We waited in our make-shift home after the little...altercation with Jamie. We knew exactly what to do, but how? How would we travel 1,500 miles from London to Romania without being under suspicion from the Lycans? Too many questions and not enough answers.
"So what's the plan, chief?", Michael asked.
"I'm not sure. I mean, I know where we need to go, just not how we get there.", I said confusingly, "Give me time and I'll figure it out."
"As you always do.", he said mockingly.
When Nelson returned the next morning with blood I had a little conversation with him.
"Nelson, where is it that you get this blood? It looks like it's packaged for transfusions. Hospital?", I asked.
"I worked at the Red Cross.", he answered.
"Don't they notice the bags of blood missing on a daily basis?"
"No, I work alone. I own my own branch of the Red Cross. I take in donations from local organizations and such."
"So...you could take as much blood as you wanted and no one would know?", I asked.
"Well, yeah I suppose.", he answered a bit confused.
"We'll be travelling soon and need out strength, bring plenty of food for this one and plenty of blood for me.", I said pointing to Michael and myself.
"I suppose I'll see what I can do. When will you be leaving?", he asked.
"Not sure, don't even know what mode of transportation to use."
"Train's your best chance. It's cheap, and as long as you keep to yourself, you should go unnoticed.", he gave advice.
That was it, train.
The next morning Nelson brought us some suitcases full of clothes, plenty of blood and money for the tickets.
"It's gunna be a three day train ride. I only had enough to get you a single cabin.", he told us.
"That's perfectly alright. Thank you for helping us, we'll keep in touch.", I thanked him.
Michael carried the suitcases to the curb outside and we waited for a taxi. When one stopped, I smiled and opened the door while Michael loaded the bags into the trunk. We drove to the coast, and took a ferry across the English channel. Once in Northern France, we boarded our train and got comfortable in our cabin. Waiting for it to leave station.
The train jolted forward and slowly sped up.
"Why exactly do we need all these suitcases full of clothing we don't wear?", Michael asked.
"It's a decoy. Wouldn't it be a tad suspicious if two people were travelling 1,500 miles with no baggage? Exactly.", I said.
At dawn on the third day, we pulled into a train station in Bucharest, Romania. We were here, now we needed a place to stay. We didn't have an allied human to protect us from Lycan surveillance. We were on our own. Until we found Dracula.
We found a hotel, not far from the train station and checked in. So far no one has batted an eyelash at us. If only we can keep this up long enough to find the eldest vampire. We'd be set. I hoped. Once settled in our room, I logged onto the computer in the corner. Once it booted up I pulled up a search engine and typed in "Dracula".
Half a dozen sites popped up. I clicked on the one that appeared to be a biography. A link popped up about Dracula's castle. I opened it.
Opened as a tourist attraction in 1949, Dracula's castle was closed in 1964 after six unsolved disappearances.
Closed, as in unguarded. Forgotten. I refined my search. It was only about 10 miles from here!
"Michael, it's time to leave.", I said shutting down the computer, clearing the search history.
"Where?", he asked confused.
"Dracula's castle."