Playhouse Annex

[Catrux]

Zarick glared into the woman's eyes, then her words dawned on him. They were leaderless....he had the chance to shape his own clan. This was no opprotunity he would let pass.

"You had best show more respect to your leader. You may have just spat at your leader's feet." Zarick spoke with a reagle tone. He walked past her into the front room, his coat flowing at his feet as his boots slapped the ground. He looked around it was a mix-match of vamps still left in the place. He raised his voice so that every Vamp left in the building would hear, in a commanding voice he boomed "I am Zarick! I was not sent, but I am better than any Lillith could send! We the out-cast, the unwanted, and the abused shall become the feared. I shall lead you, together we shall rise! It is time for the abused to do the abusing! What say you?" He lowered his head and grinned bearing his large fangs.

Looking around he threw off his coat, revealing the two swords and scythes he carried. "First we must find a more suitable place to live, this one has too many links to the past, too many bad memories to start anew in. Tomarrow we will search, untill we find a place this must be our home. Tonight we feed! All who wish to follow may do so."

He looked back at the amber-eyed vampire that answered the door, "Is that answer enough for you?" Zarick laughed sadisticaly. "We need more vampires, I musn't get ahead of myself, I dont even know if I have any yet."

Finaly my time has come.

[Catrux]

"I am going to hunt, any who wish to join me may do so. Those of you who are unconvinced of my abilities may want to come and watch, or just watch the news later." Another sadistic grin spread across Zarick's face. He always disliked any person who claimed to be holy, tonight he would let his pent up anger out. It would be a blaze of fury, much blood will be spilt. He replaced his coat upon himself and walked out, calling back "Last chance to witness for your self, and maybe even partake. Any takers?" He didn't bother to look back, whether any followed or not didn't matter to him. They would soon learn.

He reached the church and found he was unable to remember the walk there. I must have been more absorbed in thought than I realized. Oh but what wonderful thoughts they were. Now I get to make them....reality.

He opened the door to the church, it was quite large so it employed many priests. He noted the stained glass all over the church coupled by crosses, and other pieces to pay homage to the false god. He noticed every aspect of the church right down to how tall the candle by the altar was. After he was done glancing around the church, he walked into the confessional.

"Hello my son, tell me what you seek forgiveness for." Zarick noticed the priest was in his 50's, not very appetizing but still fine to kill. "Many things I seek the lords forgiveness for," he was almost unable to hide his contempt for the so called god, "first let me start with the most recent. I brought about the deaths of many priests."

"This is a most grievous thing you have done my son....I must apologize but I can't help but wonder where you killed these priests."

"Right here." Zarick snarled, putting his hand through the divider between him and the priest. He pulled the man towards him and slit his throat with a flick of his scythe. After he was sure the man was dead, he walked out of the confessional and eyed up his next victim. It was a young man probably new to the priesthood. "You poor boy, you should have picked a different profession," Zarick mocked.

He lunged at the young priest and sank his teeth immediately into his neck. The priest was too stunned to put up a fight. Two more priests and possibly some nuns around here yet. He had gone to this church before and counted how many priests he had seen, there were four. He didn't bother to count the Nuns, he figured if any were there they would pose no threat. He had even considered leaving them alive to find the bodies, but decided it better to kill them all. There are two more priests left in here, the head priest and one more. He would leave the top priest for last.

Out of the corner of his eye, Zarick noticed the one priest trying to sneak out of the church. Zarick walked towards him, knowing the man would never reach the door in time. The priest tried hiding behind on of the pew’s, on his hands and knees. Zarick couldn’t help but laugh at the man’s feeble attempt to save his own life. Zarick approached him, stood at the man’s side and cocked his head at the priest. Once the priest looked up at him, he kicked him in the ribs with his heavy boot, feeling bones break. The priest rolled over and coughed, spewing forth blood. Zarick coldly reached for the man’s throat, and picked him up, still holding him by the throat. The priest began praying, beseeching his false god. “If your god,” Zarick spat the last word before continuing, “was real I would not have been able to enter it’s sanctuary would I?” The man didn’t have much time to think about this before Zarick tore his windpipe out.

One left, he should still be in his chambers, oblivious to what has just transpired.

He began his walk to the remaining priest’s chambers. The door was locked, maybe he did know what was going on. I wonder what he may be trying to prepare to fend me off, will he be foolish enough to attempt using a cross? Zarick thought it time to find out, and began hacking away at the door, knowing it would be fairly thick. Once he thought the door was weak enough, he put his sword back and kicked down the door. What the priest had was surprising, it was indeed a cross, but it was fashioned into a steak at the bottom. He also noticed the priest was wearing a silver cross with rubies imbedded in it. That shall be my trinket to remind me of this day, of these lives.

“I must give you credit Father, you knew enough to not come at me with a mere cross.” Zarick called him father mockingly.

“Yo....your....your un..unnatural life ends here.” The priest stammered.

Zarick walked into the room, closing the distance between him and the priest. As he neared the priest raised the cross, in an attempt to ward him off. “Pathetic.” Zarick muttered as he tore the cross from the priest’s hands. He pretended to be burning from grasping the cross, and when the priest rushed closer to try and impale him with the cross, Zarick sidestepped and snapped the man’s neck. He was dead before he hit the ground. Zarick reached down, removed the necklace from the priest, and pocketed it. He was about to leave the room when something caught his attention, it was the communion chalice. May as well take it, I hear no objections to my taking of it.

He exited the room with the necklace in his pocket and the communion chalice in hand. Glancing about he noticed no other rooms, the only place hide was now in the sanctuary. He walked through and noticed no others in the church. Satisfied he walked towards the door and noticed the young priest with the bite marks. This could be interesting if it works, a vampire priest. “I will see you soon,” he spoke aloud to the corpse of the young priest. He was about to leave when he noticed the holy water, it was then that a twisted idea entered his mind. Curse the water.

After cursing the water he made his way out (carrying the chalice, necklace and the last priest he killed, to offer to the other vampires in his clan), and back toward the Annex playhouse. He arrived at the doorstep of the playhouse undisturbed. He opened the door and threw the priest into the middle of the room calling to the rest of his clan, “I have brought you the blood of the holy, the righteous! Come and drink of it!” With that he walked off to find the master room, eventually he found it.

He opened the door and walked in placing his coat on the back of a chair. This room needs to change, these red sheets must be changed. Black, I want them black the canopy may stay red.
He also noticed a paper upon the floor, it was from Benito Senfetti asking for a meeting in Rome with all of the clan leaders. It looks like I will be taking a trip to Rome.

Remembering the necklace in his pocket he took it out, broke the cross off the chain and re-attached it up-side down. After his alteration to the necklace was done he put it on.

[Cinlass]

Character Information
Name: Cinlass ( goes by Cin to friends,sounds like Sin)
Annex Clan, Spirito Clan, Crown Clan, First Thirst Clan, Demanders, or The Enemy: None
Age: unknown(appears to be 24)
Weapon Skills (If any): Unarmed, most single to hand and a claymore and throwing knives.
Special Skills (Degrees, special training, etc.): He is fastest documented vampire,increased stregth and a little magik to play with
Ethnicity/Country of Origin: Originated in Scotland.
Describe your C:
Cinlass was born in Scotland during the 9th century.He was raised to be a great laird and awsome claymore fighter.He was breed to war.And war was what he was going to do.He trained hard every day.He was nearly unstoppable with his claymore.

One day when he was sixteen Cinlass's father murdered Cinlass's mother,brothers,and sisters.Cinlass had to go for a walk so he walked around the hills of Caithness,in the highlands of Scotland.A battle broke out in his village while he was walking.He felt bad that he couldn't do anything at the age of sixteen.These were the McRectick Clan.One ofthe most powerful warrior clans in that time.

He dropped to his knees and scream aloud,"Hear me,Odin,I summon the Berserker!I,Cintelta Lassiday Buchanan,offer my life - nay,my soul - for vengeance.I cammnd the Berserker."

The mild wind screamed loudly.His body started to shake violently and at the same time a beautiful lassie came and sank her fangs into his neck.His eyes changed to ice blue.When the lassie stopped drinking she offered him her wrist that she had cut open.He drank from it.He drifted off to sleep.He woke up moments later.When he opened his eyes everything had changed.His vision was more keen then an eagle and hawk combined.He could her the whisper of the cooks at his keep over 68 furlongs away.He could smell the blood on the ground below and the alcohol on the McRectick Clan's breathe.

He stood up and ran towards the battle.In mere seconds he was in the heat of the battel.He slayed over hundreds of the great McRectick warriors.He was now both a vampire and a berserker,which by Scottish forlore says are undefeatable warriors and women say tehy are incompariable lovers.

He lived and is now in a new century trying to get along without making his whole self known to all.This great warrior can tip any scale in honor of his hiring clan.

Cinlass stands at 6'8".His skin is a golden tann and is streched across great masses of muscles.His chest is broad as is his shoulders.His abdomen is a sea of rippling muscle bunched together in perfect harmony,as is his arms and legs.His eyes are now a ice blue which go perfectly with his chisled face and full lips.He drips sexuality and senuality.

As of right now he wears only a black and silver kilt that is held up with a leather strap that goes over his shoulder and across his braod chest.On his hip he carries a pouch and on the other side a claymore.In the strap in a bunch of throwing knives.He wears a kilt beacuse he like to hang heavy and free.

[Cinlass]

Cinlass was walking along the road.The rain beat down unmercifully.The wind seemed to be like a hurricane.His hair blew wildly.The only thing protecting him from the cold was a black and silver kilt and a black satin dress shirt that had been torn on the way to America.He was orginally from Scotland as was the reason he came.Few months ago at the start of the battle he had written to his friend Zarick.He had offered him refuge if he came to America.Cinlass was stubborn though and refused to leave his motherland of Scotland.Until his mother clan had died.Everyone of them was massacred.So he decided that after the changes he had went through with becoming a damned Berseker and a newly found vampire and alos losing his clan that he would take his friend up on the offer.He had been walking for hours even days.The rain had been cold but had now numbed his body as wellas his emotions.He swore that in America he would never love anotehr and never show hapiness,fear,or sadness.He turned towards the building that was marked as Zarick's.He walked up slowly and carefully scanning the whole surrounds.He knocked on the door with great force and confidence.Even though he was worn out he was still prud and still good-looking,weather beaten or not.

[Catrux]

Zarick heard the knock, the confidence behind it reminded him only of Cinlass. Though it had been many years since he had last seen him, much less spoke to him. No, it can't be him, he was to intent on staying in the mother land. Zarick dismissed his previous thoughts of who it was, and ordered one of the other clansmen to answer it.

Despite believing that Cinlass would not have left Scotland, he couldnt help but have his thoughts trail back to his old friend. He was unable to even recall how long it was since he had last spoken with him. The last time I spoke with him was.....when I tried to get him to come over to America.

He heard the one he ordered answer the door, "What do you want?" The vampire snarled. If that was Cinlass, he would be put in his place, and not forget it. Zarick waited hoping it would be Cinlass.

[Cinlass]

Cinlass turned his ice blue eyes to the man that had answered the door.A nefarious smile came to his lips as the man literally yelled 'what do you want ' at him.He took the man by the thoart and lifted to the hieght of 6'8" and looked at him with eye blue eyes.

"I wan' whit ever i wan' when I wan' it is tha' understood young laddie?"He clenched his hand around the mans throat and threw him.He flew smashing into a wall.Cinlass walked up to the man and bent down to him. "Ye ne'er speak tae a laird or a berserker wi' such distaste in yer mouth,ye sickly laddie" He struck the man across the face with the back of his braod hand.

He stood up and crossed his muscled arms over his massive chest.He looked areound the room at where he was.The taste looked like something Zarick would like.they never agreed when it came to archetecture.He smelled the air.It smelled of fresh blood and women.What had his freind been doing in these simple states.

[Zarick Gunn]

"I wan' whit ever i wan' when I wan' it is tha' understood young laddie?"

Zarick, couldn't help but smile, his old friend finally arrived. He began walking to the door when he heard the crash of the unfortunate vampire against the wall. It was somthing Cinlass and Zarick both shared, there distaste for disrespect, and there methods of dealing with such transgressions.

He had reached a hallway that provided a clear view of the proceedings, by no means did he stop anything the vampire needed to learn respect. Cinlass struck the vamp with his large fist, instantly rendering him unconsious.

Zarick stepped out of the hallway into the room where Cinlass stood, arms crossed. "Cin, it has been a long time. Finally you have taken me up on my offer. How is the homeland faring?" His voice started to take on more of his old Scottish accent that had been eroded over the time spent in the US. "Are ye hungry? I can show ya' the best places ta feast. Later I'll show ye ta yer room."

Zarick then turned to the rest of his clan, and said "This is Cinlass, treat him with the same respect you treat me, otherwise he will make you. Right now we are going to feast, any that wish to join may do so just stay out of the way. Otherwise you are free to feed on your own, but remember no live humans inside." With that Zarick began to walk to the door, grabbing his trench coat and another for Cinlass.

"You may want this, we also should get you some more clothes, and anything else you may want."

[alteredone]

This goes back to the entry on Dec 14th,2005 by Catrux and is now through the eyes of the young priest that is too stunned to put up a fight

There was nothing happening at this moment, and Xanith was wondering what priests were supposed to do with their time when they were not busy preparing for a sermon or whatever else it was that they do. He decided to take a walk through the church and think to myself about what it was that drove me to be a priest. It was possibly the most boring way to waste your time in the world. Hardly anybody around, and the only ones that were around were stuffy and quite dreary.

At that exact moment he walked through the Narthex and into the Nave when he heard these odd gasping noises. It sounded like a gargle instead of a gasp, like someone drowning out of water. He couldn't figure out what, or who, it was making such noises. So he walked curiously into the Nave and saw the most terrifying of scenes.

My eyes must be lying to me. I cannot believe this is happening right now. Not here! Oh God! Help me here save me from this fate! A man was standing there with blood dripping down his chin in streaks. He smiled sadistically at me as if he was eying a piece of candy that he might want. I wanted to run, but something about his gaze had penetrated me and taken complete control over my body movements. I could naught but stare at him. He stepped toward me carefully at first as if he was on ice. It must have been to see if I would run, but I could not.

He strode toward me now and muttered with a venom to his voice that poisoned my soul "You poor boy, you should have picked a different profession."

My only thought to that was I know. With one last effort I tried to move. I wanted desperately to move. Please God Please God let me move. God you have forsaken me to this. Why? What have I done? What haven't I done? Please tell me! With that he was upon me. I felt the stab of his incisors in my neck. My arms straight out as he pulled my life from me. I couldn't remember anything other than thinking god if it's the last thing I do I swear I will find a way to forsake all those that have devoted to you their lives. I will make sure that I can take all your blind servants. As he let go I crumpled and fell lifeless to the floor.

After an unknown amount of time I had awoken. With one hell of a headache and a new power coursing through me. I had a knowledge that I hadn't had before he bit me. My limbs were stiff and quite sore. I had assumed that I had been sleeping for a while since this pain was flowing through me. I stumbled through the church and found the closest weapon I could. I was a cross. A Celtic one that was only used for special occasions. I grabbed it because I was not sure if anyone else was here to defend myself from. My hands started to sting when I touched the cross, and when I let go and looked at my hands they had a burn mark on them. The cross fell to the floor with a metallic cling that resounded through the Nave and was probably heard throughout most of the church. I got my gloves from my jacket and put them on, and grabbed the cross again. Ah ha! There we go. No more burning.

I checked the church and was satisfied that there was nobody else here. I left. When I walked outside I was blinded by the sudden change in the light. I took a while to adjust to the light, and thought to myself I definitely need to invest some money into some cheap sunglasses. I walked down the street to a place that I know sells sunglasses. I was greeted there, and purchased a pair of black shades. With that done, I walked to a place that does alterations on clothes. I had them fix my robes that cost a bit of money, but it was quite all right. Now I am a bit more dressed to my new occupation. I wandered around for a little bit, just taking in the outside world. I had never seen the world like this before. It was a new experience to view it through the eyes of a vampire. I now understood that is what I was. I had one goal at this point, and that was to find the spot where my new leader was. That man that bit me was the leader of the Annex Clan, and his name was Zarick. This is the man that I now seek. One thought is coursing through my head and that is Zarick. Zarick. Zarick.

I don't know how, but I knew where I had to go. Still holding the cross that I took from the church. Still thinking Zarick Zarick Zarick.

[Cinlass]

Cinlass denied the food.He was weather beaten and seemed not to want to catch up on old times.Anger about the motherland was coursing through his viens.He saw a little sadness in Zaricks eyes.

"Ye seem tae have somethin' on yer mind brothern please dae tell and keep nae secre's."Cinlass walked to a chair and plopped him self down.Even though he was sitting he was still very much frighting in stature.

"Ye seem tae wanna tell me somethin' tha' seems tae hur' ye.Please donna tell me ye are leavin' yer borthern racht af'er he has jus' arriven"Cinlass keep his voice low and slightly hurt.He wasn't cause truthfully he didn't think he could feel anymore.He just sat in the chair waiting for his friend to answer.

A young vampire of the clan started to speak up."Mister Cinlass....He is going...." Cinlass just held up his hand."Speak again and ye lose yer tounge young laddie.I was askin' o' ma brothren nae o' ye.Now brothren will ye answer?"And smile played at Cinlass's lips. " Or mus' I be torturin' yer clan fae the answers?Which ye ken I wouldna wanna dae ma brothren."Cinlass remained sitting still in the chair with his hands firmly on the arm rests.Waiting for an answer.

[Zarick Gunn]

"Aye, tha' I will be doin' m'friend, but ye will be joinin me soon. I am expectin another guest, as soon as he arrives I wan' ye ta join me in Rome. He should be 'rivin anytime na'."

Zarick turned toward the one that had spoken to Cinlass, "Go prepare his room, take whoever else you wish just get the job done." His attention refocused on Cinlass once the Vampire scurried off to begin his work. "I'm assumin' you'll be stayin soom time now? Also while I'm gone ye will be incharge here, once the Vampire arrives bring em ta Rome. We shant be there too long after you arrive."

Zarick noticed a hint of confusion in Cinlass's eyes, he had forgotten Cinlass wasn't with him at the church. "Don't worry, you will know when he arrives, he is unmistakeable, and quite possibly a great weapon as long as things work out the way I hope." A sadistic smile that would have unnerved any save for Cinlass, spread across Zarick's face showing more than he had said.

"While I am away, Cinlass will be leading in my place, should you have a problem with that you may take it up with him, though it would not be wise. I should not be gone for too long." His voice raised, to proclaim the words to everyone in the building.

"Should ye need to get ahold o' me use this, it has my number in it." Zarick retrieved a cell phone from his pocket and tossed it to Cinlass. "Also, should you need funds," he tossed a credit card to Cinlass as well. "I wish to rid this place of the previous leader's influence, tell them to re-decorate, I want weapons on the walls, you know the types of things I would want. You have free reign with your room, spend what you want on anything you want."

"Do ye have anythin' else ye wish ta say? Ye seem like ya need to rest, go get some. I'll be leavin 'marrow."

[alteredone]

Xanith stayed in a local Brooklyn hotel close by that he referred to as the Shower-N-Sleep because thats about all that he did there. He waited for the alterations on his "robes" to be done. Finally they called him and told him to come pick it up. He walked down the street and picked up his new garment. It was black all the way down with a red cross down the center of the robe. It was now leather instead of those old cotton ones he'd had. It had a few pockets on the outside and some on the inside too. It was a trench coat style jacket, with one modification. There was a holster on the back of his jacket. He was going to carry his "cross" there. Only that wasn't going to be a cross anymore. His next stop was to a little shop that sells all sorts of weapons from the old centuries past, and also does some modifications or making on the side. Xanith was just too lucky to have both shops finish their work on the same day. Both were just a little ways from the hotel and from each other. He walked slowly down the street. Feeling much more secure about his looks.

He was so engulfed in thought that he barely realized where he was going. There were so many things that he knew now that he didn't before he was bite. It was amazing. The most baffling was this connection that he had with Zarick. He had seen him once and heard no more than 20 words out of his mouth, yet he knew almost everything that he could about him. It was freaky to say the least. Slightly shaken he realized that he was in front of the shop. He walked in and talked to the shopkeeper. A fat old guy that is quite into his line of work, and cheerful enough as it is. He had an interesting accent though I am not sure where it would originate from.

As I walked in he smiled wide and practically yelled, "Oi mate! I has seen narry a fancy one that you got there. Those are some new clothes there to go with 'is here new axe!"

I smiled back politely, "Oh yes I even had a holster made for it in the back here" I turn to show him.

"Ah well, here yah are sonny! No cost for ya since this was such an... Interesting make. It most definatnly challenge me skills." He smiled even broader if that was possible, "Thank you for that friend."

I smiled back and said, "Thank you too"

Xanith was quite please with the craftsmanship of his new "baby." It was still that cross that he had carried out of the church, but now there was an axe blade on one end with the other part of the cross sharpened into a point. It had Celtic on it that imbued it with a sharpness to strength and agility. He walked into an alleyway and took out the axe. He held it tight in his left hand. It felt perfect. Evenly distributed and quite easy to grasp, swing, and recoil. He swung it a few times and replaced it in the holster. Now he was ready to get on to his new home. He left the alley to his final destination of the day.

On his way out of the alley a man came in a punched Xanith straight in the jaw. Stunned by the suddenness Xanith didn't react right away as the man came with another punch and then immediately a haymaker right to his chin. It spun him around and he hit the ground. That hit to the ground knocked some sense into him. Then he turned quickly and just as the man was going down to hit him again Xanith kicked his hand. The man, visibly shocked as well as physically, jumped back and was not expecting any kind of fight from a priest. Xanith jumped up and was in fighting stance, and ready for another attempt to punch. The man came at him and tried to punch with his right arm. Xanith dodged to the left and grabbed the man's arm with amazing speed and brought it up behind the man so that he could scratch the top of his head. Xanith heard the snap and crunch of the bones and then the scream. He pushed him down on the ground and expected him to get up and run. Instead the man took his one arm and reached for something on his thigh. Xanith watched as the man brought out a stiletto then rushed Xanith. Again he dodged, but this time grabbed the man's arm and brought it up to the guy's throat and slashed right across the neck. He made a few gargling noises, but died quickly. Xanith waited and then wiped off the knife on the dead man's clothes and found the strap that the stiletto was in. Xanith took it and then strapped it on and placed the stiletto in there. Then he rummaged through the pockets and found a wallet. There was some money and a license. "Nope never heard of you pal." He threw the wallet back down and left with some money and a new toy.

Xanith was now ready to seek out Zaricks place. He knew one thing though that made him slightly displaced. Zarick was going to be gone when he got there that was all that Xanith knew now. He knew that one hell of a giant man was going to greet him. Also, that he would be leaving with that Giant man so he should most likely try to make nice and get on this man's friend side and not get ripped to pieces by him.

[Cinlass]

Cinlass looked around at the simpleton vampires that filled the room.A look of pure disgust came to his face.He hated the vampires in the room mostly cause he hated himself.Now that he had no home and no family he was going to stay with his friend. " Aye,I be stayin' here fae a time bein'. I be havin' nae else tae be goin'."

Cinlass stood up and inspected each vampire from top to bottom.He kinda looked like a drill sergeant of the states military.Well, if a drill sergeant was 6'8" and had the build as him.He found something wrong with each one of the bloody vampires.But what did he expect when comparing them to him and Zarick,the two strongest there. "Who be yer stronges'.I'll be needin' someone tae help me train and also be takin' over fae me when I be comin' tae ye."

Cinlass looked around the room.Obviously the old owner had no taste.This simple masion was nothing like his old castle back in Scotland.~Oh poor lass,tha' be Scotland.~Cinlass thought.~She now will ne'er know the grea' knowledge of ma barin's fee' upon her beau'iful grounds.She will ne'er see the beau'y o' a Buchanan again......Wai'.....Buchanan is no longer my name...I discarded it fortnights pas'....It be Cinlass Tigereye...And she will ne'er see the beau'y o' a Tigereye.~

Cinlass was brought back to it by the tap on his shoulder."Mr. Cinlass....Ah...ah...Your r-r-r-r-oom is r-r-r-r-read-d-d-dy.."A young blonde vampire studdered.Cinlass turned his icey eyes to him."As long as I reside in this behold ye all will call me Lord or Laird,save the ones I gran' the permission tae call me Cinlass or wi' great trus' Cin."

He turned back to Zarick to bid him farewell."Fare thee well ma brothren.Tae le' ye ken yer women will nae be permitted anywhere near ma chambers.And if someone mus' come tae ma chambers...it will be the one I hae chosen tae serve me durin' our leave.And I still wait for yer answer."

[Zarick Gunn]

"Aye, there is mar tha' we mus' talk about, bu' now is not the best time. I 'ave been called ta Rome fer a meetin o' tha clans. Fer what I don' realy know. Jus' remember call me when tha priest 'rrives. Pick one none o' them compare to you and I, bu' in time we could make 'em deadly." Zarick gave Cinlass a look to show that he was not trying to keep him in the dark, but simply did not want to speak of the matter in front of so many ears.

Zarick caught the pain, the nastolgia, in his friends eyes. "I know Cin, I know. Maybe sometime later once we get this clan up ta par, we can take back tha Motherland, bu' first this mus' be tended to. As fer given orders, ye may as well start me brothren, seein as they mus' learn ta take 'em from ye." Zarick smiled knowing full well there would be some in the clan not willing to take orders from an outsider, but it was just the thing Cinlass needed to raise his spirits.

"I better get going, Cinlass you have my number don't hesitate to reach me. I will hopefully hear from you soon." Zarick then grabbed his baggage and left for the airport.

OOC: Alteredone feel free to now come to the Playhouse. Zarick is now in Rome.

[alteredone]

Xanith was tired, but knew that it was only a few blocks away now. He looked forward to a room with a bed so he could catch up on some much needed rest.

He stood in front of the place and thought one thing. Well here goes nothing.

A knock and then a wait. He was greeted at the door by one gigantic mountain. Xanith stepped back a little and spoke slowly and quietly, "I am Xanith." A slight pause as he figured out what to say. "I am looking for Zarick, or ,I think, you. This is the Annex clan's Headquarters right?"

OOC: ok Catrux I'm here now where are you? Your in Rome some friend you are ;D haha

[Cinlass]

Cinlass's 6'8" figure filled the door.He was about to go to bed when a knock came on the door.He was furious and hoped that the knocker would have been anyone he could kill.

"I'm Xanith"The man had said.He was slow with his words and Cinlass was a man that was big on time.Excpet when it came to the lasses,but he had sworn off love."I am looking for Zarick, or I think, you.This is the Annex clan's Headquaters right?"This must have been the man Zarick had spoken of.The man didn't quite seem as worthy as Zarick had made him out to be,but Cinlass wasn't that much of an acceptting type.

"Aye this be the Annex Clan's behold.And I mayhap nae be Zarick,bu' as o' this eve I hae become leader un'il we go tae Rome."Cinlass wasn't much for going back over seas.He had just came from his beautiful Scotland, where he lost his clan and his lover.He was happy and now his soulless body felt like it should have always felt.....empty.He regarded the man for a moment then step out of the door."Come in lad."Cinlass said softly.

"Kriss!!"He yelled for the blonde vampire.The blonde vampire came up to him and stood at attention.Some of the group rolled their eyes and made comments under their breathes."Go fix Lord Xanith's room and bring tae us swee' wine."He tehn dismissed him and turned to the rest of the group."As fae ye all.Ye will be confided to a bloody torturer chamber with two o' ma favorite creatures as yer hos' if ye think o' oppposin' me.Now tae yer rooms all ye all.Me an' Lord Xanith have wine and talk."He turned and took Xanith's arm and dragged hime to a chair where he plopped him down.Then he took a seat across from him.

Kriss brought a bottle of wine and two goblets.He poured a glass for each tehn left them to their talk.Cinlass set quiet and was going to make Xanith talk first.It was one of his favortie games.Wait Out The Prey.