Chapter 23

Dracula

He waited impatiently by the window for his new follower to arrive with good news or with the demon host. 

There was a knock on the door and Dracula zoomed to his chair, he couldn't risk to look uncool. He sat and reclined in the chair, plastering his elbows on the arm rests and clasping his palms together so he could raise them to his face. 

"Come." The handle twisted, but it didn't open so he rolled his eyes and groaned before going to unlock the door. 

He walked back to his seat and interlocked his fingers on his stomach as he studied the person with hooded eyes. 

Curiosity bubbled and nudged him to ask a certain question. 

"Why are you always dressed in a coat, minion?" Dracula scrutinized the follower from head to toe, not getting a proper look at the face of the mystery person. Well, not so mystery to him. 

"So they wouldn't know it's me, sir." Answered the minion. 

"Whatev