First.

“I’ll take the first watch,” Dago said, sitting in the chair near the doorway.

Natalie didn’t respond, she simply covered herself with the blanket in the bed and quickly fell asleep. Dago waited around for several excruciatingly boring hours. He suddenly started to hear some sounds outside of the door.

“This is where you told them to say?” someone said in English.

“Yes, I’m going to have them shipped off for sale in a couple of hours, we’re just waiting on the supplies,” came a reply.

“What supplies?”

“The display coffins, holy water, the blessed trucks, and the silver handcuffs.”

“Do you think that’ll be enough? They… are, y’know.”

“That should be fine. Did you see them? It’s some chick and a guy with her. Neither of them looks very strong, but we’re backed up just in case.”

“Good, let me know when the trucks get here.”

Dago frowned. It appeared things weren’t as Natalie thought they were. What a bunch of idiots for talking about such a thing just outside their door. They clearly knew something about vampires, but not enough.