The Senfetti Residence

[Benito Senfetti]

(Well this is where the first part of Anima di Oggi is taking place. Other threads have all my grace to begin in other places as the first events in this thread take place before all the families are supposed to arrive at the Senfetti residence. Oh and Mori, Somehow while I was cleaning up my documents I cannot find our rps. Please would you repost your posts between my two posts.)

On the outskirts of Rome on a green grassy hill lies the mansion of Benito Senfetti. The marbled appearance accents its late 1800s Italian design. Coming on a red-stone road one would come up to the black wrought iron fence that surrounds the perimeter of the Senfetti residence. One entrance to the entire place is a roadway entrance leading on a road that goes directly to the front door of the marble mansion. This gate is not only stationed with two highly sensitive motion cameras but also with three sensors located at the intricately designed overhead to the fence. They are thermal, motion, and sound sensors. Duplicates of these are located all around the perimeter to keep intruders from getting in. Besides for the sensors armed at an interval of every three feet, guard stations are separated at every twenty feet around the fence. Two of these stations are located inside and outside of the fence on both sides of the road. Each station housing three armed men equipped with either SMGs or assault rifles. Publicly the tight security is because of kidnappers and such that may want to hold Benito hostage for his money. Of course the truth of this is that Benito Senfetti secretly is the leader of a group called the Spirito Clan. Benito is 520 years old and is a vampire. Back on subject to the Senfetti residence, when finally cleared past the gate the red stone would continue into a labyrinth of fountains of crystal blue water and many statues dating from as early as the 1600s and as late as the current year. Many hedges make some of the yard a maze of gardening perfection and the many different detail statues shows a true appreciation for art and beauty. Upon making the way out of this network of highly priced figurines and masterful garden work, the mansion would finally come into view. It’s white walls rising up three stories into the cool, crisp Italian air. The roof made of red tiles layered in a traditional southern Italian fashion. Three large windows facing towards the driveway on each level reflect the sun and moon away from the house but also they are tinted to within 85% darkness. While real vampires aren’t going to burst into flames at the feel of sunlight on their skin it does fatigue them and render them weak. It would take a vampire two hours in sunlight to actually die from its effects; it would be at that time that the body would naturally burst into flames and neatly get rid of the evidence. Parked outside of the lavish mansion would most likely be a canary yellow Ferrari 360 Modena. And leading off the driveway to the left would be another driveway leading to the large garage holding Benito’s massive collection of cars. If asked about it from another vampire he would say that man’s greatest invention was the sports car and that Italy excels over them all. The inside of the mansion is as equally elegant as the courtyards and the external view of the mansion. Though technologically equipped, extra craftsmanship was taken to hide certain technological advancements so that the house looked as natural as it could look. Like much of the marble outside of the house the inside floors were made of a cut and polished white marble. In true tradition of the extreme amount of marble used in the construction of the house itself like the statues outside the sculptures within the house were also of marble. Every room was dressed in an elegant nature with blood red drapes and more gothic looking sculptures. The house was always a buzz with activity many people were running about. Their complexions were pale and their eyes were faded. It was a dark nest of vampires. And within the confines of the lavish mansion surrounded by all the vampires that moved about was Benito himself. Short cold black hair accented the younger looking vampire’s sea green eyes. His form was trim but toned for he didn’t need the bulk to be strong. In fact he looked to be a normal sized man. His normal attire consisted of black suit pants reaching down to black leather Italian shoes. An equally black suit coat surrounded a silk, blood red undershirt. And now standing among his study he looked on with a smile as he was expecting guests today. In only a week’s time before this date he sent out a fax to the businesses of the other four clans. Telling them of the “Enemy” and their plan to uncover and then destroy their entire species. He now expected the leaders to come here in secret to fight this war with him. Either today or tomorrow he would expect them to arrive so his affairs were now being handled by his human pets while his clan made ready the house for his honored guests.

[Benito Senfetti]

(Mori's post here then...)

He had known of her arrival from the moment that she came up to the front gate. One of his guards called him to make sure to let them through. As he found out it was Isabella he told them to let her through right away. He straightened the Italian tailored suit coat and looked in a mirror to make sure he was presentable. He made sure that his hair was all in check and everything. His last confrontation with the leader of First Blood was more than just business…He grinned as his pearl pointed canines showed in the mirror as he looked at himself. He then moved away from the mirror and headed out of the doors of his study flinging them open. The two guards standing by the door then followed him as he walked. His green eyes always ahead and a smile was on his face. He came to the stairs and he walked down around that winding staircase to face the door finally. He made sure once again that he was presentable and he nodded at the men at the door saying, “Apra il portello” which literally translated meant to open the door. And that is what they did. And as his eyes came to her he smiled.

“Ciao Bello...How are you doing? I had not expected anyone to come today.” He was lying to her for he was hoping and almost predicted that she would be here earlier than the fax had dictated. His voice deep and charismatic came with that familiar Italian accent that in the real world made his hunting of females all the more easily for he appealed to them. But this female he held in the highest regard, he had asked her to stay the last time she had been with him but she let him go for the sake of her clan. For a while he had been angry because he didn’t understand but when he recently became the leader of his father’s clan he understood finally why she had let him go. He came forward finally and his hands wrapped around her hands as he kissed on her cheek near by her ear on each side of her face before backing up from her and smiling at her. “Isabella, A lot has changed since we have last met but if I may say so the one constant is your boundless beauty.” He just stared into her eyes for a moment before he spoke once again, “Well we cannot start the meeting until the others get here so, How about you get settled then we can spend some time talking in fire room.” He nodded with a mischievous grin before turning to one of his servants. “Desidero essere solo. Sposti il perimetro verso intorno alla stanza…” The servant nodded and bowed to him before he turned back to Isabella with a grin waiting for her to respond and speak.

[Isabella Rastafari]

Youre lucky I still had it saved boy.. *laughs*


*With a rather loud sigh of impatience, Isabella shot her driver a withering look before her startling ice blue gaze turned towards the tinted window of the cherry red Ferrari in which she rode. Peering through the dark window, a small smile of satisfaction curled her dark lips as Isabella’s eyes finally came to rest upon the grandeur of the Senfetti mansion. It had been several years since she had last been here, and Isabella felt a slight chuckle form in her long elegant throat as memories of her last time with Benito filled her senses. As the car made its way along the driveway, Isabella ran a pale hand through her long silken dark hair that flowed smoothly down to her waist. Smoothing out the creases in the dark purple velvet skirt she wore, she glanced down at the tight black bodice that clung to her ample chest. There, nestled between her cleavage was the large blood red stone that Benito had given her. It was the shape of a large teardrop and hung from a delicate gold chain around her neck. Stroking the gem thoughtfully, Isabella turned her green eyes back upon the mansion as the car finally pulled to a stop and the engine was turned off. Within seconds the driver was at her door, pulling it open for her and offering her a hand. Brushing aside his hand quickly, Isabella hissed her frustration at him before she slid off her seat and emerged from the car unaided. Pausing long enough to gaze up at the impressive mansion again, Isabella turned around quickly and shot another withering gaze at her driver.

~You are to park the car, take my belongings and prepare my room for me. Even though I plan on having other sleeping arrangements..~ a wry smile formed on her dark lips ~I still expect you to have my belongings all set out for me in my room. Ask the servants.. they shall direct you. After that task is complete, you are to call my sister at the airport and find out how long it will take for her and the others to get here. Their presence is of no importance just yet, but as soon as this meeting starts I want our clans presence to be felt. Report back to me at once.~ With a wave of her hand she dismissed him and ascended the steps towards the front door of the mansion. Knocking loudly three times, Isabella rocked on her heels as she waited for the door to open and her first glimpse of Benito. Licking her lips in anticipation, her tongue grazed over the sharp point of her elongated canines and she grinned at the still closed door.*


Thats the first post..

And then in response to the last one:

*As the doors swung inward before her, Isabella smiled cooly at Benito as her ice blue gaze drank in the sight of him. He was a particularly handsome bastard, and Isabella almost hated him because of it. His looks combined with his accent made him particularly hard to resist and her knees threatened to buckle as soon as she heard him speak his native tongue. Managing to maintain her composure however, Isabella merely nodded her head slightly in response to his compliment before she allowed him to kiss her cheeks and take her hands in his.

~Benito..~ the sound of his name upon her breath caused a shudder to run through her entire being as her eyes took on their more familiar amber glow. Her own voice was a mixture of Cockney English with a broad Australian accent. As the clan leader of First Blood, she was a relatively young vampire having only spent 250 years as an immortal. Her first precious years of her dark life had been spent on the streets of London and it was her chosen career of pickpocket that had seen her earn herself a ticket to Australia on the First Fleet. She had been destined to hard labour as a prisoner under the guard of Captain Martin Flice, but on her third night in her new country, Isabella had killed the Captain and all of his guards, turning them all into her brethren and taking the first tentative steps towards what would become the building of an empire. First Blood was the oldest and most revered vampiric clan in Australia and was well respected throughout the world. It was a reputation that meant a great deal to Isabella – a reputation that Benito had helped her keep intact on a number of occasions. They made a good team, both professionally and in other areas. It was these “other areas” that had been her main intention when she had decided to travel ahead of her clan for some time alone with Benito.

Although she stood before him, her hands clasped in his – for the briefest of moments, time seemed to stand still. A deep, thick violet mist seemed to appear from nowhere as Isabella’s dark lips widened into a sick grin. Her shining white teeth were the only thing visible in the darkening purple mist before she vanished from sight completely. Almost as soon as she was gone, she appeared behind him her long crimson hued nails clutching one of his broad shoulders as she hissed in his ear ~ You have been missed lover..~ Placing her mouth to his throat quickly, her sharp fangs snapped at the flesh on his throat before the sound of her laughter and that strange purple mist filled the room. Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the mist was gone. She was standing before him once again, her hands still clasped in his, and to anyone but the two of them only a fraction of a second had passed. Smiling cooly at him, she licked her lips slightly before allowing the smile to slip from her lips. Tearing her eyes away from his, she lowered her gaze slightly as she looked him up and down.
Liking what she saw she murmured ~ I see you still like to dress the part, hmm?~ before she pulled her hands away from him and moved slightly to the side. Looking quickly around the main foyer she mentally noted the small changes that had taken place since her last time within these walls. The interior of the mansion was still decorated to Benitos masculine tastes. She was pleased to see no female influences and when she turned back to face him, the smile upon her lips was slightly warmer.

~ I did read the fax carefully Benito, and I know the date of the planned meeting. The rest of my clan is on their way now…I merely thought..~ as she spoke, she moved closer to him. ~ That you and I could take advantage of some time alone together.. it has been so long… too long..~ *

[Benito Senfetti]

The many men and women of his clan had gathered to either stand there and watch or peek from some unknown position. The only fact of the matter was that what they had wanted to see was invisible to their eyes. To vampiric kind age was everything and the simple fact was that the numbers were beyond anything that his clans people could comprehend. Allowing both Isabella and Benito to bend time. And just as this thought had crossed his mind there she was standing behind him and whispering in his ear and nipping at the precious source of blood that was his neck. But then as she appeared before him again he made no indication to the others that anything had happened save the grin that showed the pearl glint of his elongated canines. He looked down at her more intentively as she commented his dress and what came from him was but a small chuckle.

"Yes well this time I am not just the back-up actor my dear Isabella. I get to play the part now. Its quite strange that the shift in power to my clutches brings about problems but then again brings you back about my presense." His voice had his own alluring charm deeply rooted in that beautiful Italian accent. His eyes watched hers as they turned from that sea green to the icy blue that showed him in a state of intense feeling such as bloodlust or anger or in this case...passion. He turned his eyes to the rest of his clansman and spoke in a more aggitated tone than he had chosen for Isabella, "Ottenga di nuovo a lavoro. Ciò è un aspetto riservato e nessuno del vostro preoccupazione." His word was law in their clan and they all silently bowed their heads and went back to whatever job they had been assigned.

"Now my dear Isabella, I've had the fireroom in waiting, in preperation for your arrival. I thought it might be our chance to have that time alone together. For even though I know no time in my immortality it still chills me to not have seen you for so long" Is what he said turning to let his strong hand slip over the flat of her back as his other outstretched towards the door just a few steps from their right. His eyes continued to stare down in hers still faintly glowing that icy blue.

[Isabella Rastafari]

*Her dark head dipped slightly as she listened to him speak of his shift into power and the way that it had brought him his current problems as well as his current pleasure at seeing her again. A genuine smile found her dark lips as she gazed at him fondly.

~I must say..You being the man of the house.. it suits you Benito. Even when you were merely your fathers foot stool, his protégé if you will… you had that look in your eyes… that yearning for power and control..~

As she looked into his eyes, she saw the way that his greenish blue gaze had shifted. She watched, unable to tear her own gaze away as his eyes changed- burning that cold icy blue that almost hurt her with its intensity. As well as his burning gaze, she also felt several other pairs of eyes on her and Benito, and with a wry smile upon her lips, Isabella turned her head slightly to peer into the shadows of the main foyer. Benito clearly had similar thoughts as he turned and growled an order to his clan members that made them scramble to a safer distance away from their master. Hearing the way that his deep roar seemed to reverberate around the grand hall, mingled with his exotic accent, Isabella laughed softly to herself with anticipation as to how the rest of the evening might unfold. Once again, his thoughts seemed in tune with hers as he placed his hand upon her lower back and gently steered her towards her the door his outstretched hand was gesturing to. As he spoke of his misery at not having seen her for so long, Isabella repressed her delight to hear this as she merely smiled and murmured

~ I have missed you also Benito. This fire room sounds intriguing.. you do know how much I adore a roaring fire..~as she allowed him to escort her to the door. *

[Benito Senfetti]

He smiled at her comments before leading her closer and closer to the door. He opened it before her and allowed her to walk first into the door his hand on her back guideing her that way. He just smiled then as he stepped in behind her. The room was lavishly designed with a vast amount of space made of black marble. The floor with a faint red glow coming from red neon lights hooked up underneath the marble. It was also heat so that the feet would not be cold. Anywhere but the fire area was rather..bland. But its simple design is what was so entrancing. Tall marble pillars stretching into the dimly red lit darkness of the room. But near the fire the floor was dug into the ground the steps leading down to it only three steps down into a little dugged out area which included the large fireplace. But near it was a comfortable red leather couch of simple yet stylish Italian design.

"This room I had stripped from a study to be a fire room. You were the inspiration and everything in this room was designed after my thoughts of you." He reached up to pick a black remote from the wall and came up behind her his mouth right by her ear as he spoke softly. "Your beauty, your grace, and just as we are to humans..a..surprise." He pressed a button on the remote and in the corner of the room a piece of marble shifted down wards and then slide underneath another marble and from beneath the marble rising up was a full bar made from rosewood and stained to be a more cherry color so that it blended in with the red. It was absolutely a beautiful piece of craftsmenship. "I built it for us Isabella. I just thought you would appreciate something like this since..The start of us was when we spoke at a bar counter."

[Isabella Rastafari]

*They glided effortlessly over the marble floor as Benito guided Isabella through the doorway. She had not known what she had been expecting when he had first spoken of “The Fireroom”, but now that the full glory of the room was laid out before her, Isabella realised that no expectation could possibly surpass the pure beauty of the room. A faint gasp escaped her dark lips as her pale blue orbs drank in all the sights within the room. The fireplace loomed, several steps below her current level, and apart from the red leather couch, it was the only furnishing within the grand room. The red couch, combined with the red neon lighting gave the room the impression of being coated in a deep, seductive hue of blood and Isabella felt her body begin to respond to the anticipation of bloodlust. As her eyes began to glow a feral amber, Isabella looked to Benito, unable to hide her happiness. While the room clearly laid claims to his masculine tastes, its decorations in her favourite colours, as well as the significance of the fireplace and couch, were a poignant reminder to her that she was still in his heart and always would be.

Truly touched to know that he still thought of her to such a degree, Isabella moved closer to him so that she was now less than an inch out of arms reach. She smiled as he spoke to her and used a black remote to reveal a beautiful hand crafted rosewood bar. She had always had a love of rosewood, and it was an admiration that they both shared.

"I built it for us Isabella. I just thought you would appreciate something like this since..The start of us was when we spoke at a bar counter."

She laughed and turned her head back to look at him, her eyes still burning that feral amber that indicated she was on the prowl.

~I remember how it all began too well.. this room.. save for the absence of that huge full moon which hung so low above us on that night.... it brings back those memories with an almost comforting reassurance… the fire… our realisation of our true feelings for each other..~ Moving closer to him so that her long lithe arms could now drape themselves over his shoulders, she licked her lips as she purred. ~It is perfect Benito.. you never disappoint. I am sorry I was away so long.. but now.. as a Clan leader, you know the responsibilities that the role entails. Surely you can understand.. and perhaps.. forgive my necessity to leave you so abruptly in the past?~ *

[Benito Senfetti]

Now in the dark among the blood dipped darkness that was the "Fireroom" his eyes almost pulsed with that cool blue that burned so deep in his eyes, they pierced into the amber of her own eyes and that is where he held his gaze as her arms came around his shoulders. His own hands came around her trim waist to set there in a very soft touch as he looked down at her. Her words to his ears made his heart ache to the point where his eyes almost flashed as if a switch inside of him was being toggled but as he closed his eyes for a moment and looked at her all he was a nod his eyes once again burning intensly.

"I have forgiven you, I forgave you so long ago. Even before the pain had fully set in. I understand, yes, the vigors of this occupation, this responsibility. But I have made time now, I am not saying nor blaming you for not making anytime for us Isabella. But I am trying to tell you that my heart and my..." A pause in his speech brought his firm body closer to hers as his hands slipped around her to pull her tightly against his masculine frame, "...body have been in agony for your presense. I have realized that when everything is done, when the power I seek is obtained I realize it wasnt exactly what I was hungering for. I thought it was a deep need for more precious blood and so I drank and I overdrank until I realized that the need, this hunger deep in me had not gone away."

He brought one of his hands up and pushed her hair just back alittle bit as he lowered his face so that they were so achingly close to each other. His breath was against hers as hers was against his. He then finally whispered against her lips his eyes burning almost to the point of being white, "Isabella, I hunger for you. Will you not tame this hunger? Will you not now give me what I need?"

[Isabella Rastafari]

*His words excited her and stirred feelings within her she had long since forgotten. During their time apart, there had been more than a few young males in her clan that had offered to fill the empty space within her heart and her bed left by Benito’s absence, but every time she had declined. The thought of being with another had made the blood seemingly freeze in her veins, causing a deep cold ache to resonate throughout every limb and pore. Only the thought of Benito, and the memories that these thoughts caused within her, were enough to dull that achingly biting coldness.

Now, standing so close to him with his breath upon her face, Isabella felt that intense heat that had once burned so passionately between them start to flicker once more. By the time that her lips found his, the sparks between them had caused the fire within the fireplace to roar in ferocity as flames leapt and licked their confines of the fireplace. Although they began their lovemaking on the red leather couch, their naked entwined bodies soon slid down to the floor in front of the fireplace, and the intense heat soon caused both of their bodies to glisten with sweat. While their past sexual experiences had been both erotic and violent in their intensity, this time there was a gentleness to their touches, a feeling of welcoming someone home.

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Several exhausting hours later, Isabella shifted slightly so that her head was now resting on Benito’s muscular bicep as they lay naked on the marble floor before the now dying fire within the impressive fireplace. With her head tilted on this angle, she could see the fire still dancing behind the grate as well as the large vein that pulsed in Benito’s well-formed arm. Unable to resist, she murmured ~Mind if I have a taste?~ before she grated her left canine over the vein and bit down with a gentle pressure. As her tooth penetrated his flesh and sunk into his vein, she reached up with both hands to grab hold of his arm while she drank. Benito’s blood had always had a slightly spicy taste to it, and it was like a rare wine to Isabella’s pallet.


After drinking for several moments, she reluctantly tore her mouth away and watched in delight as the wound quickly healed itself. Turning around completely so that she could now kiss him with her bloodied lips, Isabella stretched her naked body beside him before she curled up and rested her head on his muscular chest.

~The others should be arriving soon..~ she breathed. ~Are we ready?~ *

[Benito Senfetti]

His chest rose and fell steadily in the dim firelight his body warm and flustered which was quite unusual for a vampire. His eyes were closed and he rested with the simple thought and feeling that Isabella lay next to him content as she possibly could be. Her words had only lazily halfway drifted to his ears before he felt her canine sink into his arm and the feeling of her feeding from him was a sweet pleasure that coiled itself around his very being causing a soft growl to rise from his throat. As she let go and the wound healed almost without delay and she turned to kiss him he licked the blood from her lips before pressing his lips against hers and smiling as he listened to her.

"No..." He stood up from her and stretched his long toned limbs into the air before turning his eyes back down at her. "The house, the conference, and the accomodations are ready yes, but no we are not ready. That is unless you wanted to attend this meeting naked? I think it wouldnt be proper though I have no opposition to you being naked." He grinned just slightly before his eyes travelled towards the door then finally back down to her, "Your room is already set up my love and you may put on something to wear there, I must go also to get some more clothes, I am unsure on when they will show up but I am rather certain with the urgency I have shown in my faxes that they will show with haste."

[Isabella Rastafari]

*A soft sigh of frustration slipped out from between pouting lips as Benito moved away from her and stood up. Her pale blue eyes watched him as he stretched his long arms above his head, before they locked with his gaze. Smiling at his words as she looked up at him, she preened before him as he told her that although he himself did not mind her nakedness, it might prove a tad difficult in the upcoming meeting.

He was right of course, and she nodded slightly before stretching her body completely out as she lay on the cold floor. Rolling her ankles, stretching her toes, and her thigh muscles, Isabella sat up slowly, her long dark hair falling quickly to hide her pale creamy breasts from view. Using her hands to push herself up off the floor, Isabella rose to her full height and leant over on tiptoes to kiss Benito quickly before bending over to snatch up her pile of clothes that had been discarded so readily only hours before. The fire was now starting to dwindle, and she shivered slightly as she dressed quickly.

As he gave her directions, she nodded and smiled as she finished getting dressed. Lacing her boots and tossing them over her shoulder, she leant over to kiss him again, this time allowing her lips to linger a little longer.

~If you can spare me for an hour or so M’love, I was hoping to bathe in that huge bathtub I remember from last time.. you remember? The one that is surrounded by those rocks… and the ferns.. it was like bathing in a waterfall! I am hoping that’s the same room you’ve given me last time I stayed here.. it was such a lovely room..~ she laughed at the memory as she kissed him once more quickly before turning to leave. ~I shall come and find you when Im finished.. where do you think you will be?~ After her answer, she blew a kiss before opening the door to the fire room. Isabella jumped back slightly as her driver appeared out of the darkness of the hallway. Bowing before her, he informed her that her room was all prepared and that he had spoken to Rose who had stayed at home in Sydney. After hearing that all was well on the homefront, Isabella relaxed slightly as her driver offered to show her to her room. Nodding slightly, she fell into step behind him and walked in silence, her mind already turning to the tasks ahead..

After her bath, she would see if Benito needed her for anything before calling Anain at the airport and finding out how long it would take him and the others to arrive. Preparations needed to be made.. but first, Isabella needed a bath. Humming softly to herself, she smiled as they reached the doorway of the room that had been prepared for her. From memory she knew that a secret passageway ran from her room to Benitos, and she giggled like a schoolgirl at memories the knowledge stirred. Dismissing the curious driver with a flick of her hand, Isabella placed her hand on the cold knob and opened the door. With no thoughts other than a long hot soak on her mind, Isabella slipped into her room and closed the door. *

[Dierdra Daren]

* She had left her ride a few miles back, chosing to walk the rest of the way to the senfetti residence. Her time in Rome had been well spent.

The food here is excellent
She had to admit to herself ad a smile darted across her face. She was actually in a good moood for the meeting. ready to see what in the blazes was going on.

As she approached the gate she took notice of the cameras' and gaurds. Laughing silently, she wondered how one arth he did not give himself away with all this. She glanced inside the gate and took note of the fountians and statues. At least he appreciated art.. but then .. they were in Rome. Feeling slightly uneasy for the first time in many years, she dusted off her black jeans and straightened her red, angel sleeve shirt. Mostly to pull it down over her belt which appeared to be an intricatly woven beaded belt, but if knotted just right, was one of her better weapons. She doubted the need for weapons here, and she was unsure if they would ask for the removal of them, but her rope stayed with her, after all, it was part of her outfit. She now stood inf ront of the gate and glared at the gaurds in the tower.

" Tell Benito that he has a visitor and be quick about it."

If there was one thing Dierdra hated it was waiting.

[Catrux]

Zarick was traveling toward the Senfetti residence, when he remembered why he didnt like to travel, he grew bored and restless easily. Although he had to admitt the trip had inspired a plan to possibly flush out the pesky human resistance. It would require Benitto's approval though, since he didn't wish to start off his leading of the Annex clan with any enemy because of territory.

He left his ride before reaching the residence, he wanted to relieve his restless muscles. Right away he noticed a camera and blew a kiss at it, letting who ever was watching him know that he was aware of it. Zarick had decided against dressing up, so he was wearing his normal attire. His recently acquired cross necklace was bouncing against his chest with every step. The rubies caught the light spilling forth rays of red, the silver gleamed back at the sun.

His trench coat concealed his weapons, he doubted he would need them but felt naked without them. He did not close the trench coat but left it open so that with every step, one side or the other bounced farther open. His boots thumped against the driveway as he neared the gate.

As he was walking a thougth crept into his head I wonder if Benito knows who I am yet....it is doubtful that he knows, it has only been a short time. Then again I did enter with a bang Zarick smiled to himself recalling the massacre.

He was lost so deeply in thought that he failed to notice he was now standing infront of the gate, some of the guards were staring at him with their guns ready but not aimed at him. He hissed at them bearing his oversized fangs. "I am here to see Benito Senfetti, tell him Annex has arived. Do not point those at me." Zarick snarled regarding the guns that the guards held.

[Isabella Rastafari]

*Small drops of moisture formed like glistening beads that eventually ran down the long, sloping green leaf of the fern that stood to one side of the luxurious bathtub in which she now bathe. Relishing the sensation of such warm bubbly bliss, Isabella stretched out lazily one last time, the bubbles clinging to her long toned limbs while her long dark hair stayed dry and firmly in place in a loose bun at the top of her head.

Knowing that she could not stay submerged in the warm soapy water all night, Isabella let out a long sigh before she stretched again and slowly emerged from the bath. Nimble fingers quickly reached for a thick purple towel, and soon she was dry and dressed in a loose fitting violet robe that she tied firmly at the waist. Bare wet feet padded from her bathroom into her bedchamber and she smiled in satisfaction as she saw her clothes and accessories had already been unpacked for her while she had bathed. Moving quickly to the large Armoire, Isabella set about getting dressed.

Deciding to go for comfort as well as style, Isabella was soon dressed in a loose fitting pair of bootleg black pants that fit in all the right places. A tight dark red sweater, matching red lipstick and dark square nosed boots completed the ensemble as she quickly ran a brush through her long dark locks. Soon her hair was gleaming as much as her black boots and a slight smirk of satisfaction creased her dark red lips. Slipping her dark blood red pendant back over her neck, Isabella cast one last glance around the room before she left, pulling the door shut behind her.

Slightly disappointed that Benito had not sent for her yet, Isabella set out to find where he was and see if he could offer some form of entertainment. It was getting late, and it didn’t look as though the other clan leaders would be arriving tonight. Just as that thought occurred to her however, she slowly descended the grand staircase in time to hear some servants commenting on the “new arrivals” to the Estate. Surprised, and relieved to see that they had come so soon, Isabella quickened her pace and continued on her way to the main Reception Hall. She figured that Benito would want her present when he welcomed the other clan leaders, if all three of them had arrived that was. Perhaps only one of them had arrived.. or perhaps it was merely a delivery man. With a slight furrow in her brow, Isabella arrived in the Reception Hall and looked around for Benito or any sign of the new arrivals. *

[Dierdra Daren]

Deiredra stepped out from the side of the column where she had been waiting for the agte to open when she heard Zarick speak. So this was the Annex clan? Intresting, she thought as she slowly moved foreward, her hand resting lightly on her belt. She took a few more steps then raised her head. She did nto expect to be recognized as not many knew that she was now leader of her clan. She liked that to remain a mystery, and it let her get much more information that she would if she was known. Her vioce rose through the silence, strong and sure.

I'm not sure that he is planning on letting us in. I have been standing here for a few more minutes than you. Apparently his servants are not well trained that it would take them this long to hunt down thier master and deliver a simple message.

She paused and took in his image, trying to figure out a weakness should she need to use it agianst him. However, this was supposed to be a meeting about a mutual enemy.. but no hurt ever came from looking.. besides.. they would not be in trusce forever. She pushed a lose curl back from her face and glanced back up towards the house.

I have to say that at least he seems to have good taste for his gardens. I only hope that he can provide just as good information as to what we appear to be faceing.

She turned towards him and almost smiled

I am Dierdra... representative of the Crown Clan..