King Jazz walked through the great halls of Simic Palace, followed by ten guards, Yorek Stork, his minister of foreign affairs and Nick Hill, minister of warfare. He was tired and he was getting too old, he could not make a good enough distinction between friend and foe anymore and therefor his cabinet was filled with slimey lowlifes.
Dozens of reporters and cameramen were waiting in the conference room for the king to arrive and answer the questions they had to ask.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the king." One of the royal guards shouted trough the room as king Jazz walked in.
Everyone in the room stood up, as Jazz Jackrabbit made his way over the red carpet and sat down in front of them, behind a large oak table, covered by a white cloth and three microphones, one for him, and one for Yorek Stork to his left, and Nick Hill to his right.
"Please, be seated." King Jazz said as he sank back into his chair. His back hurt, he wanted to get this over with. "You there, the young man with the glasses. First question."
The small turtle got up; he stared at the king behind his big glasses with sharp eyes. "Gene Berry, Turtle Gazet, are there any plans to send Carrotian forces to Diamondus, sir?"
"We have no intentions of becoming involved in the war mister Berry. You there, next question." The reporters shook their heads, Diamonus was a dying planet.
"Nadine Harefeathers, The daily carrot, are there any plans on giving refugee to the citizens of Diamondus, sir?" The king took a small sip of water, most of it ran down his thick white beard. "We have offered the citizens of cities in the north refugee on Medieval, our first moon. Refugee camps will be set up there; we will also set up a camp in and around the Peddleburg woods, a refugee camp to the north of New Carrotus and to the north of Oakloma. You there..."

Louie took two golden coins out of his bag and gave them to their kind host. "This should take care of the costs." The innkeepers’ mouth fell open, he was stunned. A man who paid for a few drinks and a couple of nights of room with a couple of golden coin was surely a unique sight. He then walked over to Majo. "We have to leave; I need a proper meal before I go to sleep."
“Thank you for everything, kind sir.” The innkeeper shook his head and gave Marjorie three kisses on her cheek and shook the vampires hand firmly. “Good luck on your travels.”
Louie took Majo’s hand in his; he would have to take good care of her to prevent her from further harm. Together they walked out into the cold evening.

"Where should we go?" Majo asked Louie.
The vampire was unsure, people should have gotten suspicious over the disappearance of Theodore, but none of them could have any idea of the man who was responsible for this horrible act.
It was a judgment call, but he gave in to the better voice in his head.
"We have to return to Greenthorpe, the mansion is big enough to hold at least a hundred refugees." Louie said. "That is very noble of you Louie, but don't the people over there know you? From what I’ve heard of those children, the people in Greenthorpe are very suspicious.”
Louie reached for his pocket and retrieved the bag full of coin he had used to pay the innkeeper.
"Here, you take this, when we reach Greenthorpe, I want you to go to the city council and see what you can do about reacquiring my mansion.” He looked at the bag of money again; this was most likely the only way to get his mansion back. Dead people do not inherit what used to belong to them when they were alive. “This should be more than enough." He said confident. "Let's rest here, you must be tired, it has been a long day. Majo lay down next to the river; Louie took off his coat and neatly folded it up before placing it under her head. "There you go, sleep well."
She kissed the cold flesh of his cheek. "You too." She said.

Majo soon fell asleep, the stars filled up the sky and they looked like small white pinpricks in the big blanket that covered the planet.
Louie made sure she slept, he was in need of blood, but he could not leave her here, something might happen. He felt a need to protect her, so he decided to eat some of the smaller creatures he could find around here. A bird chirped on a branch behind him, he pretended not to pay attention to the bird, but in a flash he turned around and jumped for the branch, wrapping his index finger and thumbs around its little neck, snapping it in a quick movement, he gulped down its life juices. They would be enough to fight off the hunger for another few hours. He stared around, ever so patiently as he stood in the field, just looking for twenty minutes until he discovered his prey. The ultimate prey, a true feast for a vampire.
A wild boar, slowly moved his fat legs trough the muddy forest trail, carefully Louie waited behind a bush until it came close enough. "Just a few more steps, come on." He jumped on the back of the boar that started squealing loudly. "Shut up you dumb thing." The boar pushed the vampire off of its back and wanted to run away. The vampire was too fast however and grabbed the beast by its leg.
The board didn’t give up easily and tried to pin the vampire down with its tusk.
A small fight later the boar gave up and Louie buried his fangs in the thick hide around its neck.
After he was satisfied he walked back to Majo, picking small bits of hair from his teeth and fell asleep next to her.

Majo woke up the next morning, the rays of sunlight falling on her face, Louie was still sleeping, she looked at him, he had changed a great deal.
His flesh felt warmer, his fur was soft, it was so nice to touch. She couldn’t help herself and let her hand slide over his strong chest, she gave him a soft kiss in the neck. Majo knew she should not be doing this, but he was irresistible as he lay there, she didn't know why, but he seemed more attractive than ever before. This was the gift of the blood that was hard to explain to anyone, vampire or not. Majo walked over to the creek and took off her clothes, a long flowery dress that covered up her attractive figure. She stepped into the cold water of the creek. The feeling of the water flowing over her naked body felt lovely and she closed her eyes as she submerged herself.
"We should leave in a moment, we have a great deal to take care of and I need a newspaper." Louie said.
"What the...” Majo crossed her arms to cover up her chest. "Couldn't you at least have given me a warning?”
"Your reaction would have been the same wouldn't it?" He said "But I’ll avert my eyes now." He turned around giving her a chance to get dressed. She was an attractive young lady and if he weren’t a vampire he’d be rather out of breath.
Marjorie got out of the water and shook the droplets of water out of her fur, before getting back into her clothes.

They arrived in Greenthorpe a few hours later, Louie bought a newspaper at the stand, he fit in better now, without the scars and the paleness. They bought a pair of sunglasses and a felt hat, it looked rather silly but it got the job done. According to ‘The Greenthorpe trumpet’, the war had was now full scale, fights were going on in and around Depada, the first large transportation ships had been send to Diamondus to pick up the refugees, but the news of the war did not shock Louie as much as the other news he read. They were going to tear down his mansion to make room for a factory.
He let the newspaper fall from his hands and sat down against a tree. Marjorie picked it up and read the article. "They can't do this." She said shocked. "That isn't fair, what about the refugees, those poor people. And you, it's the place you grew up in, you've spend your life there."
Louie had mixed feelings about this, it was his house, and he had spend ages in there, that is why he hated it, and he wanted it to be pulled down, but on the other hand, there were people who needed it at the moment. The second reason was more important to him, the refugees needed all the room they could get. There was one name that came into mind, the name of the man that always listened to what the people had to say, he came across it in the various newspapers he had stolen from peoples lawns over the recent years, during his nightly hunts for vermin.
“Let’s pay mister Bradhurst a visit.”