Vivian had reconnected with all her summoned bats. While most of them arrived at their respective destinations, only a few managed to find their targets. These old friends, whom Vivian had no contact with since a hundred years ago would not have stayed in one place for too long. Finding these hermits was not going to be easy. In the past, Vivian would not have cared; for the last thousand years, she seldom made an effort to contact the other-kind; those she met, she met by chance. But now, she had a headache: as an ancient vampire, she understood no more about the other-kind than the demon hunters, and that made her feel useless.