Back in the Purist Vampire lair…
"By now, our brethren have probably taken control of that Iron Maiden religion and used it to exert our influence inside Metropolis," said the Purist Vampire Leader. "Now, all that's left is to tie up loose ends."
The Purist Vampires bit their own fingers, using their blood to create their own weapons. They stared at Michael and Guillermo with bloodlust in their eyes. A talented boy like Michael would serve as good nourishment for their worship.
"I'll take care of this," Guillermo whispered to Michael, bringing out his own blood sword to fight against the Vampires. "You escape and warn the rest of Metropolis about their plans. We can't let them have that Iron Maiden religion."
But of course, the Purist Vampires wouldn't allow that. The only way that they could safely operate in the darkness of Metropolis was if no one knew that they were even there.