Vivian reestablished her mental connection with all her bats. Most of them were successfully sent to their destinations, but only a small number found the people they were looking for. Most of the recluses she had not contacted for decades or even centuries would not stay in one place for long. Vivian had been cut off from them for too long, and gathering all her old friends again would probably not be easy. In the past, Vivian would not have cared. After all, during the last few thousand years, she had rarely taken the initiative to contact other supernaturals. Most of the acquaintances she knew had simply been people she happened to meet; whoever she ran into was whoever she ran into. But now she had a headache over it. As an ancient Vampire, she felt that she probably knew less about supernatural society than some Demon Hunters did, and that made her feel rather useless.
Still, she had managed to contact several old acquaintances and obtained a great deal of useful information. The news that the Countess who summons the Red Moon had suddenly reappeared and taken the initiative to contact the ancients would probably spread quickly through supernatural society as well. Vivian knew very well how much unnecessary speculation her actions would cause, but she had no choice. "The First Vampire" was simply too grand a title. No matter how much she herself avoided worldly affairs, that title would make those who did not know the truth imagine all sorts of things. If idle busybodies wanted to make some big news... they could do as they pleased.
Right now, she only cared whether the vegetable soup on the stove was done and whether she had made the hungry ghosts around the dining table wait too long. She felt