Let's pick up where we left off...

[Benito Senfetti]

It seemed like an eternity when he was in the air, the words from the darkness running through his mind like a record skipping in a dark room. You would think that someone would be perturbed by the repeating of a message in his mind but his eyes also showed his arrogance and the smile on his face mirrored that same feeling. There was change going on amongst his empire and he had no intention of letting that go. The werewolves had become unruly and his profits had dropped over twenty percent. Beneath his planning, his arrogance, there was a rage the likes the world his presided over had never seen and would never forget when he had returned. He had set out to make a world that was fit for his kind, free from the tyranny of the human race. They had always went back and forth but there was to be an end of this series and the only way was to give one of their enemies what they wanted and it certainly wasn't going to be the fuckin' cattle.

Finally, the wheels touched down on the tarmac on his private airstrip in Rome. He stood up from his seat and moved to the unfolding door/stairs and as he walked down the stairs with his arm in a fake sleeve to show off for the flashes of cameras and shouts in Italian from the reporters. He came down onto the hard surface and gave a wave with his good hand to all those looking for his likeness. Dressed in that tailored three piece suit and made up to look beat up, it was the perfect disguise for the masses in the public eye.

After awhile of waiting amongst the cattle, taking pictures and giving a few brief statements, he was carted into the back of a Roll Royce Phantom and was carted off towards his home on the outskirts of Rome. His associates had used the local police to block all those looking to get a glance of him at the mansion from getting anywhere near his residence. While in the back of one of his cars, he rubbed the make-up away from his face and took his arm out of the sling waiting to arrive in that familiar circled driveway and the home where his clan had made roost for many hundreds of years. He finally made his stop, away from the turmoil and the constant talking from those whom had no idea of what was really going on. And now that he had arrived at his home, where he had bred his legendary skills of manipulation, it was time to bring a new wave of change over the face of all of Earth.

"I want every worthless immortal on the floor of this damn entry way, right now!!" His voice growled through the thick Italian accent and like moths to the flame every member of his staff and clan assembled before him in flashes, making lines of perfect precision, dead eyes all looking to him in hope and happiness. They all knew that their master would be angry and that he would reprimand them but even beyond the rage they knew they were about to receive they still saw that bit of hope in something that alot had lost faith in and even as Benito paced in anger they still looked in hope.

"Why in the fuck have my profits dropped by a fifth?! Have I not given you all everything you wanted?! Trained you to be the continuation of this clan if something ever happened to me?! It is clear that this house would not survive the century without my guidance. And what about the goddamn Lycans?! Am I to believe that they are so hard to control when for millenia they have been in check?! You all should be ashamed to call yourselves vampires. " Benito let it all flood out and when he finally was drained of that rage, he fixed his hair and his blood red tie letting it fall neatly behind his black coat. He chuckled alittle bit before he faced them all again. "You are lucky that I love all my children more than profits or slaves. Or all of you would be ash on my marble floors. The ancients have spoken to me, there is an afterlife for us and those of our past whom have been defeated still reside in that realm and it is in that realm where I have been for five years. There is going to be changes in our realm and I happy to announce the expansion of our race for the dominion of the entire world. We will have equality with our enemies or they will be destroyed. You will all be briefed when I have had time with my love." He turned and began to walk away from his clan before he turned around and smiled. He rushed forward and with a hidden blade chopped the head from one of his head male clan members, allowing his body to fall as ash to the floor.

"I am loving but I am not stupid. This is a goddamn war and I want strict and precise action. Let his passing be a reminder that you can die and by my hand, it is quicker than the blink of eye. Get ahold of the leadership of the Lycans and arrange a meeting on even terms. Prepare an evening for Isabella and I also, now!" And with that he stepped from the room and got back into the vehicle still awaiting him outside, on his way to see what mattered most to him.

[Peregrine Daniels]

Perry saw stars.

You could never underestimate a Vampire’s speed. If you blinked, you were dead. Perry blinked. He stumbled backwards, trying to give him some room to move, some distance on the Vamp, but he felt the Vampire launch at Perry. He cursed loudly as he was thrown to the ground, the wind knocked out of his lungs. The Vampire was on it, pushing down on his throat and leaning forward. He heard the telltale sound of one of his ribs cracking.
The Vampire snapped forward his fangs exposed. Perry managed to get his right hand free. He gritted his teeth and slammed his open palm into the top of the creatures jaw. The fangs sunk into the flesh of Perry’s hand and the Vampire began to drink, it was the break Perry needed. It had been so long since he’d fought a Vampire that was so desperate for blood, a loathsome unpredictable Predator and worst of all, Hungry. Perry reached out with his other hand and in one swift motion, used his wounded hand to twist the Vampires head in the opposite direction. The Vampire moaned in pain and was forced to let go of Perry’s hand. The Vamp struggled in the dirt, trying to get his head back in its proper position. Perry pulled himself up exhausted. He founded his Stake lying in a patch of thistles. Perry leaned forward, tired and sore, he gave an almighty heave and sunk the stake through the Vampires heart as he was finally managed to twist his head back around.

Perry dusted himself off, all that remained of the Vampire. He panted heavily, but his keen and well trained hearing heard something approaching on all fours. His fire had gone out, could be a Lion or a Hyena, but Vampires usually scared the wildlife away. Perry wished he could say Africa had been good to him, but truth he told, it’d been tough. Perry let out a sigh of relief when a large oversized wolf in torn jeans approached. The creature’s fur began to suck back into its flesh until something resembling a man reared up on two legs.

‘Lara’s on the phone boss man. S’not looking good’.

Rory said, his gravelly force slowly transforming as his body did.

‘Balls’.

Perry cursed.

~

“The ancients have spoken to me, there ----- afterlife for us and those of our past whom have been defeated still reside in that realm and it is in that realm where I have been for five years. There is going ---- changes in our realm --------- the expansion of our race for the dominion of the entire world ------equality with our enemies or ------- be destroyed”.

Perry gave Lara and ominous look, she had a worried expression planted on her face, one Perry had almost forgotten.

‘Look, we always knew there was a chance he could come back. His absence was the only reason we could get that bug in the courtyard in the first place, why is the quality so bad? It’s not easy to make out.’

Lara shrugged her shoulders and clicked a few buttons on the laptop she was replaying the recorded message.

‘It’s due to be replaced, the damn things finite, I would suggest we have them replaced but that’s clearly impossible now.’

Perry sighed and closed his eyes for a second; he took a peek out the window of the private jet. Africa was nothing but a smudge in the distance now.

‘The Senfetti’s are back it means we’re back to square one, they’re going to try and destroy everything we’ve accomplished in the last five years. The Clans are in ruins... It’s back to the frontlines, back to war’.

Perry said with a familiar sigh, he closed his eyes and began to strategies.

[Isabella Rastafari]

*Isabella sat and stared at the garden in front of her. She was immobile, as pale and still as a statue carved from the finest marble as her violet eyes drank in the beauty of the sight before her. The roses in the courtyard had been one of only a few solaces in Rome and she would miss their fragrance and heady presence when she was gone. Benito had often left a rose on her pillow when he had had to leave suddenly, and she assumed that this was part of the attraction that these roses held for her. But Benito had never seen these roses. He had never seen this courtyard which was attached to the small villa Isabella had rented and then bought in a tiny village far from Rome. Indeed, she was so far from Rome that she wondered why she had even bothered to stay in Italy.


Rising silently from her quiet contemplation on the garden bench, Isabella stretched out her long legs which were bare apart from her soft brown leather sandals. A short flared brown suede skirt caressed her thighs as she walked over toward her favourite rose bush and picked one of the dark red blooms from its thorny prison with one of her long crimson nails. Pausing only to raise the bloom to her nose, she took a deep breath only to breathe in the scent as she turned and made her way towards the large double doors that led into the villa. As she passed one of the few servants she allowed in the villa, Isabella directed him Italian to pick all of the blooms from every bush in the garden and place them in vases so that the Villa would be full during Isabella’s last day. The sun would still be rising in the sky and Isabella knew that she would not have time again before her flight home to enjoy the flowers outside. The man nodded and quickly moved to obey his Mistress’ commands.


Isabella listened to the silence inside the villa as her sandaled feet padded across the black and white checked floor. She had ordered all forms of technology to be removed from the Villa as she had no desire to be distracted by television or internet during her stay. She had only chosen to stay in Rome initially due to the belief that Benito would soon return to her and she felt that she would be in a better position to hand his balls to him on a plate if she was in the same country as he. As time had passed however, she had grown comfortable with the quiet and the solitude her Villa had provided and over the past five years she had used it as a retreat whenever life had become too chaotic back in Australia. The time had come however for her to say goodbye to the Villa for at least a year. Business was booming in Australia and her pharmaceutical company had opened up new branches in New York and Paris. Isabella was due in Paris in three days and was looking forward to the change of scenery. Rome held too many memories of Benito and she was keen to start a new adventure in a country that held no ties to Benito.


After a quick scan of the downstairs rooms, Isabella began to climb the stairs. She had a long night ahead of her and as the shutters were automatically starting to close above the windows, she knew that the day would soon be upon her. Yawning at the thought of her bed waiting for her, Isabella finished climbing the spiral stairs and was just reaching the upper landing as the stillness and quiet of the Villa was interrupted by Rose bursting through the front door of the Villa.


~Isabella!~ she called out, though she already had her sire’s attention. ~I have news!~

Isabella poked her head around a large urn at the top of the landing and peered down at her sister. ~Rose.. I am heading for bed, it has been a long night…~Rose skidded to a halt as she realised that Isabella was now standing above her.

~But Isabella… you won’t believe..~Isabella silenced her with an arched brow and a piercing look that Rose knew all too well.

~I will hear this news when I awake.. ~Isabella said quietly before turning on her heel, dismissing Rose in the process. ~Until then, do NOT disturb me.~The sound of a bedroom door opening and then closing firmly on the second floor echoed down to Rose who slumped her shoulders and muttered ~Shit!!~ *

[Benito Senfetti]

Quiet hours of contemplation had passed by as the scenery rolled from the hustle and bustle of Rome to the quiet and vastly rolling country-side. It was all Benito could thing of, like a drug addict needing their next fix, his dead heart ached deeper than any pain he could remember in his entire life. Even during his mysterious stay in an apparent different life, all he could think about was Isabella, she always filled him up, all of his senses on fire to smell her scent and touch her flesh. He wanted to hear the beautiful tones of that accented voice as he shared her language in conversation and at the same time he wanted to whisper dark and enticing things into her ear in his own language. It was true that he could have saved more time by using his dark gifts to speed his way there but he needed this time to think. Isabella was soft and tender to him but he knew that every rose had it's thorns. He needed the time to think about what he was to say, how to explain to her what had happened and how it wasn't of any of his choice. The whole idea was eating him alive and if his olive complexion could turn more pale, it was happening in this moment. But he was driven, consumed by her and he needed to get to her before anything was to happen. And yet, in the back of his mind all he could think was that she might have moved on, that he wasn't the verile dominant male that he had thought himself to be.

It was beginning to become light amongst the horizon as his Bentley pulled into the driveway of the villa that his informants had told him Isabella was staying at and then leaving in the next evening. He stepped out from the car as the first light was beginning to peek out from the edge of the horizon and as he began to walk to the door, the skin on his face began to burn away from his frame. The pain of what was happening to him was nothing compared to the drive he felt within his damned soul but, he entered through the door and the sun fell away from him to the dark interior of her villa. Instantly his senses went wild, he could smell her everywhere and it was all he could do to control the drive that started within him. He wanted to kill, feed, and fuck all at the same time and it took all of those five years of remembrance, of loneliness and pain to remind him that he needed to control himself.

And so as he began his way up the stairs, ignorant to the gawking faces of her servants, he listened to the sounds of Rose's protest and the shutting of the door before her. His finger raised to his lips in a quieting gesture as he was spotted by Rose and he smiled as he stepped to the door. He knew that she may have sensed him since he entered the door but he didn't know if she may think it was all just a sham and a lie. He leaned up against the door as he dismissed Rose with a wave and he placed a hand on the wood of the doors before letting out a deep growl.

"You know I love you ma bello? And these five years have torn my damned soul apart. If sorry could say what I want to say, then I would say it. All I can say is I am glad that I regenerate because I would ask you to tear me limb from limb in consolation from what has happened but I only ask you open this door for me. I cannot stand this distance anymore, let me come home if only for a night..." His voice was filled with not only that exotic accent but something he didn't let show most of the time...pain..

[Isabella Rastafari]

*She closed the door behind her, leaning against the wooden frame, her forehead pressed against the cold oak panels. A sudden and annoying migrain was starting to form above her left eye, long pale fingers floated up to rub the offensive area above her eye as she padded over to the bed. Turning down the sheets, Isabella called out in pain as a blinding stab of pain seared behind her left eye ball.

~What the fuck..~ she muttered to herself as she shook her head. She had only had a headache in her immortal life whenever Benito was near, a delicious grinding pain that would only subside after he had pleasured her in every way imaginable. She had not felt this pain in the past five years, yet here it was again, searing into her brain while it felt like neon lights were flashing BENITO! over and over again before her suddenly light sensitive eyes.


Her room was draped in cool dark shadows, yet to Isabella the room was suddenly hot and oppressive. She wrapped a pale hand around the smooth turned oak frame that formed her four poster bed as she struggled to control her body. Instantly her skin broke out in hives and she wanted nothing more than to rip the flesh from her own bones as she scratched her long talons down her hot and burning skin. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in the familiar scent of her long lost lover. Eyes formally their normal violet hue, now snapped open to reveal a deep feral yellow as her lips formed in a snarl. ~Benito..~ she hissed, her fangs elongating as she knew instantly that he was now standing on the other side of her door.


Silently she stalked back over the door, her pounding migraine now a delicious distraction from the rage that was bubbling in her veins as she heard him begin to speak. Her boiling blood pounded in her ears, making it almost impossible to hear his words as she reached her bedroom door. Pausing with one hand on the doorknob she tried to have a moment to think, to analyse the situation and work out her next plan of attack. But all she could think were the words ~FIVE FUCKING YEARS~ over and over again, even as his beautiful accent washed over her.


Pulling the door open so quickly and with such force that the old oak door screamed on its brass hinges whilst only just managing to stay attached to its frame, Isabella’s eyes flared with rage as the sight of Benito filled the empty doorway. A myriad of emotions washed over her far too quickly for her to recognise or even appreciate the different responses which her body was physically experiencing. All she knew was that she wanted to rip his fucking head off for leaving her this long.


Isabella stood there, taking deep ragged breaths but otherwise emitting no sound. Anyone knowing Isabella intimately would know that when their Mistress was quiet as she was now, that it was best to get the fuck out of Dodge before the volcano erupted. Benito however, continued to stand there, looking at her and pleading with his eyes for her to forgive him. She almost laughed out loud at the brazen stupidity of this man for staying where he was. Her hands curled into fists as her breathing slowed down and she was silent once more. Closing her eyes, she bowed her head for one moment, long dark waves of her glossy hair falling loose around her porcelin skin. She allowed herself one last final moment before she raised her head and opened her eyes, locking them on Benito as a sniper locks his crosshairs onto his intended victim.


Taking one step back she twisted her hip slightly to prepare for combat before locking her hips into position. Still, she did not speak, but her actions and facial expressions were speaking volumes. Benitio should either get the fuck out of the villa or prepare to die. For good this time. *

[Benito Senfetti]

Benito knew, as soon as the door opened, he knew what was roiling deep within the darkness of her soul and he knew that rage was for him. As he always had, he had thought this over deeply and expected many scenarios, this being the main one he thought of. He knew what this had done to her, what it had done to him. But with her perspective this was a cruel disappearance and with his it was a longing disappearance.

It wouldn't do to just try and explain himself, the time had dolled out that this was beyond words. He had accepted that before he had even arrived on the premises, he just had hoped it wouldn't come to her trying to kill him. Of all of it, all that could be seen his face now was a deep understanding but a fierce stance of his inability to simply walk away from her. She wanted to remove him in her rage because he was the only thing in this world that could truly hurt her down to her core, he wouldn't budge because he had strived for five years to be standing here and he would either wear her down to a tired heap or he would lay in eternal slumber upon her chamber floor.

As she prepared, he did also his eyes beginning to glow that fierce light blue but this time it was much different than ever before in his vampiric life. A ethereal green steam seemed to be rising from his skin where it was uncovered, something ancient and raw, it began to stir the air in the house to the point where lighter objects started to lift and flutter about in the ghostly wind that had whipped up around them. His hand made a flicking motion at his side as the mist formed into a long form and then ignited into a brilliant flame dieing into a long obsidian bladed katana with a matching matte black handle and hilt. He was ready for whatever she had to dish out to him and showed her by bringing the katana up in front of him in a defensive position. He would never hurt her but he had to do what he had to do to remain alive, this wasn't a losing situation, he refused to live without her and if she needed to do this to alleviate that rage..so be it.

"Ma bello, You need me just as I need you. You are mine just as much as I am so eternally yours. Before this happens I need you to know. I did not choose, nor by my own two feet was I taken away from you these five years. I have spoken with the ancients and I have learned much in these five years, but never once did I not wish that I could return to our villa, to be together again. And as this is so, if you want this fight you will have it, I will not back down. You will never have another and if you do, he will never make you feel a fraction of what I have made you feel. And the opposite is true, I have the best and I will not let that go, you are everything to me. I feel nothing without you and I am nothing without you." He spoke calmly with his body poised in that defensive stance like a stone statue perched precariously over a cliff.

The silence was more damaging to the fact that she would have his head as a bedpost cap at this moment and even though he stoic stance never faltered the power surging from intensified before he yelled and the winds picked up to a point where large furniture began to smash against the walls, "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!!?!?! LETS GET THIS OVER WITH, I WANT MY ISABELLA BACK!!!!!!".

[Isabella Rastafari]

*Feral amber orbs glowed before her eyes narrowed into angry slits as she watched the katana form by his side and be brought up in front of her, as though it posed some barrier between them.

She laughed and snarled ~Really Benito, party tricks?! I’m disappointed you would stoop so low. Are you so fucking pathetic that you need a weapon to fight me?~
A slender dark brow arched in surprise as she heard the beginning of what undoubtedly would be another of his speeches.

~You think I need you Benito? Really? Are you that pompous and arrogant that you think I have spent the past five fucking years pining for you and counting the moments until you were in my arms again?~

She waved away his words with a flick of her hand. ~Save the speech huh? While you obviously love nothing more than to hear the sound of your own voice, I have no time or desire to hear more shit bubble forth from that mouth. Besides..~ she shifted her weight back slightly, tensing her thighs and calf muscles as she prepared to launch herself at him.

~I don’t know where that mouth's been now, do I?~

She lashed out, her hand moving so quickly that he would need to be psychic to predict its rage. Her long talons would tear the skin from his cheek in long ragged strips if he was unable to move away in time.*

[Benito Senfetti]

Benito found that he couldn’t move, couldn’t react to what she had to say and as she approached him with that manic speed he could only allow the blade to fade into dust once again and she would find that mark, turning his head to the side and shredding his face with long marks freshly bleeding down his face. He could step further closer to her as his attention turned back to her but he would not make any move towards actually trying to make an attack or defense against what was happening.

“I have been in a prison of sorts, taken away by things that I could not control and did not choose for them to happen. My mouth has been nowhere, and it has felt nothing, just like the rest of my being that has been aching for so long to see you once again. And where has your mouth been Isabella? Why don’t we through the morality the other way. If you want me to leave, then so be it.”

He would waste no time then to turn from her and make his way down the stairs and outside to a car that he had not told to wait. Benito had hoped that she would have the seen the truth of things in his face and his eyes, but she was understandably blinded by the blind fury and pain that he had set within her when he was taken away.

And now standing outside of where she had chosen to reside, he could only allow his eyes to draw upwards to look at the stars as he thought about what he could do about this situation. There was no proof beyond the power he had found and when he had chosen to present that, she shrugged it off as if it was something that she had seen before, that she was familiar with this. He hoped that perhaps him showing up, that the wounds on his face slowly bleeding would bring her around. Benito was confused about whether he should stand here or get away from here back to his own villa, he felt drained and empty and perhaps it was the blood seeping out of his already exhausted body, but he attributed it being without her.

Benito would decide to just sit, not wanting to seem like he was running away from this but still wanting to put distance in-between them, he hoped that things would come to fruition before he would have to vacate the area because of the sun. To wait for a moment for so long, to pray for the best and receive the worst, it was one of the most soul crushing feelings that he had felt in a long time and for one of the first times in his life; he felt like he had lost his charisma. He felt like he had no confidence that perhaps this mission was at fault, that this was the final straw and maybe he didn’t deserve this. He had been privileged and from their past, she knew he didn’t deal well with rejection. There was only one thing he knew that he had in this situation………resolve.

[Benito Senfetti]

Five long years had passed when they met that night and Benito’s only thoughts were on what he might do to get her back…how he might tenderly put himself back into her arms. That had been his downfall, and the ultimate show of his arrogance. They had never danced in that way, he was a Lord and she was a Queen in her own right. He had to sat there upon that bench and waited as the sun began to paint the horizon in those beautiful tones that he only knew in parting memories and moments like these when he decided to stay like a statue until his vampiric body gave way to the pain of that damned orb peeking its way over the horizon. There were so many mistakes that he counted in those final dying moments when he realized that she wasn’t going to come out, give him a bit of a tumble and then give him the sort that he would have preferred. His familiars came upon him when the hour was nigh, and he made the worst mistake he could have, standing from that bench and leaving his seated position.

Back inside those heavy tinted windows, he had spent his time discerning exactly what was going to happen with Isabella…he knew that she was going to leave at some point and he was going to follow. He might have left before but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to hold on now. A few phone calls and the reasonable conclusion was that she was going to be making her way to Paris…obvious corporate business or perhaps something else….someone else? Just the thought made those dark eyes glow that ethereal blue in the darkness of his car. A motion was made to his driver and they pulled away towards the airport. His private terminal was made ready and his jet in a very hasty…a very costly way was made ready for him to be there when she ended up in the same place. Those steps down that tunnel might have been the last even as his dead heart ached and his mind raged about what he might have given up for the damned progression of their cursed race. But soon it was wheels up and his fate had been sealed…

“Once again, breaking news over the Mediterranean today as a private jet confirmed to be carrying Senfetti Corporation CEO Benito Senfetti has gone down during the early morning hours local time. Only the flight crew and Mr. Senfetti were aboard at the time of the crash. It is too early to speculate but it appears that a mishap in the plane’s maintenance schedule is the cause of the crash. More on this when we have more…”

One moment of crazed idiocy when he should have been the man or vampire he had always been and he ended up underneath the crushing depths of the sea. 7 years and his flesh had become rotted away from his already dead body, barely a bit of meat about the bones with just enough for him to be sustained in this world. That was the moment that somehow he knew…somehow even in that death like state that someone was pulling him from the water and sealing those rotted remains in a coffin.