The Slayer's Guild headquarters was bloody irritating to try to navigate yourself around, Vlad decided, cominng across yet another closed door barring his path. He snarled, turning around. He needed more time, he needed the slayers' distracted and running and in no mind to stop him. He could hear them, getting nearer, and he snarled once again. Damn Slayers. They always ruined his plans. He looked around the hall, coming across – of all things – a fire alarm. He smirked, driving his fist into the glass and feeling it shatter under his knuckles. The siren started, the water falling from the roof so heavily it was hard to see through. The perfect covering.

Using vampire speed in the rain meant that he was nothing more than a wet blur, ssomething that they thought was just their eyesight tricking them as they tried to blink through the heavy water fall. He came to the cages, looking in them as carefully as he could. There, are the far end, chained up like a dog, was his tutor man. Vlad tilted his head. "They got your position right," he said, spitting out the water that fell into his mouth. Bertrand looked up, his arms struggling against the heavy metal that enclosed them.

"Vlad..." he sounded awed. Vlad rolled his eyes, grabbing the door to the cage – prison cell more like – and ripping it off with ease. Bertrand's eyes widened at the action. Sure, a normal vampire could do something similar, but it was how litle effort Vlad seemed to put into using his powers that made even the smallest display of them all the more impressive. Tossing the broken metal to the side, Vlad leaned against the now broken bars at the side of the cell, looking at Bertrand with darkened eyes. There was a silence in the air that Bertrand couldn't quite comprehend, and he felt uneasy with the Chosen One's eyes so firmly fixed on him. To try to ease this unease, Bertrand bowed his head.

"Don't give me that shit," Vlad said harshly. "Look at me, Tutor Man," he commanded. Bertrand had no choice but to obey. He looked up, meeting with the Chosen One's dark eyes. He had heard the tales that looking directly into his eyes could lead you to a firey hell the likes of which were only known by the most henious of hell spawn. Vlad's head tilted again, wet hair plastered against his forehead, looking Bertrand up and down as though he was studying him. He stepped over, raised his hands up, and ripping the binding chains from the wall. Bertrand fell to the floor, only to have his arm grabbed to stop him falling completely. Vlad smirked down at him. "Time for some fun, Tutor Man," he said, leaning forward and kissing him firecely on the mouth, biting his bottom lip in a show of domiance.

"They all have to be prepared," Selene was commanding and in control as she stormed down the corridor, Watson and Jones behind her, taking in every orderr she gave. "This isn't any ordinary vampire we're looking to take down," she stopped, turning to face them, "this is the Grand High Vampire, and worst of all, he knows how we operate." There was anger in Selene's tone, and both men knew it was anger at herself for not realising who Vlad was earlier. Tommo Watson wanted to warn her against the anger, he had known Vlad when they were children and he would have never suspected... But then again, that would stepping outside of the employer/employee line, even if it did seem like she needed a friend.

"Selene, you can't blame yourself," Mark Jones could step out of that line, having known Selene far longer than any of them. He laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "He had you mesmerised, no one can fault you for your actions." There was a silence. Tommo carefully took a step backwards. Selene turned to face Jones, eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Oh, can they not?" Her tone was harsh, and cold. Jones lifted his hand warily. "In case it has somehow slipped your mind, Jones, but I am in fact in charge of this entire operation. When anything bad happens, no matter how small it may seem to you and the rest of the soldier boys, it falls to me. Why did I not do anything to prevent it, and how was I going to stop it happening again?" She breathed in deeply, her shoulders shaking with the effort of keeping the anger in. "So fuck your false pity, and get the others ready. Now!" Both Jones and Watson nodded, moving down the corridor ahead of her quickly to make their way to the soldiers barracks, to rally the troops into action.

Selene paused in the corridor, leaning her back against the wall. She had really done it this time. There was no way she would be allowed to continue in her position. It would go to her cousin, regardless of his capability of actually running anything even remotely resembling a business. "Fuck," she swore softly, "fuck you, Vlad."

In his rooms, Robin found himself putting Barry and Jack to bed eearlier than he would have done any other night. He had been listening to what was going on out in the corridor, and he didn't want anyone deciding that the hybrid children would be good target practice. Oh, he was sure Selene would have any such person dismissed on the spot, but there was no way Robin was going to risk their safety. They had complained – they were children, of course they were going to complain – but ultimately obeyed Robin, which he was glad of. Now he only had his own safety to worry about.

Locking the door firmly, he glanced around the room out of habit, looking for security cameras. He knew there weren't any, but it didn't stop the paranoia. Carefully, quietly, he opened a drawer, pulling out a book Vlad had gifted him.

"Time to see if that scent of magicc is actually anything," Robin whispered. He opened the book.