The Senfetti Residence

[Isabella Rastafari]

(( RPing session between Isabella and Benito))


Isabella: *She smelt him a split second before she felt him slip into the bed beside her and her violet eyes shot open as she gasped in surprise to feel his naked, hard form pressed up against her. Turning around quickly so that she could face him, her vampiric vision drank in the site of him, although truthfully she was scanning his body for injuries, as she could smell blood. His blood. Nimble dancing fingers made their way quickly over his smooth skin, finding bullet holes already on the mend that were clearly the source of the coppery smell that made her nostrils quiver. Once she was satisfied that he was indeed beside her, relatively unharmed and alive, she slapped him across the face and sat up in bed, the silk sheet falling away from her to reveal her naked chest. ~Where the hell have you been Benito? You just left me standing there.. I nearly burnt to a crisp while I was searching the city for you... I .. Ive been so worried..~ she turned to face him again, immediately regretting the slap. ~M'love..~ she murmered, moving closer to him now and burying her face in his armpit as she wrapped her arms around his torso. ~ I was so scared..~ *




Benito: *He kept still his eyes scanning her as she scanned him for the injuries that he had sustained during the confrontation between him and the unaffiliated vampires whom he had hired as to draw not too much attention. His head turned to absorb the slap as it smacked against his cheek. He kept his head turned and his eyes closed, he gave but a nod without a word as she questioned and reprimanded him. He then felt her against him once again and his arm came around her and he sighed slightly as he nodded* I am sorry my love...I had some business that went sour, trust me it was something that I could not avoid nor risk the scene of your argument. I have taken care of everything and came out alright.




Isabella:* She sighed in relief as she raised her head and looked at his eyes, their orbs finding each other, even in the dark. Propping herself up on her elbows, she leaned over him slightly, her nipples grazing his chest as her lips found his. Kissing him softly and sweetly at first, her tongue snaked out to taste him slightly before she pulled back and looked at him again. ~What business? You didn’t tell me of any business.. one minute you left to get the car, and the next I’m walking through Rome searching for you..~ she bit her lip, knowing she should let it go and move on, but she was still seething that he could disregard her in such a manner. She knew that ultimately, he had probably been protecting her and she was just being irrational, but she couldn’t help herself*




Benito: *Her body against his, namely her nipples dragging across his chest made his body awake more and he grinned as she kissed him and before he could respond with his own kiss she pulled back from him and did a one eighty on her attitude towards this and he slightly smiled as he looked at her his fingertips running across her cheek and over her ear tangling themselves into her hair before they trailed down her neck and over the top of her chest before it dropped back down to his side* A site has been discovered in North Africa which may hold the secret to our origins. The stinking mangy half-breeds demanded seats in my house in return for their services. I had already paid them enumerable amounts of money for what they were doing for me and they still had the ignorance to stand up to me...To me Benito Senfetti! I will not stand for such idiocy so I decided that they needed to die...You being there would have only put you in unneeded danger, you belong behind these walls where you are protected.



Isabella: *She listened to his words, nodding slightly as he spoke of the site in North Africa, as he had mentioned it briefly before. One dark slender brow perched precariously above one violet eye as she heard of the half-breeds demands and Benito’s refusal to succumb. She smiled to herself, almost purring as she saw in her minds eye, her man standing there all strong and powerful, teaching these beings a valuable lesson. No one messed with him and lived to tell the tale. She respected, admired and loved him for this reason, as well as countless others. It was his last comment though that sparked the words to fall from her lips. ~ I do not need to be protected Benito.. you of all people should know that. While I appreciate the sentiment, I will never be the helpless female that needs to cling onto her mans shirt tails so that he protects her from the world.. besides, I do not "belong" behind these walls and you know it.. Sydney will always be my home..~ confident that her point had been made, she dismissed her anxiety with a long drawn out sigh before her lips found his once more. Pressing her chest up against his, her hips touched his slightly as the kiss became more intense. *




Benito: *He found himself defensive of his position as her lover at her comments made and it began to succumb under the sweetness and passion that she fueled into the kiss, it was however in an instant that he disappeared from beneath her and stood beside the bed looking down at her his fangs bared as he looked around this room for a moment before he looked at her* I have never once stated to the need of your protection Isabella...I will protect it even if you hate me for it. And yes you do belong here, Am I not here? Can a place of residence replace me Isabella? This is my country and I love it, but I would burn it all down, and kill everyone within it's borders for your sake. Where ever you are is where I belong to be, I thought that went more than just one way...




Isabella: *She had succumbed completely and utterly to his kiss, therefore it was with a great deal of surprise that she found him pulling away from her to stand beside the bed looking down at her with his fangs bared. Sliding backwards on the bed, she propped herself up on the pillow as she looked up at him. The passion with which he spoke was touching and her lower lip trembled as she listened to his words. Once he had finished his impassioned speech she reached up with one hand, placing it lovingly on his arm before she spoke. ~Benito.. you are my world. You know that. I want to be with you, always and forever, and you are right.. wherever that may be will become our home. BUT.. we can not escape the fact that we ARE clan leaders. I have my base and my clan in Sydney, while yours is here. It is because of this that we have had to be apart so long in the first place... darling.. please understand.. you are my home. You always will be. Sydney though.. ~she sighed.~ Thats where I have to be... unless I resign as clan leader and come and play the role of the dutiful wife in Rome...~ she blinked as the mention of marriage had never occurred to either of them before, and she hurried on talking before he had time to notice. ~ I doubt you would still find me so desirable if I sat home all day, darning your socks..?~ *



Benito: *He looked at her as she spoke to him and he kept up his guard for now, he wanted to take her down to the bed and pour out his passion in a more productive way but he wouldn’t let himself go unheard, he was never going to be talked down to. He was equal with Isabella and that was something they shared as lovers, he considered no other even with him simply because that was the attitude he believed that if in his heart he believed would make him a better leader.* You would cease to be my Isabella if you did not do what you have always done, Just don’t talk to me of what you are and what you are not, I know who you are Isabella, trust me, I fell in love with you. Marriage.. We are not Christians and we do not belong to a religion. Marriage is a taxable status and guess what my love, we are above the laws in these countries. The definition of marriage according to Christians is the joining of two souls as one. As in two beings becoming one. Then in definition without the ring and the damned ceremony, are we not in someway wedded?



Isabella: *She shivered slightly as she lay there on the bed, naked underneath the flimsy sheet. She felt completely exposed, vulnerable even as he stood above her, looking down at her with such a blazing look in his eyes that she shivered again. Although his tone and his manner told her that he was more than a tad pissed off with her for her comments, his words and the message he was sending her thawed her frozen heart. Nodding as he spoke of marriage, she wrinkled her nose as he mentioned Christians and laws of their two different countries. But as he defined what marriage was, and that they in fact, WERE married by way of body and soul, she smiled. Sitting up in the bed she moved closer to him so that both her hands were now on his arms as she sat on the edge of the bed looking up at him. ~M'love, forgive me.. I did not mean to anger you or offend you in any way.. I just.. feel torn sometimes. You have obligations in Rome, I have mine in Sydney. I want to be with you always, yet I fear we can not... but yes, you are right. Regardless of the absence of a ring and the damned ceremony as you so aptly called it, yes we are wed.. ~ she smiled up at him, a glint in her eye as she winked and quipped ~ a ring wouldn’t go astray though ya know? Us women do like rings..~ She kissed his hands before looking up at him once more, willing his anger to go away so that he could just take her in his arms once more. *



Benito: *He watched her as he spoke and he was quite aware of what he was doing to her, he had every intention of still taking her even after he was done being pissed off, he was pissed but he was also a man. He looked at her as she spoke to him and he knew exactly how she felt and know that she had felt his message down to her very dark soul. He smiled at her comment before he moved the sheet totally off her and put his strong hand on her shoulder and began to push her down onto the bed his lips meeting hers in a slow but hot passionate kiss. His body slowly came in contact with hers prolonging that intoxicating feeling of them being so damn close. He was constructive with his feelings, if he was pissed he would save some energy to expel it when he was able to use it in a more productive way and ravage her as she would undoubtedly want him to do*



Isabella: *She smiled, her dark lips curling into a sick and sinister grin before they found his and her tongue began to dance inside his mouth. Licking and sucking his bottom lip while her right hand snaked around his back as she pulled him down towards her. There was still a few hours of daylight left outside, but inside the room it was dark and hot as their passion rose. After hours of animalistic love making, they finally fell into a deep sleep while they waited for the sun to set and the moon to rise. *

[Zarick Gunn]

(for the sake of getting things underway I am going to skip over Dierdra.)

Zarick was surprised that Cinlass didn't start coaxing him into doing stunts, he must have been pre-occupied with the new commer in his car. Then again it was only a few minutes before they arrived at the Senfetti residence, which was understandable since Zarick didn't believe in following the speed limit, even with out his driver side door. The only speed limit that Zarick was concerned with was the as fast as the car could reach.

Quickly Zarick threw on the emergency brake and slid his car into the driveway, then replaced it and sped down the driveway closer to the mansion. He stopped dead infront of the gates, and shouted "Open the damned gates." Immediately the guards did so, having recalled that he was a guest of their master's. As he passed through the gates he saw Benito's car. Ah, so business can proceed.

A few of the guards tried telling Zarick that only he and Dierdra were allowed in. "Was not the invitation from your master Benito to my clan? They are comming with me, I doubt you would want to deal with any of them, let alone me." He practicaly growled the last part, bearing his fangs to their fullest. Immediately the guards stood down. Zarick then threw open the doors to the mansion and asked the nearest servant, "Where is Benito?"

Before the servant was able to answer Zarick leaped up onto the sill of the nearest, high window. Perching himself near the top of the vaulted cieling, waiting for Benito.

[sage]

Ivy gripped the seats hard as this strange man barreled threw the town, she wasn't used to cars and still had no idea what was going on. She hadn't said a word to any of them and yet they were taking her with them.

As they pulled threw the gates she heard the first man, whom she supposed was the leader, tell the guards to let them through. Was this an important and private meeting? She bit her lip slightly. Her dark hair fell around her face. When they got out of the car she walked behind them. She wasn't all that sure she was supposed to or not.

She heard the leader ask for a Benito. Was he another leader? She stepped lightly and silently behind everyone. Barley being noticed, or so she hoped. It seemed as though these two men had tempers and were agitated by her for some reason, she wasn't sure why. Although she trusted the leader. She felt drawn to him. Like a long lost family member, although she knew that was impossible. Perhaps that was just the kind of person he was, although she doubted that.

[Cinlass]

Cinlass wasn't use to driving cars so speed was a fun thing for him.As he pulled up to the residence he nearly barreled into Zarrick's car.His brothren wasn't weak but he was sometimes to soft hearted but deadly all the same.

Cinlass got out of the car and stood firm to his six foot eight inch height.He didn't care if people found his size intimidating.He knew that he had no emotion for what he did in a fight.He knew he would gladly skin them alive and boil them in hot oil.

Cinlass followed behind Zarrick.Not because he considered him a leader but just because he had no idea where he was going.And right this minute at this place he felt would be bad for Zarrick if he would start a fight like he had before at the Annex house.So he followed stoiclly and deathly quiet.

[alteredone]

O.O.C. there ya'll im back, and now we can proceed to let me speak for myself. sorry about that, i just hadnt checked in a while cuz of dierdra being gone. zarick informed me that we are back to posting, and this is the earliest time that i could do it. my new job works me close to 40 hours a week, and i still got school. so yah. sorry. anyways on with the storytelling

I.C. Xanith was just particularily quiet. he was quite happy to be just a spectator to this scene. as Zarick sped up and told the guardkeeper to "open the damned gate" then pulled up and into the Senfetti residence.

He didnt understand why, but he was feeling very confused about how he felt. there was something pulling at him, and he didnt know what it was or where it came from. it started with Cinlass saying that i would have incinerated the newbie. i would have done no such thing! my thoughts roared within my head. Just because I vaporized that damned little boy you think that I'm gonna be stupid and do it again. I'm wearing gloves now. It was so harsh, and it sounded like I was trying to argue with something. What it was I dont know. Maybe it was myself. That I was trying to convince myself that I really wouldn't vaporize another person. If only I knew.

Now here we were standing in the courtyard of this beautiful mansion. Xanith could merely admire it for a split second. The wonderful flower displays that were so carefully maintained, and the exquistely manicured lawn. All of it done by the servants and all of it so beautiful. We, that is our little parade that was our group, followed the headguard, a relative idoit fit for the role of clown or maybe lion food at the circus, into the spacious foyer of the mansion.

O.O.C. im sorry again guys. i hope this helps to make up some. and Cin about the invitation you extended my way im looking forward to it. i looked at it once at school but couldn't do more than glance. it looks interesting. so im in if you'll have me. i missed you guys. ha so ill post more later.

[Marco Senfetti]

After hearing the news about Benito, he rushed to find out what exactly happened. When arriving there, he found his master sleeping. He didn't want to disturb him from his slumber so he decided not to wake him.

" When you awake my master, I shall find out what happened and then I shall find out who did that to you and make them pay."

He was getting madder by the minute.*Gripping his katana and almost breaking the hilt of it* then turned around and went to his room for some rest.

[Isabella Rastafari]

*She awoke just as the moon completed its ascension into the sky and the sun was safely buried by darkness for the night. Stretching out her long languid limbs, she reached over in the bed to for Benito but realised quickly that she was alone. Sighing in frustration, she sat up and peered around the dark bedroom. The closet door was open, and judging by the gap in his row of suits, shirts and jackets, there were some clothes missing from Benitos’ wardrobe. With her brow furrowing in confusion, Isabella sat up and reached out for the lamp beside the bed. Clicking the switch, the room was suddenly bathed in soft rosy light and she was now able to see the note that had been left on his pillow with a single red rose. With a heavy heart, she plucked up the note with long, shaking fingers and began to read.

~M’love, another call came from Africa while you were sleeping and I did not have the heart to wake you. I will not bore you with the details, but please rest assured that I have no choice but to go there immediately. I have spent too much time and money on this dig to lose the artefacts now, and must go to protect what we have been working for. I know the timing could not be much worse, but I am confident you will be able to handle the meeting with the other clan leaders and begin to plot the war against our Enemy. Forgive my sudden departure. You will be with me in my heart and in my thoughts. I will call you as soon as I am able. Your lover – Benito.~

Letting out a long, low, shallow breath, Isabella threw the note on to the floor as she sagged back onto the satin pillows. He had left her! Again! She felt a deep growl reverberate throughout her throat, and she snarled as she ripped the sheets off her naked frame with long talons and threw the tangled sheets onto the floor. Slipping off the bed, she stalked to the other side of his wardrobe and began rifling through her small amount of clothes for something appropriate to wear to chair such a meeting.

Half an hour later, she emerged from Benito’s suite wearing a black tailored suit with dark red pinstripes. The jacket cinched in at her waist, highlighting her hourglass figure, while the dark red camisole she wore under the jacket gave just the right hint of femininity. Her long, straight jet black hair hung down her waist and her dark red high heeled boots clicked on the marble floor as she made her way down the stairs and into the foyer. Benitos’ servants rushed to bow to her and after three of them calling her mistress, it became clear that Benito had left her in charge of his whole estate in his absence. Nodding briskly to one of Benitos butlers, she purred

~The meeting will be starting at 9pm sharp in the library. I will need tables and chairs set out for our guests. Tell the other clan leaders not to be late. Till then, I do not wish to be disturbed. ~

She made her way to Benitos study and closed the door behind her. For the next hour she rifled through his papers, trying to find as much information about the Enemy as she could. Finally, satisfied with her research, she collected all the papers into a small manila folder and walked toward the door. Hanging on the wall beside the door was a small frame, and it was only when she looked closer did she realise it was a drawing of herself that Benito had drawn when they had first fallen in love. His talent as an artist and his obvious love for his subject made the drawing truly beautiful and Isabella’s cold heart ached for him as she thought of him so many miles away. The chiming grandfather clock in the hall told her that it was now 9pm however, so she clutched her folder to her chest and made her way quickly to the Library to wait for the others. *

[Zarick Gunn]

Some time during the night, before Benito left, Zarick had decided to change. He had changed into a black zoot suite with red pinstripes, a blood red shirt and a black tie. He also chose to keep his necklace on the outside of his suit. Zarick re-entered the mansion without so much as a word from any of the servants. They're learning, Zarick laughed to himself. After he was ready for the meeting he re-perched himself atop the windowsill.

Zarick must have fell asleep as Benito left, because he never heard him leave. As Zarick woke he saw one of Benito's servants approaching him and his little group. What he said next angered Zarick. "Benito has left, but the meeting will still be conducted by Lady Isabella at 9:00 pm." The servant informed the group. Immediately after the servant delivered the message Zarick dropped the rather great distance from his perch to right infront of the man. As his feet would have normaly hit the ground he turned into his gaseous form and appeared to fall through the floor. Zarick solidified behind the servant as he turned. "Are you telling me that Benito called this meeting and then left? Has he no respect for us?" Zarick's impressively large fangs were barred as he spoke.

As the servant left Zarick turned to Cinlass, "I doubt you would want to take part in the meeting, so far it promises to be quite mundane. If you and the others wish to leave for some time then feel free, but if I call you must be back immediately." The last part was directed more at the others than at Cinlass, since he knew Cin would most likely stay here and amuse himself.

As the bell tolled 9:00 pm, Zarick made his way to the library. He ended up walking through the door before the last chime. Zarick looked to Isabella then remembered he had not properly introduced himself. "Forgive my previous absentmindedness. I am Zarick, leader of the Annex Clan. You have our backing, including my one of my latest acquisitions. A vampire-preist, but I do request one thing. I want the Pope, I want permission from Benito to hunt the Pope, since it his his territory." The way in which Zarick asked for permission made it clear that he was asking out of respect for Benito not fear of him.

[Marco Senfetti]

*When he woke up he decided that he should go and talk to Benito. He arrived at his bedroom door and knocked. Nobody answered so Marco knocked again. When nobody answered again, he walked around the mansion and seen Isabella walking to the library. He quickly walked up to her before he could loose her.*

"Isabella, where is my master? I havent seen him around for awhile and I'm starting to worry. The reason is that I heard about the incendent last time and I feel as if he needs me.

*He watched Isabella as she looked at him with a suprised manner for not really talking to her before.*

[sage]

Ivy sat in the court yard completly lost. She had no idea who anyone was or what was happening. So she decided to do the safest thing. Site and distrub no one. Or so she hoped.

[Isabella Rastafari]

*Just before she entered the library, Marco found her and immediately began to ask where his Master was.

~You will have to ask him yourself Marco..~ she growled. ~All I know is he had to leave.. so he did.. leaving me with all this!~ She sighed and pushed open the heavy mahogany doors. Nodding her approval at the row of red velvet chairs that had been placed around the large dark oak table, Isabella placed the folder at the head of the table but did not sit down immediately. Instead, she wandered over to the shelves to see if Benito had added anything to his library in her absence. Within minutes she heard the door open as Zarrick arrived. Isabella rolled her pale violet eyes towards Zarrick and rested them on him as she smiled at him cooly. She nodded at his introduction, offering her own hand as she murmured

~I am Isabella Rastafari, Leader of the First Blood Clan. While my base is in Australia, I have come to Rome for the same reason you have I assume. To eradicate the world of the filth known as The Enemy before they attempt to do the same to us.. I will speak more of that at the meeting, which I’m assuming, others will be attending? Till then…. The matter of the Pope..~ she paused, as if mulling things over befoe she turned to look at Zarrick again.

~Although I would be happy to see his throat slit and his worshippers drowning in his blood, I do think it is not my call to make. Speaking of calls though, as soon as I am able to speak to Benito, I will pass on your request and see what he makes of it. Fair enough?~

Without waiting for an answer, she flipped her long dark hair over her shoulder and walked back to her seat. Sitting down, she looked at the door, then at the large clock in the corner. It read 9:05pm.

~If the others don’t arrive soon, it might be just you and I Zarrick..~ she smiled again, this time allowing the tips of her fangs to show slightly, glimmering in the faint light of the library. *

[Cinlass]

Cinlass knew what Zarrick had said wasn't directed at him.Because he knew that Zarrick knew that even though there was a friendship that Cinlass was a monster at heart and would have no emotion about ripping anyones head off even Zarricks.But currently him and Zarrick where the two leaders of the Annex clan.

Cinlass went to the car and grabbed the bag he ha d thrown in there.He walked into the mansion.'Where 'tis a gaderobe."He said firmly to a butler.The butler looked confused."Where 'tis yer damned bathrooms."Cinlass repeated.The butler pointed out one down the hall.Cinlass nodded and walked into the exquisite bathroom.

It was beautiful but way to much for his taste.Even though his castle in Scotland use to be exquisite this was to much.To much Roman.

Cinlass ignored the surroundings and changed into a pair of black leather trews.He stretched a satin black dress shirt with ivory buttons and cuff links over his massive chest.It was hard to find clothes to fit a 6'8" tall man.He finished the outfit off with his leather boots he has had for years.

He looked himself over in the mirror.A look of distaste settled on his face.He reached up and ripped the sleeves off the shirt.This left his steel like muscled arms bare to the world.He took golden arm bands from his bag that showed his laird-ship and placed them over the steel like muscles on his biceps.

He tied his long blonde hair back with a black that matched the shirt.It showed of the his sculpted face and ice blue eyes.He looked himself over in the mirror.He nodded his approval and walked out of the bathroom.

He walked to the room he had watched Zarrick go into.Cinlass wanted to amuse himself with this petty meeting.He threw the doors open like he owned the place.That was because he really for some reason didn't care who owned the place.If the owner wished to cause him pain.By God let him.Cinlass loved the feel of pain.It was a turn on.

He gave a nefarious smile to everyone in the room.

"I hope I nae be late."His brogue was deep and rough just like him.

[Benito Senfetti]

His briefing had run late but it was a briefing that was needed for the meeting that he had set up among the clans. He wasnt one for world domination but the fact that he had to make secondary plans to replace human power with vampires was something that he couldnt avoid. He had only hoped that with the base plan of his the other clans would be able to come up with something that completely throw off the enemy and destroy them for the time being.

Finally he was ready, he had no documents nor pieces of paper but rather a wealth of knowledge from his highly funded excavations and the books which his clan owned and kept from a time that no other clan could trace back in time. He kept this all only to convince himself that things could be saved for everyone of his bretheren.

His coat was placed on his arms and around his shoulders. He sighed then and walked the hallways with his armed guards to his personal family library. Entering through the door he walked to the middle of the room and let his dark eyes look about for awhile.

"Not exactly what I had expected when I had called everyone but my own absenses are of note here also. I am ready now if all of you are ready for this. This plan is of the utmost importance if we are to survive in the human's world and the faster we get on this, the better it will be for all."

[Zarick Gunn]

Zarick now allowed himself to take in his surroundings, including Isabella. The library was quite impressive, it held documents that appeared to date fairly far back. "Yes, of course it would require Benito's authorization, until then I shall wait. As for our clans being the only ones, I'm sure our collective strength would prove overwhelming." Zarick gave a confident smile, letting his oversized fangs be visible. As he was about to take a seat, Cinlass threw open the doors and strode in. "Ah, this would be Cinlass, second in the Annex clan." Then Zarick turned to Cinlass and motioned toward Isabella. "And Cin, this would be Isabella, leader of the First Blood."

Almost immediately after Zarick stopped speaking, none other than Benito himself entered the room. "Benito, how nice of you to join us. I might as well re-introduce myself, I am Zarick Gunn, leader of the Annex clan. No doubt you don't remember me from years back, but at this time it is of no importance. Before this meeting gets underway, I'd like to take you up on your previous offer, though I have no need for money. Instead, what I wish is to hunt the pope, and anyother religious figure that gets between myself and the pope."

Without waiting for an answer Zarick continued while he had temporary control of the meeting. "I don't know if this is of any use..." Zarick then removed from his pocket a piece of paper with a phone number and a name on it, "Illuminix." He then set it on the table for any of the others to look at it, Zarick already had the number programed into his phone and another copy of it at the Playhouse. "Now if this is what I think, then....." Zarick purposely paused to see if anyone would confirm his suspicion.

[Isabella Rastafari]

*Isabella had only just settled down in her chair when the doors were thrown open and a rather large vampire dressed entirely in black, strode into the library as though he owned the place. His bravado was made even more amusing by the fact that he was quickly followed by the man that actually did own the place – Benito himself.

Isabella felt her throat go instantly dry as her violet eyes cooled considerably, burning a now ice blue that resembled Benito’s own. Swallowing several times although it was not truly necessary, Isabella stared at Benito for a few minute, willing him to look at her. But he did not.

The fact that he did not address her personally or even acknowledge her presence only infuriated her more than she had already been, due to his unexpected disappearance. Tapping her long blood red nails on the table in front of her, Isabella murmered ~How nice of you to attend your own meeting lover..~ before she sat back and watched the others greet Benito. *