Dracula, on the other hand, sank his claws into his hair in an attempt to calm himself. He had driven Lilith from his mansion, and he still hadn't found peace within himself.
"Ahh!" He groaned as he tried to force himself to walk away from the mess he had made. The smell of Lilith's blood and the broken pieces of glass linger in his nostrils, swirling his head around.
As Dracula walked, his feet shook slightly and he began to stumble from one side to the other.
He couldn't take the torture anymore, and he needed someone else's blood to distract his thoughts.
It took some time, but Dracula eventually made his way upstairs, and as he headed straight to his room which was down the hallway, he stood at the side of his glass window, his sharp gaze could see everything that was going on in the city.
