[The smell was horrendous, and the smoke coming from Dracula's burning body was of an unnatural color.

Again, he wondered - with the powers and banes that Dracula had that he didn't, if his Sire had made a contract in the past. He'll figure it out later, once he figures out what to do next.

Normally he'd noticed, someone approaching, but his thoughts were such a mess that he nearly jumped out of his skin as Moriarty spoke, springing up to his feet and pivoting to turn in one motion, like a spooked cat]

Pro-Professor?!