The Master of the Dream World

He made his way through the woods and to the glen where the mystic pool was located. He had been there many times, always for the benefit of others. Now he needed to use its visions for his own purposes. The white haired gentleman, elegant in his white linen suit knelt upon the rock that jutted out and over the water, mist curling upward as if to hide its secrets. He stretched his hand out to touch the water, stirring it into bubbling, boiling action. It took only a moment for the mist to part and the images to form. The scene played out before him, causing him to knit his dark brows in a frown. The truth was now known to him. He had suspected such, but now that he knew for certain who he had let slip throiugh his fingers, he had to form a plan to get them back. At any cost. And the vampire would be the key.