What We Do In the Shadows: "Jen..."

What We Do In The Shadows: "Jen..." Part LXXXVI...

What We Do In The Shadows: "Jen..."

Summary: There are unexpected consequences when Laszlo seeks a new human familiar...

Part LXXXVI...

"Hey." Curt nod to camera. "I want you fellas to know I'm only allowing this at the request of our sainted leader's best friend and his daughter. And only I am to be photographed here...At our new secret..."sigh as he realizes camera has caught the address.

"Our temporary new location..."

Stare as director notes their past encounters with the Hunter team, questioning the need for secrecy...

"Fine, right...But then we were just trying to test Guillermo and keep him at ease. Everyone photographed then was a volunteer...And a crack member of my team."

Sound of crossbow firing and striking wall next to the surprisingly lively figure of the presumed dead Derek. He letting out squeal of fright, jumping aside.

"Oh, shit...Sorry." Squeaky voice. Shanice, the former roommate of the late and Undead Jenna, dropping crossbow.

"Ok, and a few somewhat expendable trainees..." Claude sighs. "However it's non-negotiable that Derek's survival remains a secret."

Derek waving cheerily at camera.

"Jesus, c'mon, man...I'll need that shot erased." Claude, shaking head.

"No, of course Derek's not important...No, I don't mean that, Der..." As Derek looks over, a bit nonplused...

"We have our reasons, ok? Just lets be cool here." Claude tells camera. "Ok? We're good? Great."

He settles into chair...Interestingly a swivel not unlike Simon's...

"So, you want to know why we are taking an interest in the Cravensworth-Relentless community? And why our greatest ally, the one and only Dracula...Say his name with respect for the man who won his soul back, y'all..." firm nod.

"Dracula!" Several team members, plus Tonya, the blonde young team member who'd encountered Guillermo and joined in his test assault, cheering...Shanice, a bit uncertain...Still not quite yet used to the notion of the famed Dracula as a hero...And Derek, somewhat miffed, though at Claude's previous urging to conceal his past as William the Bloody, killer vampire/William Soames Walthrop, husband to the Slayer, trying not to show his slight annoyance.

Not the only vamp hero, you know, people...Nor the only vamp who won soul back.

"Well, details you can't have right now, but lets just say...These vamps are special. They have a chance, a shot, to do what needs to be done...And most important..." Claude, sternly. "They've won that shot themselves, if they can seize it, with our help. We're not here to kill them, whatever they think...This is a rescue effort."

"I think you'll find us a bit more capable then we seemed the other night...That was to force Guillermo to use his instinctive skills..." nod.

"Well, ok..." shrug... "We were a bit surprised by that group. Word on the street was they were mostly just human familiars of the twin girls. Guess they must've got lonely and turned em."

"But De la Cruz stepped up and proved himself a true Van Helsing." Firm nod.

You might mention I wasn't quite the total nerf herder, Angel...Derek, remembering his unseen part of the evening...

Cut to shot of Derek stumbling into a trio of vamps dressed as a pleasant if rather Bradyish family...Attractive thirtiesish mom type in rather 80s pants suit, teenaged reasonably handsome son in 70s bell bottoms, Michael Grosish slightly greying late fortiesish, father type. All smiling pleasantly before showing fangs...