"Why the hell didn't you tell me this is what would happen?"

"Calm down. I'd tell you to breathe, but neither of us need to."

"You don't know what it is like? I was just so hungry, and-" The 'Friendly Neighborhood Dracula' exclaimed.

"There is a reason why I didn't want you to go out and hunt. There are plenty of people who would prefer to be a walking blood bag as long as you don't drink them dry. It is a very, very weird subculture but somebody got impatient." I snapped while staring at the frantic little vampire. "You had plenty to drink when you were with the others, why did you come to Detroit? And also, how?"

The vampire paused and looked back at me. I would've said he went paler, but...

"What. Did. You. Do?" I snarl as I stride towards him.

"Cruise ship. Slipped on-board and I did get thirsty, but the woman I drank was going to poison her husband on the ship and sue the company. She lasted me the trip." The vampire explained meekly.

Grabbing him by his shirt, I hoisted him up in the air with one arm showing off how little effort it takes for me to accomplish that feat.

"Name of your victim. If I find proof that you were wrong." I can feel him shudder in fear. i am very grateful vampires do not need to urinate as I am positive there would've been a puddle of liquid fear.

"Karla Gregson. Email and internet search history have the proof, she even used her husband's credit card and forged the suicide note." My handler answered immediately.

As I tried to figure out how they got the information that fast, they continued. "The Day shift handler got a parcel from one of your network contacts. The contact checked the contents of the envelope, figured that you would need this and sent it to one of your day shift handlers. They made copies for the other handlers as we didn't know when Morbius would get caught."

I lowered the vampire down gently and let go.

"It felt good, protecting an innocent person. As Vampires we don't normally get that opportunity, especially when you have us in a secure facility, and we are grateful you stepped in when you did, but it has been centuries. As an Immortal, you would understand the need to travel and speak with a non-immortal from time to time."

"My network was there to facilitate that. What is this about?" I ask, my curiosity replacing my fury.

"I got into some of those manga and comic books and were told you were starting to make moves to let the world know you exist, and I thought maybe we could too."

"Like that vampire TV show, with the synthetic blood?"

"Yeah, exactly."

"And when those religious zealots and inquisitors discover that you don't have as many weaknesses because you are all over a century old, what would they do then? When they find out that crosses don't work, same with holy ground, and thresholds were imposed by Mother, what do you think they would do...? I was planning on bringing you with me, once I had established credibility with society at large, and didn't have to fend of governments because of what my blood is capable of. Ogres, therianthropes, and all the other supernatural creatures that could fit in safely into a city I guided and protected, that was part of my plan. And you..."

The not so confident Morbius shifted his foot back during my tirade. I am one of the few beings that could easily go toe to toe with any of the surviving vampires with disturbing ease, and I was getting worked up that I missed it.

"You wanted to be a hero, well anti-hero. Protect the citizens while eliminating the threats against them, often with violent or lethal methods."

He nodded sheepishly.

"Dougal McNally. I am sorry for getting worked up. It is just there are so many things to keep track of, that I struggle with it and I don't need to sleep and use that time to catch up on everything else. There are so many..."

I sigh deeply. "You only wanted to help, and I assume my handlers are guiding you to targets?"

Dougal nodded sheepishly.

"Fine, we can find you a base of operations in Detroit and the handlers will feed you intel. As long as it is just-"

"One of the lycan therians are here too." Dougal whimpered. "Last year, three of his tribe were killed and skinned. He tracked the thing to Detroit."

"Thing? What thing?" I ask softly.

"Yautja."