Jerico listened, and listened well. He had seen, and even freed, quite a few captured humans, and might have done it again without Jeremiah's warning. He sighed, a sign that he would do it, but not joyfully. He would have to act respectful at least for now. "Alright, I show my respects. If only for my own safety." Right now Jerico would have to be careful. True he now had the speed of a vampire on his side, but he no longer had the protection of the cross that once hung off his neck. He looked up, and noticed they were upon the manor.

The doors of the manor burst open of their own accord, Guy marched down the staircase with a smile on his face and a brandy snifter in his hand. His slow paced spiraling of the glass bemused him as the blood waked along the inside of it. "Greetings, I am Guy Hamilton of the Nightfall Coven, and I welcome you into my home." The act of one vampire inviting another into his home was one of formality, the goal being to form a kinship and bond between the two.

Petros stepped out of the carriage allowing his cloak to wrap around him as he did so to conceal himself from the bright candlelight in the house, "Petros Mazurenko is my name, I am the Elder Representative of the Spirit coven, I arrive at your request and plan to leave upon the arrival of a resolution." Petros chose his words carefully, the last Nightfall he met had been quite a trickster.

"Excllent," Guy declared simply, "The meeting shall begin once the Fang party arrives. Until then you and your men shall be free to use the grounds as they see fit. If thirst is an issue we have prepared cattle for you as well, which you are more then welcome to." Guy bowed magnificently before turning back towards the manor and making his way back inward.

Petros turned to his companions, "Remember to watch your tongues, speak upon topics which are nuetral around both the nightfall and fang, they are far easier to anger then any of our coven. " Petros kept his eyes on his viking companion as he spoke these words. "Now, lets be sociable shall we." Petros began marching up the manor steps, he would enjoy a drink right about now.

Je was running, and he'd not stopped yet. How he managed to keep it up with Jager's enormous corpse was beyond him. But whatever it was, it wouldn't let him stop when he came near a carriage, nor when he was a good 3 miles away from the manor. He he had to flee, and he had to not take the beaten path.

He didn't know why, but it seemed right. If he wasn't mistaken in his general direction, he was heading towards the town he'd seen earlier. Which was quite likely safer, although it's proximity to a vampire estate drew that into question.

He only hoped he didn't miss it on the way. And so, Je kept running.

Jeremiah waited only a few moments until the members of the carriage had entered the manor, before signalling to Jerico and slipping in himself. He decided that for vampires such as he and Jerico, who belonged to no coven, it would be simpler to simply sneak in unnoticed than it would be to explain to the elders what they were doing there.

Thomas raised an eyebrow as he looked at the priest.

"Communion wine in your chambers? The strictness of the Catholic Church must be dwindling somewhat."

He smelled the air. The church was certainly cleaner than the rest of the town. Of course, the rest of the town had the smell of ancient blood and graveyard dust.

"And you know how you can help me, father? You can help me by telling me every grievance that has come upon this village since the new people moved in. I don't care how miniscule it seems, I want to know every bad event. If you leave out anything...."

Thomas absentmindedly rubbed the amulet around his neck.

"Well, I'm not a man of threats. I do, however, go and visit the Vatican every other month. I have friends there. And I'm sure they'd love to hear about a priest in their order that disregarded bad omens as simple nature without having it checked out by one of their Paladins of the Cross first."

This was a major threat. The Vatican didn't take kindly to those who had taken their oath, and didn't fill it out to the best of their nature.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha..." Richmond laughed whole heartedly and then wiped a tear from his, "Dear boy, I'm afraid you have me mistaken for someone else, I refer to myself as a father as do all of my children and yes, we practice Eucharist... The act of communion, but we are christian here. The word of the vatican means quite little to me. And I am a man of god but I still don't take threats very kindly...."

Richmond paused for a moment to allow the fact that Thomas' threat meant nothing to him settle in, "There have been almost disappearances throughout the village, the lights of the manor come on after dusk and remain lit till dawn, no one has ever seen anyone venture out of the building during daylight hours. That is all." Father Richmond began to guide them out of the church, "Now, for your lodging the house on the corner of that lane right there. Its been abandoned ever since the Macintires left town, the others call it a disappearance but their crops had withered, something tells me they went to find brighter oppurtunities. If the two of you would excuse me now, I have some of my flock to attend." Richmond swung the doors slowly closed in front of them before barring the doors with its deadbolt.

As he left the two of them in the cold Father Richmond laughed for a moment, "Fucking catholics."

The door creaked open to the priests private chambers. The priest looked within and saw what he expected, a female form sitting upright in the bed with a glass of wine in her hand. "Well child, how can I put your mind at ease this night?" He asked in a sly manner. A shifting shadow in his chair by the fire caught his eye. Turning to look he saw a strong figure with blond hair and striking eyes. He sat thumbing idly through a bible and held a chalice of dark liquid in the other hand. A bottle of communion wine sat on the small table near the chair. "Who...who are you?" He asked, looking nervously around the room.

"Hmmm?" The man looked up at the priest, staring piercingly into the mans eyes. A sudden wave of terror washed over the priest. "I am a traveler." He said lightly, then in a much more menacing tone he continued. "And a messenger." The figure drew the rest of the liquid into his mouth all at once and swallowed. Reaching over he placed the chalice onto the table and then poured himself another glass. "Tell me preacher, what dose this book mean to you?" He asked in an even tone. "See to me, its a series of stories, depicting various aspects of life and human behavior. Nothing more then a book of short stories really. Not very well written either." Pointing to a random line in the book he began to read. " 'because by him were created all things, the things in the heavens and the things upon the earth, the visible and the invisible, whether thrones, or lordships, or principalities, or authorities: all things have been created by him and for him' I mean who speaks like that?"

The Priest stood frozen by the man, unsure of what he was implying. "To me," he began carefully. "It is the word of the lord, to be obeyed without question. For if we do so we will all bask in his light in heaven."

The man continued to look at him with no emotion. "Really? I'd almost beleive you actually meant that. But of course, if you did, then I would never have been able to enter this place. You sir are forsaken by god. As forsaken as the woman you sent to her death." He said gesturing over to the woman in the bed. Taking another sip from the cup he continued looking into the priests eyes. "Of course the poor woman was a victim. And has been one her whole life. Tell me priest how many woman have you played this game with? Half a dozen? Nine by my count. And how many children do you have in the village?" The priest's eyes widened at this. "Oh I see, you thought no one knew. Did you really think you could hide this sort of thing from those more powerful then yourself? You have blinded those of the township with faith. But you are a filthy creature."

The priest stood stock still, never had he heard so much said by one with so little emotion showing. It was as though the man before him had no heart. Indeed he had to to have slain a woman so casually.

"Why priest you seem upset. Here have some wine to calm your nerves." Moving like black lightning he stood next to the holy man the chalice pressed to his lips forcing the red liquid into his throat. Instinctively he coughed it up. The taste of iron filled his mouth and the stench of blood assaulted his senses. Clapping a hand to the priests nose the man forced the blood down his throat. "Drink deep the elixir of eternal life. This is the very blood you have so tainted with your own sins. This blood is now your blood. No longer shall you convince the women of this village that you are doing gods work through them. No longer shall you plague this village with your own sins. Now, thanks to you, and many like you. Our coven shall partake in what we please. The world is corrupt and we shall make it burn." With a quick strike he knocked the priest unconscious. He then set about his work.


Some time later a dark figure stood atop the church roof. He securely tied a rope to the cross over the doorway. Throwing a form over the roof it fell down and bounced slightly as it hit the end of its slack, swinging wildly from side to side. The priest was bound to a large wood cross. Crucified with a look of horror on his face. It hung swinging just in front of the church door.

Thomas watched as the door was closed to them, then latched shut. He spit on the door in anger.

"No church locks their doors. No House of God is closed to the flock. This man has strayed from the path."

He turned back to Elesia.

"Come, let's go to the house he told us of. We'll be able to sniff around there for some clues."

They began to walk toward the abandoned house.

Eric and his small cadre of men continued up the hill, he smiled as he looked at the houses which ran along the road, "Do you see what they have done for us?" Eric remarked to no one in particular, "They blanketed the town in darkness, so our entrance goes unseen, or mayhaps..." Eric laughed a little as he turned around to his comrades and walked backwards with them, "They didn't want us to see the happy little homes filled with life, for fear we'd take all the life this town had to offer. That is our way afterall, for what are we?"

"We are the Fang!" The group declared in unison as they began walking through the manor gates, Guy once again repeated his grandious introduction, the doors swung open of their own accord as he walked out, brandy glass in hand.

"I am Guy Ha-" Right as guy was arriving at his favorite part of the introduction we was interrupted with a wave of Eric's hand and a few stern words from the boy who looked to be no more then 19.

"We are the Fang. You are the Nightfall. If the Spirit are here then it is time we began our meeting." Eric began up the steps taking no heed as to whether Guy followed him or not. Guy stumbled up the stairs after him, as he began stammering.

"We-ell y-ah see, uh, the, uh, spirit ar-re her-r-re it's merely that we would, that is to say, that we thought that you might enjoy some entertainment or, uh, food, a small feast has been prepared."

Eric stopped and gave Guy a flash of his steel blue eyes, "We are not here to mingle, this is not a social gathering. The fang, my coven have been assaulted without provocation, we shall see this attack returned in kind when we turn our enemies into the ash and dust they deserve to be. We shall begin the meeting now!" Guy nodded his head incredibly quickly, promptly turning to Petros with a smile.

"Mr. Mazurenko the meeting is beginning now, if you would like to join us we shall be in my study. Which is right this way." Guy shakenly stormed towards his room with Eric just on his heels.

Petros who had been enjoying a fresh bite of cattle in a very comfortable chair sighed as he turned to Artemis, "Keep an eye on Piotr, insure no one mistakes him for cattle." Petros started off towards the study as well. This left the rest of the more youthful vampires to mingle amongst themselves.

The humans had been herded into a small cage with a simple latch to hold them in, none of them dare move close to the door though, they were well-versed about their situation. The Nightfall were distributed throughout the room at which point it became apparent that they were a female dominated populous. They were all dressed seductively and looked as though they had been the 'picks' of many nightfall men for enjoyment. The fang moved to another corner of the room and moved the youngest members to the back, as if to shield them from the feminine wiles of the seductresses.

One of the women, a beautiful brunette with shocking dark brown eyes snuck up behind Jeremiah, she had been as silent as a mouse as she had moved closer to her newfound prey. She nestled her nose against his ears as she ran her hands along his chest, Jeremiah could feel the woman all over his body, as if she was imposing her prescence upon him. "Who might you be?" She took a whiff of him, her smile seemed endless as it spread due to her find, "You're a new one aren't you?...Which clan do you come from?"


The house was small and crampt, the cupboards were barren, picked clean by the starving populous. But amongst the single queen sized bed, the small dining table with stools which were too short, there was a very odd find. A bookcase, there were still many books left within its shelves, from action stories, dictionaries, a bible and finally a journal.

As Geoffrey felt the approach of the three elder vampires he silently affirmed his plan to himself. He knew exactly what he was going to do and how he was going to do it. There was no hesitation in his mind when he set himself into this course of action, for in hesitation there was failure and demise. He was confident in himself, his intelligence, and his abilities to pull through this situation and to accomplish his newfound goal. There was no turning back, for this war of the greatest magnitude. This was politics.

Keeping his presence hidden Geoffrey listened in to the conversation and the sound of the aproaching footsteps.

"Here is my study" He heard Guy's voice say as the three elder vampires arrived at the door, none noticing or even guessing that someone would be inside. The doorknob closing the door to the study turned suddenly just as Guy was about to place his hand on it and the door swung open at a medium pace to reveal to the three outside the personage of Geoffrey waiting within.

When Geoffrey had mentiond before about changing his clothes to something more suitable he had meant exactly what he said. He was not any longer wearing the ragged, dirty, dirt encrusted peasant's clothes he had been wearing before. Though neither was Geoffrey wearing a grand outfit of outrageous embelishment and flair that some of the others of his kind and coven were taken to.

Over his cool white skin lay a smoothed out black silk outfit shimmering in the candle light that illuminated the study. The outfit was simple yet elegant, it consisted of only a slightly loose shirt and pants smoothed out and clean. His unruly brown hair was also similarly treated as his outfit was. No longer did it hang this way and that, untamed and somewhat ugly to looking upon. Now it was cut down to a fraction of its size, combed and smoothed out to as lay flat upon his head.

Geoffrey himself sat crosslegged in a large wooden chair with his elbows resting on his knee caps and his hands clasped together held forward from the middle of his neck. His expression was blank and unreadable to those not versed in the telepathic arts, and even for those it would take one who was beyond a master to figure out what exactly he was thinking.

For reasons that are not hard to find out, the other elder vampires were shocked by his apearance, for how could vampires of their calibur be tricked and not able to figure out another's presence without any indications. The Fang vampire Eric even started forward seemingly intent on attacking the stranger before them who had evaded all of their notice, but he collected himself in a split second and refrained from moving forward as Geoffrey opened his mouth and spoke.

"Thank you Guy for leading the representatives of the Fang and the Spirit coven to the study. You may go or stay as you wish." The simply sentences he uttered produced an impact onto the Nightfall Elder akin, and greater then that when the Fang vamprie Eric had been so abrupt. The Elder was even to schocked to talk or respond to Geoffrey when he had the few seconds of a chance.

Reaching out his hand Geoffrey beckoned and swept it in an arc indicating the rest of the room and the few other chairs set along the room. "Please come in and seat yourselves." He adressed most pointedly to only the two elders of the different covens. "I am named Geoffrey of the Nighfall coven. If I am correct, I believe that Lord Eric of the Fang wishes to start the meeting immediatly so let us dispense with the rest of the formalities"

As the two Elder vampires warily entered the room, and Guy still stood at the door in shock Geoffrey spoke again "I believe we all know why we are here, though I shall reiterate. The Fang coven has been attacked drawing much blood and killing many members by a newly risen gathering of vampires, a fourth coven if one wills. Upon hearing this news, we of the Nightfall have contacted the Spirit coven and the rest of the Fang to gather us all here so we can discuss this grave threat. The Fang demands retribution against this newly risen coven."

"I do not disagree." The simple sentence left Geoffrey's lips with the air of power in his voice.

"Such an unprovoked and monumental attack against mine brethren in the Fang coven angers me, and this feeling is undoubtably mirrored by all present that have survived this historical event. For yes this is a historical event of one that has not been seen in this world for years longer then I, and any that I once knew could ever remember. Never before in the history of Vampirekind has there been such an attack, by those of our own race."

A cold look of calm fury set alight onto Geoffrey's face, or at least it apeared so to Eric of the Fang "We must defend ourselves against any new attacks by these enemies, and then strike outwards in our own offense if there is no possible negotiation that can be reached. However first we must examine, from the information I have recieved it is known that these new vampires are as strong as any Elder, as such the only possible way they could have taken down any of the Fang who's strength we all know. We CANNOT confront these new vampires without a united front, in peaceful means or otherwise. Do you understand what I am alluding to my brethren, my comrades, my friends" With the last word uttered Geoffrey extended his arm outward, his hand opened flat and faced to the sky tilted down slightly as if to offer the two something so intristic, so important that it could only be expressed in a gesture, and never in words.