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Chapter 11

Gilbert knew that he needed to tell Arthur the news of where the base was soon. He knew that Arthur would most likely be in the area with that police officer, and he knew that the sooner this whole mess was resolved the sooner he could get back to his undead life of annoying and watching people. He knew that that would be the best for everyone…but it may not be the most interesting.

After all, in every awesome movie or book he's watched or read, the good-guys always fight the bad-guys at the absolute last minute; saving the day while defeating the enemy when the opponent is at their strongest. Now that would be much more awesome than watching Arthur and the police guy try winning when the opponent was only at 95% max strength! Besides, part of him wondered if Arthur really could save the day without his help every single step of the way.

Gilbert smiled as he thought about all of this, only to quickly float up out of sight when he spotted Arthur heading in his direction. Today was bound to be much more interesting than originally planned.

A couple hours passed since Vlad was trapped in the closet, and by that time no help had come for him; leading him to believe one of two things happened. First, Gilbert was caught in some way and unable to tell Arthur where to look. Second, Gilbert found something else to do which seemed like more fun. In either case, it meant that Vlad was on his own.

After the bit of rest, he was feeling a little better, but still would have liked to have a quick drink of blood. Any blood, even if it was not human's would be better than going around half starved.* But first he needed to get out of this infernal closet. An idea then came to him. In a poof of smoke, Vlad transformed himself into small bat; small enough to easily crawl out the bottom of the door. He simply needed to get out fast enough to not get stepped on or worse.

Quietly, Vlad slide out from underneath the door, startling Elizabeta in the process. Surprised, she began to move as if to pounce on him, only to lose him when another poof of smoke appeared and the bat vanished.

"Where did you go," Elizabeta asked aloud frustrated while looking for the bat, only to hear a chuckle in response. She felt a hand move her long hair slightly, revealing her neck. Her eyes widened as she felt this followed by her punching the air behind her with all of her strength; causing the invisible vampire to stumble to the ground and hold his now aching jaw.

"Well aren't you full of moxie," Vlad commented. When he hunts he generally likes his prey to be a bit challenging, but at the moment he did not want to deal with another fight while hungry.

Elizabeta glared at the place where the noise came from before she landed a powerful kick to the vampire's stomach. She smirked slightly upon hearing the shrieked noise from the opponent, only to then say, "I may not be able to see you, but I can still figure out where you are by your constant talking and that smell of yours."

"Well if you're not a clever one. In that case I think I will be leaving for now," Vlad said with a slight chuckle, slowly getting up to his feet in time to dodge another of her kicks. As fast as he could, Vlad left for the alley and rushed to the shadowed sides. He could hear the girl search for him inside and knew that she would soon reach the alley, causing him to look for an escape plan. He frowned as he looked at the man-hole leading to the sewers, not liking the idea of needing to murk around down there.

"I was kidding when I mentioned that earlier…oh well, maybe I'll find something to eat down there. Or push comes to shove I'll be able to reach Lukas' bar down there and hopefully he'll be back," Vlad said with a sigh, only to lift the cover as quietly as he could and slink into the darkness; recovering it as soon as Elizabeta reached the alley.

"Any news yet?" Alfred asked Arthur upon finding him surrounded by other police officers giving them directions on where to look.

"No. Bloody hell, it should not be this hard to find a group of people with ears and tails. They must be lying low today," Arthur answered as the police officers left to continue searching. So far the group had not found anything really out of the ordinary, the most being a call about a fight, but nothing more was added to it and so the group dismissed it as being nothing. It was already around noon, and Arthur knew that time was quickly running out before nightfall; causing him to feel the stress of having to think of something soon.

The ring from his phone shocked Arthur out of his thoughts, only for him to look at the caller id confused by who would be calling him. The person calling him was Lukas, so Arthur answered and asked what was wrong. In response Lukas told him how Vlad had appeared at the bar tired, smelling of sewage, and rambling about werewolves and stupid ghosts. After hearing all of this, Arthur agreed to meet at the bar to see what the vampire was talking about before excusing himself from Alfred's annoyed glances.

It did not take Arthur too long to reach the bar, only to sigh out of pity at the sight of Vlad licking up every drop of blood out of his special bloody Mary. The smell then reached him, causing him to gulp back the involuntary idea of gagging.

"Hey, since he's here now can you guys make the smelly buy leave. He'll make people not want to come in," Matthias requested loudly from behind the counter. Lukas and Arthur rolled their eyes at this and walked up to the shaded table Vlad was at.

"Vlad, what's with the smell? You reek like you went for a stroll in the sewer," Arthur asked.

"I did. It's so bright out that that was the only way for me to get here without burning alive…can I have another one?" Vlad answered then asked Lukas, causing the owner to take the empty glass and fill it with more of the red elixir the guest craved only to be stopped and pulled into a conversation with Matthias.

"And why aren't you at your house?" Arthur asked while rubbing his head. He really did not need to add baby-sitting a vampire to his list of chores today.

"Because I needed to tell you something important. I found your werewolf den. That ghost that you sometimes talk to also found it, but something tells me he hasn't told you yet," Vlad answered, causing Arthur to perk up.

"No, he hasn't. Where is it?" Arthur commented.

Vlad smiled and held up the fresh glass of blood, motioning to Lukas that Arthur would pay for it. Arthur begrudgingly agreed and listened as Vlad said, "You know that little Mediterranean restaurant in the shopping district? The one with the usually happy waiter and scowling chef? The den is in their back. I think that is also where they are keeping their victims."

"The restaurant?" Arthur began only to hit his head upon remembering seeing Francis leave from back there only the other day ago and say, "Of course! Thank you Vlad, hopefully you'll actually get home later tonight."

Vlad smiled back as the detective began to leave, sipping his blood, only to frown slightly and ask Lukas, "My blood tastes funny now, did you do anything to it?"

"You asked for a specialty bloody Mary. That's what I got you," Lukas dully answered, causing the costumer to shrug his shoulders and return to drinking.

And we'll break there for now,

For the *= this was not meant as a Twilight reference, there are some kinds of vampires in Eastern Europe who were known for drinking the blood of livestock, the kind Vlad is being one who would drink on occasion take cattle.

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