Drake's face turned into a confused frown. It didn't match what he wore.
He wore a blue monocolored, male version of Lynca's dress. Deep sea blue, for vampires, stated status like purple for humans. Drake's entire wardrobe was full of attire similar to this.
His eyes were a golden sheen, while his skin was lightly tanned. At his belt was the blade he always carried, King's Tooth, named after the vampire fangs used in creating the weapon.
"Lynca is in paraysis form, unable to do anything but breathe. The ancient can't sense her like you or me, Old Man." Julien said spitefully.
"Such fire in you. Makes me remember when I was young. Regardless, I don't think you realize how much time you have left. Your own power is slowly killing you. Most likely from your human half being weaker than your vampiric."
Drake said those words like a wise grandfather would to his descendants.
"Little Jul, while I do not condone your actions, killing and capturing the vampire council will lead t-"
"I DON'T CARE! You can all rot in the lesser worlds."
"Very well." Drake drew King's Tooth and hung it at his side. "Let us see how you have learned. Take your time, for I have time to spare..."
A crash resounded in the castle.
'Five minutes until it gets here.'
"Though it seems you might not." Drake concluded.
"Fine by me, Old Man."
Julien started a chant.
"[My power, limited and low,
Through danger does it grow,
In time of greatest need,
Summon the weapon,
Blood Siphon, awaken.]"
As it finished resounding, every pore on Julien burst with blood. Instead of drenching Julien or the ground, it seemed to have a life of it's own.
The blood started to flow up, reaching past Julien's head and forming into a large ball.
Drake smiled.
"It seems you took the phrase 'our blood hungers' quite literally."
"If that's the case, ready yourself."
Drake raised his sword and charged Julien.