The Senfetti Residence

[Benito Senfetti]

Benito's eyes travelled from his chatty guest to the piece of paper which had no never mind to him and yet had some unrelenting nagging in his mind. Unfortunately Benito's involvement with many important matters had left his memory of many different encounters with his father about such things foggy. Finally as Benito took in a breath his form disappeared like smoke blowing in the library, his form reappeared behind Isabella where his lips made warm contact with the pale flesh of her neck. Benito then leaned up into her ear.

"It is good to be here my love.." Benito then stood up and straightened the suitcoat around him as he looked at the rest of them in address, "Here in Italia we prefer to begin such meetings with greetings but I see that I will not even have to announce myself. Zarick, you would be correct in assuming that I cannot recall our past meeting but I do hope it wasnt too unpleasant. Your plans are quite acceptable. The Catholics mark us with suspicion and I have no doubt that some of the Enemy's funding if not most of it may come from right down from my hill. They believe we are the unforgiven sons and daughters of Cain whom killed his brother Abel and was cursed to walk the earth. That is of no nevermind however just get it done. I had hoped that the fourth clan would be here but I guess this is a good start."

Benito's hands rested on Isabella's shoulders in an amazingly gentle carress his fingers running down further onto her chest as they rested gently, "Well if all other pressing matters are done, I would love to begin informing you of the total situation and the plans I have for everything, with, of course, your permission?"

[Isabella Rastafari]

*Finally, a cool almost serene smile creased those dark sensuous lips of hers, as his own lips found the skin on her neck with a gentle caress. She leaned her head back slightly so that it was almost resting against his toned abdomen as he stood behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders, his fingers draped over her cool skin.

Listening to his words, she nodded slowly, her words so soft, only he could hear them. . ~It is good to have you back, in your rightful place..~ Before raising her voice to add her own contribution.

~The Enemy must be stopped… in Australia, they are breeding and growing like the plague.. a plague of our existence. I have left my sister Rose there, in charge of the Pack.. and as soon as something is decided upon here at this meeting, I have made plans to notify Rose of our intentions so that they can be put into place immediately. One idea that we have been toying with is the idea of infecting the water supply in Sydney, mainly in the area of the headquarters of the Enemy. While other humans would die, we really can not see much of a drawback with our plan, but I am eager to hear what the other clans have to say on the subject.~

She fell silent, with that same cool smile creasing her dark lips as her violet orbs flickered around the room, waiting to see who would speak next.*

[Catrux]

Zarick nodded as Benito gave him permission to fulfill his goal. He listened to Isabella's plan, which at first seemed as though it would work, except for the possibility of them having their own water supply or they treat and test the water themselves, immediately, Zarick spoke up with his concerns. "If these pests have the resources to attack us, than what is to say they don't have the resources to treat and test their water before using it, or that they don't have their own supply?" Zarick's tone was not a challenging one but one that showed he was trying to get to the best possible solution.

He knew that he could not just keep tearing down the ideas of the others, he had to build too. Zarick walked over to a bookshelf, facing away from the others and slowly ran a hand through his hair. He was the newest clan leader here, he wanted to earn some respect, show them he isn't just a thug, he needed to come up with an idea. It didn't take long for one to half formulate, one that he thought could work.....but it needed somthing more. "How about we draw them out? If they know where your home is..." He then turned to Isabella, "then maybe we can use that, maybe we can try an lure them to a trap. All we need to do is some how pass them some false information through a third party, and there we will be poised to exterminate the bastards."

It wasn't much, but at least it was somthing. Zarick then looked at Benito, "Yes, please do continue."

[Benito Senfetti]

Benito's eyes were on Zarick as he spoke, taking every word he had to say politely and calculating on how it would fit into the plan that he had spent tireless months preparing to display to his fellow clan leaders. Benito thought for a moment as it was his turn to speak getting everything he wanted to say in order in his mind before it even reached his lips.

"The enemy's activities have become increasingly violent, this not only means that they are on their last line of attack but it also means they are executing final plans to finalize our revelation. We cannot allow them to win this battle. Seperated we are nothing but working together..Well face it we control the entire planet. We are going to hit them on all fronts. My clan is already preparing to release information to the governments that we are affiliated with for developing armor and what not to mark the organization as a nut house for cultist terrorists. If we can discredit them then no one will ever believe what they have to say even if they do uncover our past. Second we secure the four great temples buried around the world from our past eras of dominance and glory, this will ensure that incase someone does believe them they cannot get the most concrete of evidence from the temples. And the third prong of our own attack is just that an attack. We open up in small skirmishes on all fronts attacking and kill every single on of those mortal fools," Benito's eyes flared up into the intence light blue glow and his fangs extended as he forced the angered words from his mouth, "I want all of them Destroyed!"

Benito's eyes finally calmed and his fangs discontinued to be lengthened. Benito cleared his throat finally and calmed down, he looked down at Isabella then at Zarick again, "So.."

[Isabella Rastafari]

*Isabella arched a slender dark brow as she turned her cool violet gaze upon Zarick. She was not used to having her opinion challenged, especially not so openly and by a man she hardly knew. Speaking in an icy tone, as cold as her eyes she murmured

~The water supply in Australia is dwindling to the point that most states are drinking recycled water that has already been through every test and refining material known to man. There is no reason for Perry to test the water any further.. besides, even if there were by some stretch of the imagination, I have several men “inside” the Enemy who could easily bypass any protective measures put into place. Please don’t assume that just because I happen to be the only female in the room I would be foolish enough to suggest a plan I had not spent many hours contemplating.~]

Feeling her anger rise, she pushed her chair back from the table and stood up to stretch her legs.

~As for your “plan” to use my lair as a place to lure them into a trap? The Enemy have just recently launched an attack on my home, an attack that was foiled but was costly to both sides, if even only financially for us. While I see the concept of your plan, and think it could work in theory, I think it would only serve to wipe a handful of them out, if we were to be successful. Perry and I have fought many times before and I know how he operates. He would only send a handful of his people, though they would undoubtedly be his best.~ she shook her head. ~No, I’m sorry but I still prefer my plan. At least I can infect a larger number of the human shitbags..~

Pacing around the room while she listened to Benito speak, Isabella nodded as he mentioned the third part of his plan.

~Well I am more than happy to launch attacks on the Sydney branch of the Enemy, and I think my plan is worth at least a shot..~ she was aware in the back of her skull of a slight crawling sensation as Rose was calling out to her, and she nodded absently as she fished her cell phone out of the pocket of her tight tailored pants. ~I have the people in place to put my plan into action, so why waste the time? If neither of you object..?~ she left the question hanging in the air for a few moments before she nodded and said ~Very well, if you will excuse me gentlemen.. I have a call to make.~

She did not leave the room, merely moved away from both men slightly so that she could have a bit more quiet while she called Rose. Pressing the keys to bring up Roses name in her directory, Isabella hit call and waited. Soon, the familiar ringing tone buzzed in her ear as she waited for Rose to answer.

((RPing session between Rose and Isabella: ))

[† The Jaxness †]

Sitting contently on the leather of the back seat of the Bentley in which she was being transported in, she gave a deep sigh of frustration. As the new leader of the Crown Clan, she had many thing yet to be finished in England. Cleaning up the mess the previous leader had left her, she had only just begun re-organizing the underground weaponry sales, and with her hate for guns, it was enough to put her on edge. But as the clan had no other ways of profit, she would have to worry about replacing the means of income later. The clubs had already been taken care of. Several of the bouncers had to be replaced, as they had been caught using their powers of allurement on the movie stars, fulfilling their guilty pleasures on camera. She had seen it as an attempt to mock her since she had so recently replaced Dierdra. To them, she had, as of yet, not shown the capabilities necessary to run such a clan. Not one to take such lack of respect lightly, she had them reprimanded in her own twisted ways, making sure they wouldnt be making the same mistake twice. But now, as she was pulled from her duties of reconstruction, she was here in Italy as Benito has requested. His fax was short but to the point. A threat to the race's existance was of most importance, and Raquel was forced to put her clan's problems aside for the time being.

As they pulled into the long drive, the Senfetti mansion came into view. Slowly advancing up the red-stone road, they passed the black iron fence, undoubtedly opened even as they were arriving so late. Having come on short notice, the Bentley was the best means of transportation that she could get her hands on. Her own stock of cars back in England, she decided it would suit the job it was needed for, even if her tastes were usually more expensive. The only noise she heard was the soft hum of the engine, though as they neared their destination, her strengthened senses brought her to hear voices coming from inside the house. Passing stone fountains and a maze of hedges, she merely surveyed them like someone who had a trained eye for art and beauty. And though her own home had similar decorations, she had to hand it to the garden work, as it was definately up to par with the rumored beauty of Italy.

Pulling up in front of the mansion, they came to a stop at the entrance leading to the front door. The driver immediately jumped out after putting the car in park, coming around to open the door for her. Swinging her legs over the seat and onto the ground, her heavy boots made a dull thud on the stone path. Standing up to a rather short 5'7'', she looked down to smooth out her attire. A pair of heavy black boots covered her feet, the tops of which were slightly covered by the hems of her baggy black pants. Not so baggy as so they dragged the ground, but comfortably loose, held securely at her waist by a black leather belt. Raquel learned over the years that you couldn't fight successfully in a tight corset or dress, and so she made the necessary changes to her wardrobe. Finishing off the ensemble was a tight black tank-top, fit like a second skin, cut low enough so that her voluptuous chest was apparent to any roaming eyes. Even though her feminine level was knocked down several knoches by her fighting habits, the history of her 1st life gave her the itch to hold onto her erotic disposition. She didnt much look to fit the part of a clan leader, but dressing to fit her title wasnt at the top of her list of priorities. Such a matter of importance would usually call for her to "dress-up", especially for an occasion calling her to such a lavish country, but the lack of time sent her off dressed for comfort rather then for appearance's sake.

Walking up to the door, she took no notice of her 2 bodyguards getting out of the car with her, she knew instinctively that they were there, their duties were to always remain by her side. They escorted her everywhere, now walking behind her on either side as she came up the steps of the entrance. Her pin straight, dark brown hair normally fell just past her shoulder blades, but at such a quick pace, it flowed out behind her, the glossy silken strands reflecting off of the moon's light. Coming to a stop a foot away from the door, she held her hands behind her back, her left hand clasping onto her right wrist. Turning her head to the right, her dark brown eyes, almost the exact color of her hair, were layed on her right hand man, Vane. With trained obedience and respect, the one glance was enough to send his body-builder physique down on one knee, his head bowed in respect as he awaited her request.

"Maintiennent vos yeux ouverts, et ne parlent pas à moins que vous soyez parlés à, comprennent ?"

She spoke in a rapid and fluent tongue, and he gave her a silent nod of understanding before standing up straight again, his eyes scanning the area even as his head stayed transfixed in one spot. She turned her gaze forward once more, bringing her right hand up. She laid 3 heavy knocks to the door before replacing her hand behind her back, waiting for someone to answer.

[Benito Senfetti]

Benito was patient even as his lover was raving over what Zarick had to say, he was cool, calm as he normally was. Benito grinned only slightly over his lover's anger which more excited him than disturbed him. As Isabella was finished and moved to talk on the phone, Benito again turned his attention to Zarick whom did not answer to his plans just yet, giving him time to think Benito turned his attention to a servant who came into the door and bowed low.

"My lord, Her Ladyship from the Crown Clan has arrived for the meeting.." The servant spoke low and Benito nodded waving him off. Benito then turned to Zarick and Isabella, "Excuse me, I'll be right back" Benito turned swiftly and left the library and went to the front door, he opened the door to greet his new guest.

Benito bowed low and then stood straight with a smile, "Bonjour et est bienvenue à mon état. Je vous félicite de votre succès récent et merci pour assister à cette réunion importante." Benito knew just about all important news dealing with the clans when it happened so he had already been briefed generally on this new clan leader.

[† The Jaxness †]

Shortly after she knocked on the large front door, it was answered by a rather dashing looking vampire, no doubt Benito himself. Trying her best, she smiled warmly at his bow before he greeted her to his estate. Holding her hands behind her back, she responded with a slight bow of her head to return his well deserved respect. Though she was rather under-dressed for the occasion, she had never failed to show manners, especially in front of such a good looking creature as this.

Stepping into the opened doorway, her boots made dull thuds on the marble floor as she looked around the entrance area, noting that noise was coming from a room nearby. After a brief examination of her surroundings, she turned around to make sure her 2 bodyguards were right behind her and to flash a rather playful smile at her host. Cocking her head to one side, she brought up one hand to play with a loose thread on her shirt, exceptionally close to the low neckline. She had heard of the clan leader and his intimacy with Isabella Rastafari, but it was in her background and no doubt in her nature to be flirtatious.

"Mr. Senfetti, Je fais des excuses pour mon arrivée tardive. Ma situation de déplacement était hors de mes mains, autrement, J'aurais été plus prompt. J'espère que je n'ai manqué rien d'importance ?"

Slightly batting her long lashes, she gave him one last seductive smile, sure to show a bit of fang, before awaiting his response.

[Benito Senfetti]

A smiled at her manners as he was much appreciative of following a certain code of them. As she spoke once again he smiled and shook his head in reponse to tell her it was alright.

"D'abord ma dame, appelez-moi Benito s'il vous plaît. Votre arrivée est parfaite. Venez à l'intérieur s'il vous plaît et nous continuerons la réunion." Benito spoke once again in her native tongue since he was versed in most Latin based languages including Latin itself. Benito offered his hand to her as he stood there turning his head to indicate where exactly they were going. Benito was a gracious host to his fellow bretheren and all he wished for was a dominance or a peace between the vampiric kind and the human kind.

[Isabella Rastafari]

*Saying goodbye to Rose, Isabella thanked her for moving to put her plan into place as soon as possible. Snapping the phone shut with a satisfactory smirk upon her dark lips, Isabella slipped the phone into the narrow pocket of her pants and looked over to the vampire that had introduced himself as Zarick.

He had not made a comment since her last scathing attack upon his earlier opinions, and she stood there for a few moments, waiting expectantly for him to respond. When he did not, she sighed and shrugged, muttering ~excuse me..~ as she exited the room.

Her heels clicked across the marble floor as she made her way out into the main foyer. Benito was standing there, holding hands with another female vampire she had never seen before. The female was all simpering smiles and fluttering eyelashes and Isabella felt her blood begin to boil in her veins.

Screeching to a halt, she folded her arms in front of her chest and fixed a cool smile upon her dark lips.

~Well well, isn’t this cosy then?~ her violet orbs began to glow slightly as they sought out Benitos blue ones with an icy stare, before they trailed over the form of the latest arrival. Dismissing her as any real threat, Isabella yawned loudly and snarled

~Forgive me for speaking something as boring as English, but I was never fortunate enough to develop a taste for the French. I prefer the spiciness of Italians, though they too can be a tad over indulgent sometimes.. ~ without another word, she turned on her heel, flicking her long dark hair over her shoulder as she stalked back into the library. Taking her seat at the table, she glanced over at Zarick.

~The other clan leader has arrived.. and what joy.. she’s French.~ Running her fingers through her long dark locks, Isabella sat back in her chair and waited for Benito and the French chick to make their way to the library.*

[Zarick Gunn]

(If everyone would rather Zarick stay in the meeting perhaps somthing can persuade him to other wise I would like to get the confrontation with him and the Enemy started asap)

At first Zarick was angered by the way Isabella reacted, but soon remembered that she was spoiled. She had Benito who was one of the strongest Vamps all but wrapped around her finger, so she was used to getting her way, with out any confrontation. He merely allowed her to rant and accuse him of being sexist, she truely was a pathetic brat having to accuse instead of listening to what another had to say. Instead of playing sinking to her childish level, Zarick remained quiet.

Isabella then left the room for a moment, toward Benito's voice no doubt. Laughing, Zarick shook his head, he knew neither of the other leaders held much if any respect for him. Not long after she left did Isabella return, informing him that the other leader was here and that she was french. Immediately, he wondered what had happened to Dierdra. "Screw the French, and the English too for that matter." His distaste for the French came from his life in America, while his dislike for the English came from his Scottish heritage. He doubted that Isabella would take his comment seriously, or even pay attention to it for that matter.

Zarick's phone began vibrating, it had to be important other wise no one in his clan would dare call him while he was meeting with the other leaders. Deftly, Zarick flipped open the phone and put it up to his ear. "What?" was all that came out of Zarick's mouth before one of his underlings relayed the information he had set them out to uncover. "Alright." Zarick replyed once the vamp had finished telling him what he needed. The vampire had found out that Lillith had made it a point to kill those associated with Illuminix, this was all the proof that Zarick needed.

"I have business to attend to back home. Should you need to reach me for some reason..." Zarick then flicked a card into the center of the table, which held his private number. Walking out of the library, Zarick came across Benito and who he assumed to be the new clan leader. "I appologize for having to leave so soon, but situations that I must attend to have arisin back home. I already left my contact information in the library." With that Zarick made his way out, he was sure the rest of his group would not be far behind.

[† The Jaxness †]

She took Benito's hand with a grin, whose skin matched her own being cool to the touch. Dismissing her worries of her late arrival, he invited her to come and and join them for the long awaited meeting. Before she could give her thanks for his gracious manners, a clicking of heels approached. This caused her bodyguards, Vane and Reese, to take several steps closer to her incase their protection was needed. As they were joined by a rather sophistocated looking woman, Raquel immediately assumed her to be Isabella Rastafari. Raising her other hand to motion to her guards that the stranger wasnt a threat, they took a single step back, as if they werent convinced. Isabella's arms were now crossed and she was giving her a rather rude glare, obviously displeased to see her lover accompanied by a woman who's beauty rivaled her own.

She kept the graceful smile upon her lips, by no means bothered by the woman's annoyance. Though she certainly didnt appear so, letting out a rather loud yawn before ranting on about something in English. Being the new leader of the clan in England, she had made it a priority to learn the language, but had found little time to take up the task. She therefore understood little, and only caught a word here and there. She certainly understood "taste for the French", but by the attitude Isabella was throwing at her, she didnt think the 'taste' was a good one. As the woman stalked off, making sure to click her heels and toss her hair, Raquel turned her smile back upon Benito.

"J'espère que je ne l'ai pas gênée. Je ne tire pas des conclusions, mais Isabella Rastafari est plus d'un enfant de mauvais caractère puis un chef respecté."

With a quiet laugh, her eyes gave a slight sparkle, a twinkle in the middle of a dark pupil. Keeping herself from addressing the rude woman's behavior further, she was about to ask in which room the meeting was being held in when they were joined by yet another stranger. Her hearing had caught his footsteps long before he arrived in the foyer, but she had delayed taking her eyes from Benito's as long as she could. After dismissing Vane and Reese's offered protection once more, she turned to the newcomer, trying to catch what he was saying as he spoke rather rapidly. All she managed to catch was something about an apology, he was needed back home, and a library. Getting rather aggravated at herself for missing so much, she set it in her mind to learn that damn language if it killed her. It would not do for her to have to interact with these people if she couldnt understand what they were saying.

After the man left, she hesitated a moment to see if she was going to be interrupted again. After several seconds of silence, she gave a quiet sigh before turning back towards her host.

"Laissé il n'y ait pas plus retarde. Là où est la réunion?"

[Benito Senfetti]

Benito turned to watch Isabella as she commented on the conversation and he knew how she felt but there was nothing good manners in his heart and nothing else. No doubt this vampire was attractive but Isabella had won his heart already. Benito dismissed her anger as he needed to get this done before there was nothing to protect anymore. Gripping his new guest's hand lightly he led her along slowly as she began to talk to him again. He smiled cooly even after she drew that conclusion about Isabella. He responded level-headedly as he continued to speak in her native tongue.

"Au contraire ma cher, elle est un grand chef, j'ai peur que ce soit tout de moi. J'ai été plutôt ..méchant.. dans ma vie. Avant que j'étais avec Isabella j'avais un goût pour la chair de femmes tant vampire qu'humain. C'est le passé maintenant. Cette voie à la réunion." Benito said smoothly as he had come to appreciate the french language from his many vacations to the Côte D'Azur during his long and illustrious life.

He led her back to the library letting go of her hand and allowing her to walk inside. He followed behind slowly and his eyes travelled to Isabella quickly the telepathy would be all but aparent.."You need not fear her my love.."

[Isabella Rastafari]

*Isabella chuckled slightly at Zaricks reaction of “screw the French”. ~I think Benito would like to do just that..~ she muttered under her breath as his phone rang and he attended to a phonecall. Within moments he was excusing himself and throwing some sort of buisness card onto the table. Isabella acknowledged his departure with a slightly arched brow as she leant back in her chair and looked up to the ceiling.

She was bored beyond measure. This “grand meeting of the clan leaders” had been an anticlimactic experience which left her feeling disappointed and frustrated. She was still waiting for Sebastion to arrive, and she had also been expecting Anains arrival shortly though both men had let her down, it seemed. Although she was confident in her relationship with Benito, there was still the odd insecurity that he would let her down also. Despite his love for her, he was a renowned ladies man, and it was because of this she had reacted in the manner she had when seeing him so close to the new French leader.

Almost as though she summoned them just by thought alone, Benito appeared at the door with the woman. Isabellas keen eyes took in the way he dropped her hand and allowed her to walk through the door before him. As his thoughts reached her, she laughed out loud as she shot a thought back at him.

~If you think I fear this bitch Benito, then you clearly don’t know me as well as you think you do. The only thing I fear is your proven inability to keep your dick in your pants..~

Smiling sweetly, she fluttered her lashes before her gaze fell upon the new leader. Offering a forced smile she nodded to the woman.

~Forgive my lack of introduction earlier.. I am Isabella Rastafari, Leader of the First Bloods. ~

Her eyes trailed back to Benito as she stood up from the table.

~While I realise you will need to fill her in on the meeting that she missed, those of us who were on time and have already heard what needed to be said have more important things to do… if you don’t need me, I have matters to attend to..?~ She pushed her chair back and flicked her long dark hair over her shoulder as she awaited Benito’s response.*

[† The Jaxness †]

Hearing Benito's explaination for Isabella's jealousy, the smirk on her face couldnt help but get wider. Giving his hand a light squeeze, she let his lead her to the meeting, though he was excellent with his manners as he let her walk through the library doors first. Automatically knowing that Vane and Reese were close behind her, she walked through the doorway to see Isabella already seated at what appeared to be a long conference table. Raquel turned to give one last comment to Benito before everything became business.

"Ah, ainsi vous êtes un mauvais garçon ? Si elle est confiante qu'elle puisse vous manipuler, Isabella devrait n'avoir rien à s'inquiéter pour."

Before she sat down, Isabella let out a rather loud laugh. Turning to Benito to see what was so funny, she only came to witness their eyes were in direct contact. Knowing what must be telepathy, she gave a small shrug of the shoulders, not in the least disturbed by someone's willingness to no doubt talk about her behind her back. It had happened to her many times before, in her first life as well as her second. But for all the rude and uncouth people who had the balls to say the unneccesary, her coming to power had no doubt taken care of their sad mistakes.

Returning the forced smile that the woman threw at her, she took her place at the table, opposite Isabella's side, several seats down. Vane and Reese followed promptly after, standing a foot behind her chair on both sides. Once again, she was confronted with English, but she caught enough to understand a majority of the words. She had done her research and remembered which leaders were in charge of which clans, so she automatically knew how to reply. Translating it into English was going to be the tough part.

"Nice to see you. I learn many things of your reputation, and it follows you. I am Raquel Macabre, head of the Crown Clan."

Hoping she had not screwed that up as badly as she thought, she knew that she was going to have troubles discussing the matters at hand during the meeting. Her forced smile molding into a flirtatious grin, she turned in Benito's direction. Just as she was about to politely ask him to act as a translator for her assistance, she got as far as "Benito.." before Isabella rudely interrupted her and helped herself to his attention.

Isabella stood up, said several quick sentences, (some of which no doubt acting against Raquel's favor), and tossed her hair over her shoulder, as if waiting to take her leave. She has understood "meeting that it missed", "on time" and "more important things." Coming to realize that Isabella was, in fact, wanting to depart from their precense, her grin grew once more before she stood herself, more to attract attention to what she was going to say then to show respect for Isabella's leaving.

"Certainement, Isabella. Je suis sûr ce Benito, sûrement étant un homme de beaucoup de talents, le bidon me remplissent avec succès dedans sur quelque chose que j'ai manqué."

Then, just realizing that she had forgotten Isabella's lacking ability to speak her beautiful language, she turned to smile sweetly at Benito, batting her eyelashes and dipping her shoulders in an attempt at a half bow. More so to allow her cleavage to be all the more noticable to his "ladies man" mindset.

"Benito, pourriez-vous être un chéri et traduire cela à notre cher Isabella ? Je semble avoir oublié qu'elle ne peut pas concurrencer vos talents de parler ma langue."