I am so alone.
Master, the moon has risen.
Perhaps we could try to get you outdoors.
I took the liberty of loosing an Albanian boy in the garden.
No. No, thank you, Butterfield.
Are you certain? He's quite small. And frightened.
Yes, I am certain! Shut the curtains!
Be gone from my sight, Butterfield.
Master, the servants are concerned.
You spend your time stumbling about
in a liquor-drenched oblivion.
You haven't killed so much as a peasant in months.
What has become of the mighty Dracula?
I don't require help from you or from anyone.
Butterfield.
Yes, Master?
On second thought, fetch me my razor.
Okay.
Yes, manservant, what is it?
We need your help.
Do you now? Well, unfortunately, this is not a good time.
Butterfield has just loosed an Albanian boy in the hedge maze.
If I'm not quick to slaughter him, his blood
will become alkaline from the terror.
Perhaps you could come back later.
No, we need to talk to you now.
I'm sorry, I don't know what to tell you.
I beg you. It's important.
Very well. Come inside, manservant.
Your Moor can wait in the stables.
What? No, no. She's not my Moor.
This is Renee. She's with me.
Magnificent. Alert the kitchen.
If I know my manservant, he could use a plate of hot mealworms
before he changes into his manservant bloomers.
Okay, maybe you should wait outside, actually.
Absolutely not.
For the record, I've never worn manservant bloomers.
Hey, you could go look for that Albanian boy.
Xander, knock it off.
I'm not leaving you alone with this guy.
ANDREW:... and his very gaze holds the power to make you his slave.
For he is the Lord of Darkness.
Yeah, okay, we know who Dracula is.
Oh, you think you know who Dracula is,
but I suspect your knowledge comes strictly from what you've seen
in the motion pictures, little one.
You're the one wearing
the replica George Hamilton outfit from Love at First Bite.
Okay. A, big extra credit for noticing,
and B, it's not a replica, it's his.
I bought it at an auction and I have the COA to prove it.
So is Xander still, like, under Dracula's spell?
Hard to say.
I mean, certainly, Dracula's gaze has some long-term effects,
but we suspect that in Xander's case,
they've also become fast friends.
I really don't need to see the COA.
Well, they first hit it off when Dracula came to Sunnydale.
Then, they stayed in touch.
Then, Xander went and lived with Dracula for a few months.
What the hell are you talking about?
Xander took a leave of absence and went to Transylvania.
He needed some guy time.
And, what, Buffy just allowed him to go hang out with Dracula?
Dracula's fond of Xander.
Xander taught him to ride a motorbike.
In fact, I should write "motorbiking" up here under powers.
This is seriously his worst lecture
since his one on that weapon from Krull.
Hey, I heard that,
and it's called The Glave, thank you very much.
We got a hit.
Vampire sect in Tokyo's been making waves in the demon underground.
Their leader's name is Toru.
He matches the description of the guy you tangled with in the armory.
We didn't tangle. He ran away before we could tangle.
He's an untangler.
My point, ma'am, is that he sounds like our guy.
Who found him?
Aiko. One of ours. Assigned to field ops in Japan.
I want to talk to her.
Figured as much.
Aiko?
Wow. It's really you.
Yep. It's really me. How did you get the intel?
You know, I asked around.
Are those Kabuki demons?
They were Kabuki demons.
Those things are vicious.
You got a location on these vamps?
Yep.
Good. Keep surveillance, but do not approach.
Got it.
I'm serious, Aiko.
You wait for us. We'll be in touch.
Satsu? Yes?
Prep the others. I want our team suited up
and ready for transpo in less than an hour.
How many girls you want to bring?
All of them.
You sure that's a good idea?
We should probably leave behind a squad as a safeguard.
This isn't up for discussion, Satsu.
I gave you an order. Get moving.
Yes, ma'am.
Have we heard from Xander?
I've been trying him.
He's not responding.
You think he's in trouble?
Well,
I suppose that depends on your definition of "trouble."
This tea is delicious, Master.
Thank you, manservant.
Butterfield prepared it himself.
He's proving to be an excellent manservant.
The best I've ever had.
Great.
I mean, that's good.
I'm glad to hear you're doing well.
- You've lost weight. - Can you tell?
Yes, it suits you.
Thanks. You look good, too.
You're just saying that because I complimented you.
No, I'm not! You're more handsome than ever.
- Do you really think so? - Yes!
Oh, for the love of God.
Will you two knock it off? We have business to discuss.
Tell your Moor to watch her tone, manservant.
Watch your tone, Moor.
Oh, really?
I mean, hey!
She's not a Moor. Also, she has a lovely tone.
We think someone stole your powers.
What are you talking about?
Some vamps attacked us.
They had your ability to shape-shift.
Wolves, panthers, fog, the whole bit.
Impossible.
No, Master.
They had your powers, I swear. They must've ripped you off.
That's preposterous.
Or maybe you sold your powers to the highest bidder.
Manservant, your Moor is one snide comment
away from a swarm of bees.
Okay, okay. Calm down.
We're not accusing you of selling out, Master,
but these vamps, something must have happened.
These powers you speak of,
they're part of the ancient magics.
I risked my very soul to attain them.
The very idea that some two-bit, run-of-the-mill vampires
could just come along and take them from the Lord of Darkness...
Oh, balls!
These vampires you speak of,
they wouldn't happen to be Orientals, would they?
Kumiko wants the kill.
She can't have it.
That's gonna make her angry.
I'm not particularly concerned
with Kumiko's state of mind, Raidon.
I need her focused on the spell.
She'll have plenty of opportunities to slaughter things soon enough.
I understand. But perhaps you should tell her that.
Kumiko can have the body when I'm done with it.
Where's the Slayer?
Hmm...
One block back, south side of the street.
She's keeping a close eye on us.
Well, then. Let's give her something to see.
Filthy, yellow swine!
They think they can steal from Dracula? I'll bathe in their blood.
Master, wait, back up. What happened?
To be honest, the details are a bit fuzzy.
But I was at a Tibetan speakeasy, and I seem to recall
copious amounts of rubbing alcohol, a heated game of Pai Gow,
and the pink slip to a Kawasaki Z1 000.
Hang on. You sold your secrets for a motorcycle?
No. I lost my secrets gambling for a motorcycle.
Those filthy, yellow swine!
You know, I really don't remember you being this racist.
You've located these vampires? They're in Tokyo?
Yeah. So does that mean you're coming with us?
I don't owe you anything,
I'm not interested in your cause,
and the next time your Moor smarts off at me, I will slit her throat.
I loathe Buffy Summers, her whole army makes me want to retch,
and I'd just as soon see them wiped off the map once and for all.
However,
nobody steals from Dracula.
Here's the thing,
she's alone, she's vulnerable,
and she has the weight of the world on her slender shoulders.
If that's not a recipe for an ill-conceived one-night stand...
You think I took advantage of her?
No.
I definitely think there was some two-way advantage going on there.
But you need to remember, she's not like us.
She's the general, we're the army.
Also, she's not, you know...
A dyke?
I just don't want you to get your hopes up. That's all.
- I hear you. - Good.
Now, what's she like in the sack?
What?
I'm not telling you anything!
Did she make that high-pitched squeal?
I call it her "shoe-sale noise."
I've got visual confirmation on Toru.
We're touching down at around 0500.
Think you can stay on them until then?
Shoot. I just broke your jaw, didn't I? That's unfortunate.
I was hoping you could tell me what it feels like to be a regular girl again.
Must be terrifying.
Raidon, I'd call that a successful beta test.
Indeed.
I think it's time we take this technology global.
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