Aside from her two in the morning visitor Iola hadn't had much happen during the night, just weird vampire dreams. She hadn't had those since Twilight had reared its head and shattered the vampire lore with all of its mess. Still, this guy in the dream seemed more like the ones she had grown up reading about most of her life… he also looked like the dead guy that had visited last night. Iola was determined to not thin about any of that as she worked on setting up her kitchen. This was easier than the living room had been, she would admit because at least here she did not have to think too hard on where things went. The music was pulsing through the house and she was lightly bobbing her head as she unwrapped the dishes, another gift from her grandma. Apparently, the old woman had been holding on to things for her since she was a little girl, just waiting for Iola to move out and establish her own home.

Iola was thankful for it; lord knows she never would have been prepared for it herself if she had to go and buy all new dishes on her own in a new state. She wasn't even looking forward to going out and getting groceries and household necessities. The song flipped from "Take a Back Road" to "My Town" and Iola promised her eyes did not mist over a bit as she dug out another plate to put in the cabinet above the sink. God how many people did she know in her hometown that she could name them all on sight and knew what they would be doing at any point in the day? It was a good portion of her old neighborhood at least and a lot of her old teachers too.

She shook the sadness away and finished the box with plates and bowls. After a moment of looking she found the one with cups and went to fill another cabinet with those. She had the ones that matched the set her grandma gave her and then she had the eclectic mix of novelty ones that she had collected over the years. The cups ranged in themes from Harry Potter, Firefly, the occasional Anime themed ones and so on. The ones for the dish set went on an upper shelf and the novelty ones went on the lower shelf, she would use those more than the other ones. When the breakables were away, she moved on to silverware, putting them in little trays before they went into drawers. It took her a good chunk of the day, but she finally managed to get the whole kitchen exactly how she wanted.

It was the sound of her rumbling stomach that let Iola know that she needed to stop and eat now. It was only a moment's worth of debate before she was heading out to her car, a mini cooper done up in red and no stripes thank you. She had no groceries and needed to get them as well as lunch. As she stepped out of her door and locked it up, adjusting her shorts and tank top to something presentable, she felt the tingle that let her know she had a visitor. Reluctantly she turned around and came face to face with the man from last night. "Not you again," she muttered as she crossed her arms, at least he was dressed properly this time. "I can't help you, just see you." Ok it was a lie, she could help if she wanted to, but she had spent the whole time since her gift had activated helping the dead. Was it so bad that she wanted a fucking break from them?

The dead man gave her an arrogant smile that soured her mood further and he spoke. "You can help me in ways you don't even know the significance of," and damnit that voice was not fair! Usually the dead didn't talk, they just gave her the impression of what they wanted, and Iola did not want them to sound like male phone sex operators!

She scowled at him, "I preferred it when you and yours were quiet." She ignored his confused look as she made her way to the car. "I am so setting up a perimeter," She hissed as she climbed into the car, her sneakers kicking up dirt as she climbed in. "You better be gone when I get back, and don't follow me!" she called to the ghost that could talk.

London

Dracula couldn't understand the woman that he was seeing, she dressed for hot weather but spoke the American equivalent of English. She was far too pale for the hot sunny environment she was in and her clothing would have made his Lord uncomfortable. She was of an average height for women with hair colored black with two bright blue strips on either side of her head. The blue in her hair nearly matched the blue of her eyes that were lit with annoyance at him. "How often does she see visions of strange men?" he wondered as familiar possessive jealousy reared its head in his chest.

He narrowed his eyes as he left his trance and went to find dinner for himself, she was hungry as well and he had connected with her enough that he could feel it. He needed to be quick and find a way to get to her, find out where she was… He came across a woman and smiled, while not as… interesting as his awaiting companion, she certainly could aid him in his quest. He was not going to let her turn but he would use her. It would be worth the grief of dealing with the woman to get where he wanted to be.

One quick thrall later and he was in the woman's home as she showed him how this new world worked. Technology had come far in such a short time, had it only been seventeen years since he had last had the dubious joy of walking the earth?

"D'ya know the name of the girl you're looking for?" the woman asked as she sat at her computer.

"I do not," he said as he stood behind her to watch what she was doing.

"That'll make it harder. You said she was American?" He nodded as the woman powered on the computer and opened something on the screen. She typed something quickly and pulled of a page for social media. "So, let's get some help shall we?" Dracula nodded as the simple woman was able to contact people across the globe without a phone and never needing to even meet them in person.

America

Iola's phone pinged and she picked it up to find a notification from one of her social media pages. She tossed her empty fry container in the bin and cleaned her hands on a napkin before she opened the phone and traversed it to the correct app. Here dark eyebrows came together over her nose and looked over the notification. It was a friend request from some woman in London, England. She didn't know anyone over there so what was this woman doing reaching out to her?

A message notification on the same app pinged and she opened it, it was from the same woman who sent the friend request. Iola opened it to see if it would shed any light on the situation.

Hello Miss Roman,

My name is Grace Carter, we have a few mutual friends and with the way they talk about you I felt I should reach out and meet the woman that they talk so eagerly about. I'm sorry if the friend request was unsolicited but, well I have always been forward with what I wanted.

I hope to hear from you soon,

Grace

Iola wracked her brain trying to think of how this woman would have heard of her. She clicked on the woman's name so that it would take her to the home page for that user and quickly found her answer. The woman knew her Cousin Seren's ex-husband. What would that guy have to say about her? They had barely hung out at all. Should she respond? She made a face and decided to just ignore it all. She wasn't about to make friends with someone who would no doubt upset her cousin; Iola loved the older woman too much to do something stupid like that.

She closed the message and exited the app and flipped over to the music room and started on a new playlist, she still had plenty of work to do, her bathroom and bedroom were her next targets and then she had to see of there was anything to be done about the stupid ghost that had come by twice now. She really didn't want any more visitors. Iola got up from her comfy spot on the couch and went to get to work on the bathroom, she wanted to shower and shave tonight.

Again there was a playlist listened to for this chapter, if you want the songs on it feel free to ask.

My Smallest Brother picked the chapter title so yeah.