Containment 1: George 'Georgie' Van
Code Name: Dracula
Age: 37 Years (Unaged 20 years)
D.O.B. - 11/08/1960
P.O.B. - London, England
Arrival - 1997
History - Next Page Over

"I'm sorry if there is an actual misword or typo in here for fucking code name." I placed the file on the box, taking off my glasses to clean the lenses, hoping the words I was seeing was just my imagination due to the smudges on the lenses.

"No mistakes, Zane. We give our containments there nicknames how we see it fits. And Dracula is a goo enough fit." I breathed in and out, slowly and evenly but as I stared into the window and the complete darkness, a chill ran down my spine.

"Are we talking vampirism for certain acts, or particular fetishes?" Brook's frowned and glanced me, staring back critically.

"It's no fetish or act. It's something not normal or human at all." Frowning I glanced back at the window, only to stumble back in shock as a pale face pressed right up against the glass, teeth and eyes unnervingly bright in the pitch darkness. A floating white face smiled all teeth at us before fading back into the darkness.

"Jesus fuck," I grasped my chest where my heart thundered from the fright. Brook's nodded in understanding.

"George is an odd character, very nice but just...eerie character. Used to be upstanding and far from eerie until he murdered his wife and young children." Brooks looked to me before gesturing to the file. "All containments history is in there, and a lot of it isn't pretty."

"If I'm gonna have to deal with them, I'm gonna need some protection if they are as bad as you say." Shakily, I followed Brook's and Rory down the hall but not before glancing back at Containment 1.

Three words stained in blood were painted on the glass.

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