best results.."

The Devil raises an index finger momentarily and finishes the rest of his glass.

"In my centuries of living, for once, I'm afraid I have to agree with Edward Cullen over here"

Zoe chuckled softly, Chloe, naturally, rolling her eyes.

"Too bad. Let's get to it"

The pairs searched for hours, yet, turned up nothing. And if results weren't produced within 24 hours, Zoe could kiss her career goodbye. Frustrated and fatigued, the four congregated back at Lux. It may have been a fruitless effort, however, something miraculous did come out of it. It seemed like Dracula and the Devil were hitting it off. Then again, it could've possibly been all for show.

Lucifer makes a beeline behind the bar-front, reaching for a bottle of aged Scotch and Chateau Lafite. He holds the exorbitantly priced wine up midway and nods towards the Count.

"Care for a glass? Its a 1776. That...was not a good year, I'm afraid"

The vampire chuckled lightly, vigorously waving his hands to and fro.

"No thanks. I don't drink...wine"

The Devil cocked a high brow and scoffed, disgusted.

"Oh, that's right..you prefer to be a mosquito"

All three looked at the Devil as though he had 3 heads.

"What? I'm only telling the truth...for once"

Zoe sighs and shakes her head, almost defeated.

"Of course it was for show"

The expansive West Coast city was soon blanketed by nightfall. Despite the fog and light pollution, there was a subtle difference of the sky's color hues. While the general population was readying themselves for a restful night's sleep and to re-energize. This was the vampire's prime hours. Although, again, the time difference was a bitch to adjust to.

Zoe spits a global of toothpaste and spit into the sink basin. Applying the last of her nightly face cream. She sighs heavily and emerges from the small bathroom, proceeding to her bed like one of Dracula's zombies.

"Promise me you won't drink anyone's blood while I'm asleep"

Zoe's exhausted wit carried over, the vampire gave a charismatic smirk.

"Well, maybe just a nibble"

It was small, and rather insignificant, but Lucifer was finally successful in getting his brain to turn off for the evening. Having a nightcap before getting lost in the expanse of his penthouse's bed. It wasn't long before succumbed to his boozed fatigue and drifted off. About 20 minutes later, he is drowsily stirred awake by the sounds of animalistic, high-pitched squeaking.

He wasn't entirely sure if he was still asleep or awake in that moment. His vision blurring in and out. He could've sworn he saw a small, black bat oddly hovering in the far left corner of the room. He laughs softly before giving a cocked smile.

"Nice try, Count Chocula. But I'm afraid the blood bank is closed"

He smirks once again, his brain now in a muddled state of delirium. A plane between partially asleep and awake. He slips back into what was basically unconsciousness. Suddenly, the vampire silently materialized by the side of which Lucifer's back faced. Drawing ever closer to the slumbering Devil's neck, he whispered.

"Édes álmok, Ördög. Által holnap ilyenkor, az leszel könyv az én vérvonal"

The poor Devil was almost in a state of paralysis. He could hear a voice fading in and out, it sounded vaguely familiar. Yet, he couldn't understand a single word. He groggily turns his head, but everything was hazy. "Dracula?" he weakly inquires. The Count put a slightly gnarled index finger to his lips to shush the slightly disoriented Devil. He smiles, almost mischievously. His eyes fill a blood-red, a sharp hiss, before baring his infamous vampiric fangs. Whispering, once more.

"This won't hurt a bit"