An evil smirk crept the corner of his lips as he sat comfortably in his throne-chair with a glass tumbler of red liquid in his right hand.
Behind him stood Jilaiya.
Reginald was blindly falling into his trap and it thrilled Dracula to a point he found it hard to contain his joy.
"You're very confident, Dracula." Jilaiya pointed out the obvious.
"Oh yes I am, Jilaiya. I'm always confident." He stood up from the chair and faced his most loyal subject.
"One thing Reginald is missing is that we're always ten steps ahead of him…I don't fear death."
Jilaiya frowned at Dracula's words because it was the first time she was hearing him say such about death.
"Everyone fears death," she reminded him.
"Everyone fears death because they don't have enough knowledge about it…as for me…I have a lot of knowledge about it."
He walked round the chair and stood behind her before wrapping an arm around her slender waist.
