It was a magnificent sitting room. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to recreate high ceilings and a huge fire place. Whoever had owned it was probably now a conscript in Dracula's army, asleep, wherever the Count had them hidden. Finding them and their brethren would be a job for after Dracula had been dealt with.

There were large, electric chandeliers hanging down from several places in the room, but inside, away from the wind, they were not lit. There was one solitary lamp switched on in the corner and, as they walked in, Dracula flicked his hand and large, robust candles on various surfaces all lit at the same time, more theatrics.

While Dracula was distracted, Reggie slipped the tiny homing device from her lapel onto the unlit lamp next to the door.

"Drink?" Dracula offered, eyes zeroing in on her just as she flicked it on.

"Thank you," she replied, running her fingers over the carving of a wolf on the lamp, as if that was what she had been interested in all along.

It seemed to do the trick. Dracula walked over to a sideboard and pulled three glasses from a silver tray. Two he filled from a decanter full of red liquid, the other from a decanter of something that looked like white wine. He handed the white to Magda and one of the reds to Reggie.

Lifting it to her nose she inhaled. There were rich notes of fruit and a tang of acid, but under it all there was the unmistakable metallic ring of blood.

"I've become very much interested in our local wines," Dracula said, walking back to the sideboard for the other glass, "but my palate demands a little spice."

When he turned back, smiling in an all too knowing way, Reggie saluted him with her glass and took a sip. With her vampire nature so over stimulated already, she didn't even have to fake the hum of appreciation as the flavour burst over her tongue and slid down her throat. Dracula's power thrumming through her being made her far more predator than human at the moment.

"I see the appeal," she said, giving him a smile of her own.

Dracula gave her his own toast and took a mouthful from his own glass. As he swallowed his eyes glowed red and his features lost their human roundness, but it was all over so quickly it could have been a trick of the light, if she had not known better.

"So, Regina," Dracula said after a moment, "what brings you to me that I should not simply kill you and send you back to Mina in pieces?"

Reggie looked at him over her wine glass.

"If you were going to do that, you could have done it at the pass," she replied. "You must have seen the resemblance as soon as you saw me."

"Oh I did," he replied, "but I was interested. That does not mean I will not change my mind."

"And miss out on completing your final revenge against Jonathan Harker?" she countered.

She saw his eyebrow twitch in interest at that, but he covered it well.

"Would your death not be revenge enough?"

"You never wanted to kill Mina," Reggie pointed out, "you wanted her to be like you."

"You are not Mina."

"But I am her great great granddaughter, and I am a living symbol of how you failed."

Dracula moved even faster than Reggie could follow. In a heartbeat he was right there in front of her and she almost dropped her glass. Only the fact he caught her hand stopped the crystal falling to the rug. She trembled as his power touched her so closely again.

"Be careful," he hissed.

His eyes were black, bottomless pools where rage burned. The human veneer barely hid the demonic lurking underneath now.

"This is why you won't destroy me," Regina whispered, forcing her tongue to work even as her heart beat wildly, "you are still angry."

For seconds that seemed like eons, Dracula did not move a single muscle.

"What do you offer, little girl?"

"I offer myself."

Dracula said nothing.

"I want the gift you offered Mina," Reggie added. "I want this human taint gone, this limiting thing ripped away. I want to be yours."

Dracula was still silent, but this time Reggie held her tongue.

"Why?" was the simple question.

She looked deep into those dark, rage filled eyes.

"Because my blood burns for it."