An idea that popped into my head and wouldn't leave. First fic with this angle. Please let me know if this is something you would like to see continued. Happy Reading!

"I don't think we're in London anymore, Zoe"

The vampire quipped, gazing in complete awe from the backseat window of their Uber. A sprawling mass of skyscrapers and bright lights. He was thankful for the shade that the vehicle provided, otherwise it would end unfavorably for the Count. Zoe ridding in the front. There was word, one of the vampire's victims had fled to Los Angeles, California.

The objective was, track them down as soon as possible, and destroy them before they had a chance to feed on anyone else. Keeping the Count himself from causing any further disarray was a challenge in itself. They would be meeting with homicide Detective Chloe Decker and civilian consultant, Lucifer Morningstar. Although this particular case wasn't within their ranges of expertise. They would assist however necessary.

They arrange for the driver to park in the adjacent car parking garage from their hotel. They would only be lodging there for a max of two days, catching an early flight back to London on the third.

"Thank you"

Zoe stated, her mind in a fog retrieving some bills from her purse for a tip. What a royal pain in the ass it was to convert her British pound to American currency. The young man smiled and eased out of the lot, back into the chaos. Dracula stretched his legs for a bit, days dwelling away in a coffin, one would think he'd be accustomed to cramped confines. He claps both hands together, suddenly. Causing Zoe's heart to nearly burst from her chest.

"So, when do we meet the charming couple?"

He inquired, an air of sarcasm in his voice. She sighed and fished out a pair of shades from their leather case, before briefly glancing at the time on her cell. She still hadn't adjusted to the stark contrast of time change there.

"Actually, in about 20 minutes...I told them we'll meet inside"

While this was beneficial to the vampire in many ways, getting there, however, would prove a challenge. If he ventured out into the daylight, he would be reduced to nothing but a pile of dust. Suddenly, he recalled his time on the Demeter. Casting fourth a thick fog, blanketing the sunlight for days. He smirks and has Zoe stand back.

Making his way towards the point where the light met the shadows, a swirling mass of cloud-like fog spills from his mouth. Turning the entire West Coast city into overcast This is immediately followed by the sounds of screeching tires, horns blasting, and motorists shouting obscenities. Zoe sighs once more exasperatedly.

"Great, not even an hour here and you're causing traffic obstruction"

"It'll clear in a couple days. Lets go"

They had agreed to meet the duo at Lux. The nightclub scene wasn't a particular interest of the vampire's, contrary to popular belief. The ones that frequented them, however, were. Zoe's eyes become squinted, attempting to adjust and make her way through the dark and haze. She feels Dracula's clawed nails brush against her arm, lightly grasping it to help guide her to their destination.

"I hope you can see where we're going"

While there was a heavy overcast, the air wasn't particularly dense. Then again, Van Helsing was no stranger to exaggerations. The vampire gives a light chuckle once more.

" 'An I hope you know where we're going"

The club was an impressive piece of construction. Although it would never compete with the exceptional grandiose of his beloved Transylvanian castle. The building was oddly sparse of patrons, although, likely the owner had done so for the purpose of said meeting.

He was thankful the atmosphere was generally dark, taking exception of the decorative lights that lined the ceiling. One by one, like a perfect string of traffic lights. He hears Zoe clear her throat briefly. Referring back to an email, a look of utter confusion plastered across her face before slipping the phone back into her jeans pocket.

"Could've sworn this' where they said t-"

-"Hello, sorry to keep you all waiting"

A debonair, almost posh sounding voice carried over from somewhere in the building. Dracula and Zoe simultaneously look in the direction of the grand staircase. A tall, slender man donned in Armani descending it. He makes his way over to the couple.

"I'm Lucifer Morningstar"

Taking Zoe's hand into his to shake. Meanwhile, the vampire remained vigilant his courteous greetings ceased at shaking hands. She gives a small smile, yet her eyes were quick to look elsewhere. As she briskly and awkwardly responded "Zoe...Van Helsing". The Devil then turns to face Dracula. An almost wicked-like expression sparked in his eyes.

"'An you must be Count Dracula"

The vampire could feel an internal eye roll in progress. This man was as cliché as they come. However, he bit the figurative bullet and went along with the empty pleasantries and phony humor.

"So I've been told for the past five hundred years"

Zoe could feel the awkward tension in the air starting to build. Just as she was about to play interference, Chloe rushes through the main doors. Her hair slightly disheveled in a messy ponytail.

"Sorry I'm late. (She makes her way over to Zoe briskly. Extending her arm) Chloe Decker"

As she turns to greet the vampire. Lucifer let's out an almost haughty-like chuckle.

"Careful, Detective. The great Count Doucheula is in our midst"