nextgen_baddie:

Dracula had spent quite some time in the Windy City, longer than he had originally planned. Sure he had plans elsewhere in the world, but for now Chicago had his attention. If he was going to stay longer, he would need information. He did not like being in one place where he didn't know as much as he could. It had taken some time to set up a network. Minions had to be created and sent out. Then information had to be gathered and processed.

Dracula did not like that there were other vampires in the city. Old ones, older than he was, and ones he couldn't control. It was unsettling, but he knew they would leave him be. He was Lord of the Vampires and they would not challenge him. He in turn would not bother them.

Another interesting thing he learned was that there were werewolves in the city. Not just any werewolves. Members of the accursed Russoff line. Two of them were here in Chicago. This caused him some concern. Dracula wasn't one to let old offenses go unpunished. He remembered quite clearly the Russoff who had dared to rescue a woman slated to be one of Dracula's brides.

Thing were going to have to be done. Dracula could see the benefits of having werewolves in his service.

not_adorable:

After the whole mess in Symkaria, Angelo was all too happy to be home, and have everyone else there. After the most pressing reports had been filed and Magneto had reassured Paris (repeatedly) that he would be fine, they went home.

Angelo had ushered everyone into the living room and all but demanded they sit down. He busied himself in the kitchen fixing a modest dinner of pasta and salads, returning with juice for his parents and coffee for Gio while the noodles cooked.

After he set the tray down, he just looked at his parents, finally letting out a breath he felt like he'd been holding in for over a day. He dropped pretense for the moment and simply hugged each of them, followed by doing the same for Gio with considerably less neediness.