Dracula returns to his Hideout only to find out that Dr. Mendez is after him

Dracula stood in the middle of a warehouse full of mummified corpses and sighed. Most of these people's blood was contaminated with **** or chemical substances that would have killed these unfortunate worms sooner or later. It would take several hours even for his body to digest all these toxins. He would probably never understand why people did this to themselves. Curiously, he picked up one of the pistols and looked at this marvel of technology. He had already seen such guns in London, but at that time they were only primitive objects compared to this weapon. When he looked around he could see even bigger versions of these **** instruments. Some looked like they were made for two hands. His sharp eyes quickly fell on the projectiles that had hit the werewolf or simply bounced off somewhere. He flipped the small metallic object in his fingers and looked at it from all directions. No wonder this object did not harm the werewolf. It wasn't made of silver. However, how could these poor worms know that?

Bored of such incompetence, Dracula looked around for the last time. He was not allowed to allow anyone to report this, but nobody had survived his attack. Now the only question was whether this werewolf had been the only one. His servant had investigated the last attack and could not find out if anyone had survived the attack. According to reports, Batman was the first to enter the scene. According to him, no one had been alive. So far, Dracula could have been lucky. However, he did not believe it. This werewolf just hadn't been a real challenge. That meant that he was still very young and of a simple mind. The ones he had bitten were all dead. Dracula was sure of that. Now he would have to wait. But something was wrong. Suddenly the place began to spin and he felt something in his body begin to cloud his senses. Never before had he tasted such a powerful ****. It was certainly a hundred times stronger than the opium he had tasted from addicts in London. This one was intoxicating. He fell to his knees for a short time as the **** in his blood fought against his healing powers. These **** should probably sharpen mortals' senses and give them a feeling of power. But Dracula's senses were already much sharper than the senses of humans and so the LSD in his body caused an explosion of colours and impressions which he had to work through for now. Luckily for him, he escaped from the warehouse before the **** took effect. Not that fire could be dangerous to him in the long run, but he always found it a little bit strenuous to regenerate himself completely. Besides, it did hurt a little.

"A little hurt!" giggled Dracula as he leaned against a wall. But before he was overwhelmed by the euphoria of ****, he clenched his fist and hit the wall of the house behind him. Under the pressure of several hundred kilos, the bricks crumbled to dust. The pain flung through him and had a healing effect on him. He managed to focus his senses and control the blood in his body. He'd be cured in a few minutes. But while leaning against the wall and looking at the sky, he could hear a wild howling. Even in his weakened condition he could tell that this howling could not come from a normal dog. There were at least two more werewolves in a radius of about two miles around him. He stretched his head up and smelled in the air. He was sure he took the scent. With a powerful jump he reached the roof of the building where he was standing and looked around. The scent was much stronger up here. The strong smell of dog and flee and the like. He was still a little confused but he could perceive this smell as clearly as he could see the moon above him. In his present state he did not intend to turn into an animal and so he ran across the roof. The next roof was about 15 meters away, but for him it was a rather pathetic distance. It was more like he was floating to the next roof and without slowing down his pace he moved from roof to roof. Something was strange about this smell... but he pushed it on the influence of the contaminated blood, but even in his present constitution he could easily compete with 2 werewolves. He was sure about that. The wolf had just been a child's play. With a last powerful jump he pushed himself into the air and fell 20 meters deep into a dark alley.

This time he took no regard for secrecy or finesse. Like a bomb he hit the ground and smashed the stone underneath him. With a abrupt movement he drove around. Red glowing eyes and a wild hissing accompanied this movement as a sign of his anger. But all he could see was a shepherd dog looking at him curiously while he was doing his business.

"Really?!" escaped it from Dracula when he looked at the dog. "THAT MUST NOT BE TRUE" he roared out into the night. The **** had probably harmed him considerably worse than he had thought. He had picked up the wrong scent and ran in the wrong direction. And now he had no idea where he was going. He couldn't hear the wolves or pick up a new smell.

"Hey, mister. Everything's okay." He heard a human voice behind him, but in his rage he turned lightning fast and beheaded the man with a backhand stroke. Dracula didn't take into account how much such a thing could be noticed, but at the moment he didn't care. He never thought people were so bad with ****. He didn't just suck up a **** addict in that warehouse. He must have sucked out dozens of **** addicts. The sheer amount of **** had been able to overwhelm even him. He absolutely had to calm down. Don't let feelings or instincts guide him. He stretched out his arms and summoned ancient powers. Deep in his inner self the darkness lurked, which he used now. He would rejuvenate his body and restore it to a state before he entered the hall. Such an amount of magical energy was dangerous to control, but he wasn't some stupid mortal wizard. Purple flames twitched over his arms and for a spectator it looked as if Dracula was slowly swallowed by purple flames and inside they could see how the red veins in the eyes slowly receded. After only a few Seconds the magic flames faded slowly and Dracula breathed calmly. One last deep breath and his magic was under control again. He just plucked his jacket and sighed.

He had failed. He had fundamentally misjudged this world. However. Pride had put him in this position and it would take cunning to straighten it out. But he wouldn't be able to do anything here. He left the alleyway and mingled with the people while he was on his way back to his safe house. As soon as he arrived there, the Riddler came running towards him.

"Master! MASTER! I've discovered bad things." Said he did recognize immediately that Dracula was in a really bad mood. He flinched and curled in anticipation of a blow that never came.

"I hear servants! Speak and choose your words wisely!"

"Yes, master! I found out someone was trying to find out more about you! Someone's digging the Internet to find out more about you. A certain Dr. Mendez."

Dracula listened to the speech. His servant had already tried to explain the Internet to him. But he didn't really understand it. For him it sounded like a big magic library consisting of magical ether. But the one who called himself Riddler called it technology and science.

"Where can I find this Dr. Mendez? I'm in the mood to hunt!" Even if the sun would rise soon, he decided to become more proactive from now on. He couldn't trust his power to protect him in this town. And if that woman investigated him, he would have to stop it. He had heard from his servant that this city was guarded by a so-called hero. A fighter who was apparently invincible. A dark figure who fought for the defenceless. The last thing Dracula needed was a lunatic who would cause him trouble. He hadn't run into this man yet.

He had his faithful servant take one of these horse-drawn carriages to take him to the curious lady. He enjoyed the ride because he now had time to catch a little bit and plan his next steps. According to his servant's information, he would find the woman at a zoo, but he would arrive only after sunrise. He had to smile when he thought of his servant's face when he told him that the sun had no influence on him. He had probably hoped or feared that the sun would destroy him. He adjusted his sunglasses as he could see the bright shimmer of the rising sun on the horizon. Not much longer and the first rays would lie down over the city and weaken him enormously. He had read some of those penny novels that people had written about him. In all of them, vampires had crumbled to dust as soon as they were struck by the sun. Only Bram Stoker had described it correctly. A sign of his excellent research. As described in the book, Dracula was able to exist in the sunlight, but his power was greatly weakened by the sun. It has always been the symbol of the Sun God Rah and thus one of the most powerful holy symbols that existed in ancient human mythology. Almost every religion worshipped the sun in some way, which gave it additional power. With a wistful gaze, he watched as the sun shone over the horizon and the city dipped into a reddish glow. The brighter the light became, the weaker Dracula felt. But even in such a weakened state, he was able to overcome a simple man in close combat, but neither his healing powers nor the stronger magical powers could he activate in daylight.

When he got out of the car, he looked around and turned his suit. The sun on his warm skin felt good and he enjoyed the smell of wild animals nearby. He was definitely near the zoo and the driver showed him a folder with the picture of the target. Dracula remembered this woman. She had also been to the celebration of Bruce Wayne. He pondered briefly and was relatively sure that she had stood with him shortly before he had left the property. A quite handsome woman and he came up with a new idea. With a proud step he approached the entrance and amused himself inside deliciously as one pointed out to him that he had to line up like everyone else behind him. While he was standing in the row, he considered his options. He knew there were at least two werewolves left. If his senses hadn't been completely foggy, he had clearly heard the howling of two wolves. That meant two wolves would go hunting in four weeks. Even with its power and speed, Dracula could not be in two places at the same time. So if the last two wolves split up, he would never be able to kill them. Because he would always miss one. He could not rely on human servants in this situation. Even an army of his own would not help more than to give Dracula a breathing space.

No. He needed help. Before infinite tides, he had once thought about conquering the mortal world and had created a great number of vampires. However, this shot was, as they said so nicely... backfired. Many of the vampires he had created had become insane or had revolted against him. None of his children had been a real threat to the King of the Undead, but he had been taught to be as cautious with his curse as the werewolves were with theirs. However, he had also felt certain needs in his Tall One's life and so he had always surrounded himself with Three Brides. Each of them received part of his power as a gift from him, and they were his strongest weapons. Unfortunately, the last brides were killed in the 18th century.

However, not every mortal woman was fit to become his bride. He'd look at this Mendez. If she was worthy to be his bride, he'd take it. And if he discovered the flaw in her soul, he would see to it that she would have an unfortunate accident.