He felt like nothing more than an animal. Being transported by a large, wheeled crate. In some aspects, this shouldn't be too alarming, as he had gone through this same process once before. In the same facility. However, that was pre-pregnancy. He feared the unnecessary stress would hurt the baby, not to mention the jostling of the transport itself. Every five seconds he would swiftly press his palm somewhat firmly against his stomach. A flood of relief washes over as he feels his son nudge in response.

Streaks of stark, white light shun down. The vampire treading cautiously out into the vast triangular holding cell. Vigilant to not let a single light fragment hit him. He notices as Harker appears out the corner of his eye.

"Well, well, if it isn't the infamous Count Dracula. You're a difficult man to get a hold of"

That tone, like it was eliciting a certain conniving nature. Chilling the 5x centenarian to the bone. His attention swiftly honing in on Harker's line of sight. Directly on his stomach. Uttering a low snarl, he nimbly grabs a section of his elaborate, long, black cape. Shielding his swollen midsection from view. This, however, was a pointless endeavor. Harker had already seen it. He sighs heavily and lets the cape fall at his side.

"How far along?"

Harker inquires with a tilt of his head. The vampire turned his back to him. Gazing out beyond his glass paneled prison. His mind wandering, where on Earth was Zoe? Didn't she care? Wasn't she concerned for him and the well-being of their child? Dracula clears his throat somewhat roughly.

"34 weeks"

He responded bitterly. Harker chuckled softly, making his way closer to the holding cell. A palm pressing against the glass.

"Interesting.. now, you do know we'll be detaining you for the next month, right?"

The vampire's heart lept into his throat. Was he hearing this nonsense correctly? This couldn't simply be just for study purposes, but to also study his son. Which meant Harker had to of had someone feeding him that inside information. And the only other person aware of his pregnancy, aside from Frank, was Zoe.

"Who told you?!"

Dracula demanded, an obvious edge to his tone. Harker let out an unsettling chuckle.

"What makes you think anyone informed me? Shouldn't a simple visual check be enough of a conclusion?"

As much as Dracula hated to admit it. Harker was right. At this stage in his pregnancy, simply passing it off as age-related weight gain was about as believable as an abstinent whore. Still, something told him he was informed in advance. For his eyes to basically hone in on that specific area the minute he entered. There was more than Sherlockian deduction.

"You knew what you were looking for the minute you walked in. Five hundred years of experience with bullshitters. You'll have to do better than that"

Harker's veil fell. There was no use in playing the oblivious card any longer. He gives a heavy sigh.

"Well...let's just say. If you want to know the true meaning of dishonesty. You needn't look further than the one whom you share your deepest intimacies"

At that moment, the vampire felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. How could she do such a thing? Why? He settled in behind the elongated table. Staring at him through the paneled glass. What was the point of all this? Hadn't they completed their "study"? Hell, they barely had a crime scene see fit to detain him.

"Do you really think this' necessary?"

Dracula asked. An inadvertent whiny-like twinge to his voice. Harker gives a haughty chuckle.

"For the safety of mankind, yes"

The vampire rolls his eyes. But the whereabouts of Zoe was currently taking precedence among his priorities. This just wasn't like her, sure, she wasn't exactly thrilled with the news she was going to be a mother. Never in his 500 years could he imagine she'd stoop so low. Then again, she wasn't that loyal of a nun either.

"Where is Doctor Van Helsing?"

Dracula finally inquired. Harker turned his attention towards the elaborate lights. The Foundation's missionaries at the ready. For a second it almost seemed like he had a soul.

"She'll be here momentarily. And there's something else you should know. Any prior requests to have your child birthed in Romania have been denied"

"What?!"

Dracula slammed his fists in rage against the table. Blood filling his eyes. The vampire hadn't considered any repercussions of his child birthed on any other soil but his own. It wasn't until later in the pregnancy had he discovered, a vamparian child, pure or otherwise, would pass shortly after birth if the soil was not true Romanian. He could feel a hot tear slowly slide down his cheek, this was deliberate. This was her plan the moment he told her the news.