Vampires in Muggle film and television not only feared sunlight, but also utterly detested the smell of garlic.
However, the ones that truly existed in the Wizarding World feared neither of those things. They could not even turn others of their kind through blood.
Compared to werewolves, they were an independent race. It was simply that they needed blood as a medium whenever they used magic.
Viktor D. Brad, a vampire who had lived for more than a hundred years, had arrived before the Wayne family even got off the plane.
"Mr. Wayne, he'll know who I am."
Viktor controlled the three chains as they returned.
The long nails were not stained with blood, and his skin no longer looked as pale as before.
Eric lowered his pistol as the unsettling shrieks rang out again.
"They're annoying, aren't they?" Viktor leaned close and whispered into his ear. "Tell Vincent to follow the mark of the holy relic."
The three long nails shot out and swiftly returned, still unstained by blood.
Eric clearly noticed that Viktor looked much better.
If he had seemed like a moving corpse earlier, then now he looked like a living person.
"Why are you helping us?"
"Helping you is helping us."
"Us?"
"Your son will know."
Viktor dealt with the last two Harpies and looked toward the still-shaken children.
His gaze finally settled on Rinne's face.
"Young lady, we will meet again."
He walked forward several steps, and the long nails automatically carved a strange character into the deck.
Both Eric and Evelyn found the character very familiar.
"Please give Mrs. Wayne my regards." Viktor gave Eric a very gentlemanly bow.
After a cloud of black smoke, he burrowed into the deck before everyone's eyes and slowly vanished along with the character.
Inside the cabin, Evelyn