In a vast and empty room, there was a lone figure sitting with their feet propped up on the table as two legs of the chair balanced out. The fire had been left to smolder and the only source of light was the candelabrum where only three out of the seven candles gave light behind them. The room gave off an eerie sense of foreboding, but the figure itself was inscrutable. The dim lighting had made the figure's features indistinguishable.

"Horcrux? Now where have I heard that from?" the figure mused over that single word. The voice was deep yet sounded like leaves falling or rather the echo of a rock falling into a pool of water. There was no clear accent as to pinpoint which, but it held a faint Northern British He was tossing something in the air and catching it. A golden tail can be seen trailing after the object.

"What the bloody Vlad have you been going on for the past week?" another figure demanded as she entered the room. Though you couldn't see the face through the large hood or the cape that draped around their body like a shield, the voice gave it away.

He stopped tossing the object in the air and inspected it in the candlelight. It was a thin gold band of a ring with an impressive dark red rose quartz upon the middle. The golden tail was no more than a golden chain, which he brought over his head and the ring lay against his breast.

"S'mthin' ya want?" the man asked his voice think of Cockney. He grinned and there were two canine teeth larger and sharper than the rest.

"Don't flatter yourself with that stupid accent. Only Vlad knows how long you've lived amongst them. And don't change the subject," she said and sat down on the wooden table.

"I wasn't the one who changed the subject, my dear. T'was you. Now if you would excuse me, I have a very important person to meet," he said. He let the two legs of the chair that were hanging in the air to suddenly drop to the ground with a loud clash against the stone floor. He stood up only to be pushed back into the chair. "Let go," he said calmly, though his eyes flashed dangerously much like an animal about to strike.

"Not until you tell us if you're with us or them," she said angrily.

"I pick no side," he said carefully choosing his words, though he knew it would anger her either way.

"You must! In the last wizard's war, they tempted us to and under your guidance we just sat here while they had all the fun! Why must you save your own hide in the war? And what of the previous times I was not there? Did you just sit here with thoughts of the dead? Did you?" she demanded angrily to him and spit flew out of her mouth.

"My dear, Iva, did you not care to notice that I have carefully put what remains of OUR race into the hands of this young wizard? I've been waiting centuries, CENTURIES, for the creature that will help us! We have been reduced to a mere thousand while the werewolves run rampant! And do you know why?" he had violently pushed away the leg that held him down. He now stood tall and menacingly over her. The shadows seemed to grow and the candlelight flickered casting shadows across their faces.

"Because you're stupid?" she said terrified, but still defied him.

"We are alive because of me! My blood and the blood of the Elves! Vlad was foolish enough to get killed and his blood is what runs through all vampires, even yours! You kill the head vampire, his whole bloodline is killed. I was but a youngling ELF when he took me, one of five last remaining. Because of my elfin blood, WE survived, while the strongest vampires I've known have perished because of bad blood. Don't forget it was my blood that saved the remaining few of us but I'm beginning to see that as a mistake. You might as well drive your hand through me now and be done with us all."

She didn't move from her spot. The offer was tempting, if she had not known that her life and the rest of the clan in entwined with this pompous arse.

"No? Then you and the others will remain here until I come back. You may feed, but only what is necessary. I will know if any of you has ventured out into the villages. Stay," he said a lot more calmly.

"Yes, Labyrinth," Iva said submissively. She slid off the table, got down on her knees and bowed to him as he walked off.

"Stop bowing," he said before shutting the door. "Shame. Shame on you."

The cool air hit his face lightly and he enjoyed it contentedly, as compared to the dank air of their lair. The moon shone fully and miles away he heard the howl of a wolf. There were no wolves from where they are currently located, so it must be another kind of animal.

He started walking on the rocky ground. The land stretched on like that, but he knows which direction heis at and that is where he is going.