@counthakan location: his bitch ass castle
Unwelcome, in almost every corner of the city, Caius lived among them as a pariah. Neither vampire nor human - he existed somewhere between, a ghoul, shunned by a world that had no place for him. And yet - there were still some, harkened by previous friendships that he believed he could call upon. The castle was nothing short of a spectacle - and everything he should have expected from Hakan after all these years. Yet, while he couldn't darken his doorstep, he could seek out the trinkets of blood that were held within. The crack of his neck was ungodly as his mind sought out the crimson liquor; a sight to behold for all those within the walls, as every droplet of blood within conformed to his will, finding its way to him through every nook and crack in the facade of the old building, until it all pooled, a congealed ball of blood, hovering in the palm of his hand, "Hello old friend," he muttered, as the overzealous doors of the castle swung open.