Guardian of Transylvania Monthly Report
A month has passed since Dr. Moreau's servant hand-delivered a letter to the Brides of Dracula, expressing interest in an alliance.
A week later, we spotted a raven leaving Castle Frankenstein with a letter in its beak.
About two weeks later, we spotted a masked man (unsure if it was the same person who delivered the letter) approaching the front steps of Castle Frankenstein with a package. Clearly the offer is at least being entertained.
It's funny what desperate times make you do. I can imagine how disgusted the Brides must be at entertaining the thought of allying with a "pathetic little mortal" like Moreau.
I was able to again overhear a conversation between the masked man and Moreau through a two-way radio.
"Did you deliver the sample?"
"Indeed, Doctor. I left it on the front doorstep, knocked, and immediately vacated the area, just as you commanded."
"Well done, my friend."
"Doctor, again, I know it may not be my place, but, you asked me to label that blood sample as your latest invention, your 'Golden Blood', capable of restoring life. but, Doctor, that was no golden blood, it was just regular human blood"
I heard Moreau chuckle
"Oh no, it's anything but regular blood. Trust me. I don't know if the raven-hair or the blonde will notice it. But, oh, I am counting on the redhead to recognize it. I want them unraveled, I want them nervous. I want them to feel what I and so many other Transylvanians have felt for 400 years."
"Is it the kid's blood, doctor?"
"Indeed it is. Now, get back to the Island as soon as possible. We have a new test subject just captured from the Welsh Valleys".
"Doctor, I fear again this may be prying too far, but, this kid, who is he?"
Moreau paused for a minute, then responded
"If you must know, His name is Lucien. Lucien Valerious...."









