Vitus used all the help he could, the kids knew all these modern social networking devices that he had hardly even considered the existence of. It had been a long time since he'd gathered a group of his own, he had always been content to just see who he saw, as he drifted through the ages. Other vampires were notoriously hard to track down, ignore them for a few years and they were on another continent. Even with the kids' help, the best he could muster were a few stalwart locals-- Gracie, Farley, and the ghouls.
       He waited on the top floor of the Marigold building, where he'd once received an "OPEN HOUSE" flyer that still seemed to be valid. Thanks to the sluggish economy, the office building was almost entirely empty. Vitus paced the floor of the empty office space, under buzzing fluorescent lights. Gracie and Farley came in through the window, but the poor ghouls, not having that particular kind of supernatural convenience, had to trudge up sixty flights of stairs. He felt a bit guilty as he watched them come in huffing and flushed. He couldn't even remember what it was like to feel exhausted.

       "Uh.. Gracie? Farley? You have something to say?"
       "Eh... Nooo...." Gracie rolled her big eyes around and and laced her fingers coyly. "Nothin' to say."
Vitus looked sadly at the floor for a moment. "Please..."
       "Listen," Farley said matter-of-factly, "We got some things we can't say, but nothin's t'stop you from figuring something out on yer own. Say, if you were to find somethin' out, not because of us of course, well... what could we do? Nothin' stoppin' ya champ."
       "...Seriously?"
       "Deadly. Uh. You catch my drift."