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The interior of the vampire's room was spacious at first glance, but no larger than the receiving chambers of some kings. The vampire didn't care much for the fashion details that were current at the time. A large oak table was on the opposite end of the room and a magical mirror above it. He didn't even need a mirror, and he knew that he was beautiful and irresistible.

Since he was hidden in the mist, his pointed ears heard every noise, every movement for ten kilometers in diameter. His face was more bat than man, with his front fangs projecting over his lower jaw. Rarely have there been any vampires that can take on the inter-form, even fewer those that had the whole form or even had one.

The mirror shinned. They called him, they asked for him. Someone was on the opposite side. Someone had great power of information and knew where he was.

As he approached the mirror, it grew brighter and stronger, illuminating the room with its whitish-blue glow.

"You've become too careless," a voice said on the other side.

"You can say," he replied.

"You don't think anyone will find you? You've become too ignorant."

"There is no one to find me."

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you."