“Zitta, piccola, e piegare le mani. Il sole ha impostato, la luna è alta, il mare canta per le sabbie, e poesie di veglia sono ingannato. Per molti una ninna nanna fata. Zitto, bambino --- il mio bambino! Sogno, piccolo, e nei tuoi sogni, levitare da questo luogo umile. Galleggiante su mellow, flussi di nebbia. Per terre dove abita solitario Maria mite, e lasciare che il suo bacio la tua faccia poco. Tu bambino --- il mio bambino! Dormi, piccola, e prendi il tuo riposo. E angeli chini su di te, dormire dolcemente sul petto che Padre che il nostro caro Cristo ha riconciliato. Ma non stare lì! Torna da me! Oh, bambino --- il mio bambino!” Deep in the forest, two miles away from the home of the Domus dormiendi Dracones, a Coven of Vampires descending from the Forebearers Faction, a soft singing voice mingled with the pit pit pat of a soft drizzle.

A woman was lying on the damp ground, blue eyes staring up into the velvety sky. The forest was so quiet and so still around her as her thick accent rolled past her lips and pierced the otherwise quiet night. Angiluzza had strayed off earlier that night and had officially been gone for three hours. Not that anyone would miss her or even know that she was gone. Nobody ever knew where she was even if she was standing in a corner right behind them. Sighing, she bit down on her bottom lip, letting her fangs extend and pierce the supple flesh. She wasn't hungry. Her fingers were itching to dance across the beautiful ebony and ivory keys of her piano. She longed to be in the darkness of her room, letting music fill her to her core. “E così sarà.” The Sicilian muttered to herself before rising from the ground. Waves of ebony and milk chocolate locks tumbled down her back, down, down, down to her ankles She didn't bother dusting off as she took off towards her...home.

Home was still such a...foreign word to her.

The home came into view and she glanced up, blinking at it slowly as though she had never been there before. She walked on the tips of her pedicured toes, up the steps and to the door. It came open with the gentlest push, swinging open slowly. The lights were off and she didn't turn them on as she walked bare foot through the shadows, eyes forward. To her room she went, her body clothed only by a large t-shirt that made clear her love for the band called Metallica and her favorite black and blue laced panties with a small ribbon on them. Her room was just as silent as the forest, filled with the scent of apple cinnamon and various candies; it was her favorite. She was greeted by a wall of the scent causing her to pause and close her eyes letting it consume her. It mingled with the scent of her own body that emanated an earthy scent. The mocha colored flesh of her body was riddled with earth and leaves that hadn't dislodged during her run, causing her to smell stronger of earth than usual. But she didn't mind. She grew up on the scents of earth and rain.

She left her door open, walking past her large bookshelf, running her fingers along the spines of the thick books. Journals, they were. Memoirs of her life. There were two missing that Garth was reading at the time. If the woman remembered correctly, he was around year eighty-five. That was when Angiluzza had left to Mount Song in the Henan province of China to learn Shaolin Kung Fu. She smiled in remembering at how long it took her to persuade the monks to take her on as a pupil - It wasn't that she was a Vampire, rather it was that she was a she. Thirty-four years she spent there to learn. She was so proud to return home and exhibit her skill. But she still would not present herself as an Enforcer until she learned at least one another fighting style. He would be getting to that part next.

Finished with reminiscing, she moved over to the grand piano that was smack in the center of her massive bedroom. Manicured fingertips trailed down the keys before she took a seat. While Angel was a patron of the arts and very much a lover of classic music from the Post Romantic era and the Renaissance era, she couldn't have helped but to have gotten into some of the music from the decades past. Metallica and Avenged Sevenfold had to be her favorites since the '90s. Slowly. So slowly at first did her fingers dance across the keys, delicately playing out Nothing Else Matters. It was by far her favorite song. Well. Perhaps Orion beat that song. Or Loverman. She couldn't decide. She admired and envied the guitar skills displayed by Kirk Hammett and the vocals by James Hetfield. She played with growing passion as the music played in her head and she imagined playing alongside them. Piano, of course.

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“Oh? Thanks for the heads up, Carly. Of course. Yeah, I'll send someone out to handle it. It's not a problem! Trust me, we both benefit from it. Alright. Yeah. Alright, love you. Kiss kiss!”

Delilah tapped her phone, ending her conversation with a sigh before shoving the phone back into her pocket. She had to go home early and handle an issue and she was not too happy about that. She had planned on snagging one of the many Twi-bitches filing into the club every two seconds. Oh well; She could always get a bite to eat from Stacy. She was no O positive, but she was quite delicious nonetheless. “Great - Totally wasted this outfit!” She grumbled as she made her way out, smoothing out some of the wrinkles in the short orange dress before sliding into her blue corvette, peeling out of the parking lot. Her stereo blared out old Britney Spears songs as she flew down the old dirt road to their current home on the outskirts of Seattle, Washington. They were moving to Chicago in a few days because she heard that party life there was starting to heat up now that school was out for the summer.

That and Evelyn had picked up a lead for the Fallen they were hunting.

She slammed on the brakes as she came upon the house, quickly turning off the car and jumping out. She was but a blur as she went inside, slamming the door behind her. “Evelyn! You're coming with me!” She called out as she stood by the front door, texting faster than humanly possible, a bored expression on her face. <To; Garth, Isaac, Angiluzza>
Hunters hounding Salang Yeoseong-ui Jib. Im taking Evelyn to handle it. Stay home & keep an eye out 4 the Hunters John-John was talking about. They may b around. She waited for Evelyn to get ready and join her so that they could make their way out to Shoreline. Her friend Carly was only in her eighties and her Coven had only three others, all of them being hunted at the moment. The Korean Coven had pleaded for Delilah to aid them.

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There she was, sitting across the bar in the heavily crowded club. A woman of great beauty; she had hair as dark as a raven's wings that cascaded down her body in thick curls and framed the delicate features of her face. Her skin was ivory like the porcelain mini-statues he kept on a shelf in his room. And her body! Good lord, her body! She had curves in all the right places. She looked over at Aphrodite with bright green eyes and offered a shy smile. The Irishwoman grinned back and adjusted her fiery curls before moving away the area of the bar that she had taken occupancy of only a few hours ago.

“How about a drink?” Aphrodite flashed her a winning smile and smirked inwardly as she openly swooned at Ro's accent. American women...American humans were so easy to captivate. So long as you possessed a foreign accent, they would rob a bank at the snap of one's fingers. It was highly amusing to the vampire. “I'll take a Jack and Coke. As long as you're buying.” She tried her best to purr out a faux hispanic accent but she failed miserably. She didn't show her absolute disgust and instead contorted her face as though the human had just spoken the most fascinating thing she had ever heard in her life.

The woman was so easy to manipulate that it almost made Ro sad. Where was the challenge? But her boredom did not once show on his face as Ro continued to woo her at the bar before escorting her to the dance floor where she went a few rounds with her. Women these days had absolutely no sense of class. They thought they'd find spouse material by wearing tight-fitting clothes that were a size and a half too small and then grinding their junk on people. And they wondered why so many of them were raped outside of bars. That was like teasing a lion with a raw steak and then wondering why the lion tore off your arm.

The woman came alone to the crowded club, having just got out of a fight with her roommates. She was just looking to have some fun and find someone special. She had a good feeling about tonight. Why wouldn't she be able to find Miss Right in a club? Her sister got married that way. But her sister was also abused daily. But that could never happen to her, oh no! And Aphrodite was such a lady and so sexy. Nothing could go wrong with her, she thought as she danced with Ro, feeling safe wrapped in her arms as she whispered romantic sweet nothings into her ear.

Nine-thirty soon rolled around and Aphrodite had four other women in her car, chattering excitedly about what an epic orgy this was going to be. The ancient Vampire smirked as she pulled into a driveway, her home far away from the hustle and bustle of Indianapolis. She let the girls out of her car, her blue eyes narrowing as they went through the door. She removed her contacts to reveal her bright red eyes, letting her fangs slide out with a click. “Let's play a game.”, she hissed. She often engaged in games with her Covenmates, bringing home humans and more or less acting out a horror movie. They let them run around the house and get their silly knives before chasing them into the forest to play hide and seek; Fear seemed to just sweeten the blood. And the game could go on for hours. “DD! Gracie! Come here!” She called out for her two favorite humans as the girls she brought home screamed and ran.

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Dmitri's fingers were dancing across the strings of his guitar. Something Aphrodite had given to him once upon a time when she was in a strangely good mood. Those moods were very disturbing to the blonde haired man. Alone in his room he sat, the lights all off. He wanted to be left alone in the dark as usual. Dmitri hated it when people came into his room. Dmitri hated it when people spoke to him. Dmitri hated it when people so much as looked at him. Dmitri hated people in general. Except for Grace. His fingers stopped for a while as he thought about her. That beautiful, flawless smile. Those flowing, fiery locks. And those eyes. He got lost in them every time he looked into them. He loved Grace even though he tried to make it not so obvious. He couldn't begin to imagine the terrible things that they'd do if they found out.

He shuddered at the thought. He would always pray that if Aphrodite ever found out she would have enough care for her favored pet that she would keep Grace alive. Should Aphrodite kill Grace...Dmitri wouldn't be able to bear it.

So he merely kept his mouth shut around Grace.

When Aphrodite's voice pierced the evening air, Dmitri cringed. She sounded like she was in a good mood. Great. And her voice preceded a series of screams - So she wanted them for the game. He let go of his guitar and rose as slowly as he possibly could, dragging his feet out of his room. He didn't want to see Aphrodite's face. She was so beautiful, but she was so corrupt and cruel that it made his stomach turn. His hand wiped down his face as he groaned under his breath, making his way towards the living room where her voice had emanated from. Usually he and Grace were forced to partake in the games they played, almost as though Aphrodite were training them. The thought made him shiver.

A forceful jolt to the bed awoke Preston.