Living in a dead Vampire's house isn't so bad, as it turned out. Arnborg sure could imagine worse places to sleep.... or faces to wake up next to.

Ever since he solved the Erhler case, Arnborg has been living with Luisa in what used to be Frederick Erhler's tower-like penthouse in Frederickston Downtown.

On orders of the European Council of Vampires, he serves as a Governor for them in Frederickston, the city still unclaimed by the American Council of Vampires. But as the threat of Frederick Erhler was gone, someone must have taken his place. So, as he was already there, Arnborg has been ordered to take care of the city, as to not let it fall under influence of the American Council.

But what the Council considers a dutiful position, Arnborg considers a promotion.

Rather than attend administrative business, like sending newly created Vampires synthetic blood or giving them training, the hedonistic Swede and his lover enjoy life to the fullest, as he teaches her how to live as a Vampire without disturbing the social peace with Humans too much.

 

But tonight is not such a night. Celine is not home, and so Arnborg has time for his other great passion... Art!

 

 

Ugh... if thats what passes for "Art" in this city, I think I can understand the Erhlers now... maybe Humans *do* deserve subjugation, if only to teach them some proper taste!

 

 

Never thought I would leave an art gallery before midn...- Wait... is that...? No, it can't be!

 

 

It *is* her! What would a famous artist like Julia Hawthorne do in such an exposition full of.... amateurs?!

Well, either way, she single-handedly made my time here worth already... I should talk to her. After all, you don't meet your idols every day, do you?

 

 

Arnborg: "Excuse me, I... I'm sorry, have I seen you before? You look very familiar..."

Keep it smooth, you stuttering schoolboy...

 

 

Julia: *chuckles* "Well, usually I would say no, but after all, you are visiting an art gallery... My name is Julia Hawthorne. You might have seen some paintings of mine, if that's what interests you..."

Arnborg: "Oh, in fact I do. What paintings did you make, Miss Hawthorne?"

Julia: "Well, you're standing right next to one of them."

Arnborg: "Really?! A painting of your talent, at a place like this?"

Julia: "Ahh, so you did hear about me, did you? It sounds like you might even be kind of a fan, aren't you?"

Damn it. Well, better than excitedly jumping like a Fanboy, I guess.

Arnborg: "Indeed, I can't deny that I have... admired some of your works... and some.... other beautiful things about you..."

 

 

Julia: "Oh? Is that so? Well, I guess this exposition hasn't been a waste of time after all..."

Arnborg: "Good to hear you're a woman of class... I wasn't sure if it would have insulted you, but between us, I also find most of the art here to be pretty lame and uninteresting.... Except, you know..."

 

 

Julia: "If there's something specific that interests you I could... show it to you more closely... maybe we can exchange.... interpretations."

This is getting much more interesting than I thought. You don't get to bang your idols' brains out in a public restroom every day, do you?

Arnborg: "I would be more than happy to do so, Miss Hawthorne..."

Julia: "Please... Call me Julia..."
 

 

Celine will understand. Its not like she's out there selling cookies for the girl scouts, she *will* be a Succubus after all...

 

 

Julia: "You know, as shabby as this gallery might be for my taste, I'm not exactly comfortable with the idea of getting caught on a public restroom... Perhaps we could retreat to your place instead?"

Arnborg: "I don't think I will refuse the request of a Lady that jerks me off right now..."

 

And so, about half an hour later, back in what used to be the Erhler Penthouse...

 

 

Lights off. Seems like Celine isn't here yet.

Arnborg: "Go make yourself comfortable... I'll get ready."

 

Arnborg can't hear any footsteps following him into the bathroom...

 

Arnborg: "Man, it's been a while.... Can't believe I'm gonna fuck my artistic idol..."

Julia: "Don't worry. You don't really have to."

Arnborg: "Wait, wha-...?"

 

 

Arnborg: "Not.... again....."

 

After an unknown, but surely long amount of time, Arnborg wakes up in a room that seems somewhat familiar to him....

 

 

Ugh.... what the.... Where the fuck am I? This....

 

 

These sofas.... these bookshelves... Am I.... Oh no....

 

 

Arnborg: "No, no, no, no, no! This can't be real! This is a dream, a nightmare!"

Celine: "Wha....? Arnie?"

 

 

Arnborg: "Celine?! Oh no, what are *you* doing here?!?"

Celine: "I don't remember... there... was this dude.... bulky with black hair... think his name was Nick?"

Arnborg: "Oh no, that sounds bad. Really bad. Listen, I know this place, we need to get out of here as fast as possible! Do you have anything sharp with you to cut the ropes?"

 

 

Julia: "None of that will be necessary... as long as you cooperate, Mr. Rehnskiöld..."

Arnborg: "You! You are a Vampire, aren't you?"

Julia: "Took you long enough! Geez, I know the European Council is sloppy, but I expected taking over the city to be much harder, even if its you!"

 

 

Arnborg: "And this guy? Kidnapped Celine? Who's that lackey, your lover?"

Nicholas: "Actually, I am her brother."

Arnborg: "What's the meaning of all this? Taking over the City by just kidnapping two Vampires?"

Julia: "Partially. But just keeping the only European Vampire Agent in America locked up? No, not my style. But you *will* cooperate. Wanna know why?"

Arnborg: "I am certain you will tell me."

 

 

Julia: "So, you seem to recognize this place, do you?"

Celine: "Hey! What's going on there?! Get your filthy hands off him, you bitch!"

Arnborg: "How could I ever forget this place? Its Luisa Erhler's mansion... Hideout of the late Maximilian Erhler, Murderer, Rapist and wannabe Tyrant!"

Julia: "Good. Good enough at least. But some part is missing. Tell me, what else did Maximilian Erhler do? On that one fateful night long ago?"

Celine: "What is this whore talking about?!"

Arnborg: "I don't have any idea what you want from me, Lady, nor why such a horrible event would be of any interest to you!"

Nicholas: "Stop trying, whelp. We have seen the reports. The uncensored ones. Your Council is not as secretive as you would like it to be."

Julia: "To refresh your mind: On that night, Maximilan Erhler impregnated a mortal woman.... Gina Kyron. He and his sister both died with the sunrise, and you erased the Mortal woman's memory of it. All in all very fine work of a Vampire Agent... All witnesses were removed one way or another.... except... one."

 

Arnborg bites his tongue. There is no way out. This is his last line of defense.

 

Arnborg: "Damn right, I am a *fucking phenomenal* Vampire Agent, which is why I *did* make sure no one would remember a Vampire Tyrant going around and preying on Mortal Women! And if you untie me, I can show both of you singlehandedly just *how* good of a Vampire I am, you pretentious Wannabe-Aristocrats!"

Julia: "The Child. Where is the Child, Rehnskiöld?"