[center] Location: Vampire Manor [/center]

[i] This is a song about a special girl...[/i]

The guitar reached a crescendo, the staccato female voice echoing through the lavish bedroom.

[i] Marianne![/i]

A pile of raven hair stirred under the lavish purple comforter.

[i] Of my dark heart! [/i]

A ruby lipped smile creeped across the mouth of the woman hiding from the day beneath the soft blankets. One of the few things modern living should be granted. The invention of technology that allows much to be played from a tiny device, and soft blankets. Marianne, smiled to herself as she let the music drift across her bedroom, rousing her to wake. 

"I must remember to thank the young one properly for helping me set this device up..." She muttered to herself as the music washed over her. 

She groggily pulled the warm blankets away, her pale flesh a stark contrast against the dark purple sheets. She smiled to herself the thoughts of the night before, the musician she'd been aiding had their first official concert. Their opening song, "Marianne" was a nod towards their silent benefactor. She'd been at the show of course, watching silently from the rafters. She'd purchased the album afterwards from the lead musician herself, Miriam. She grinned energetically, still high off the adrenaline of her first show. 

"Thank you, so much!" As she thanked Marianne. "Did you like the set?" Marianne nodded, remembering the high she felt after her first showing. 

"Yes, it was wonderful. You don't need to thank me, this was your own doing little one." Marianne's lilting speech swirled around the musician's ears, placing her into a daze of adrenaline and endorphins, as the musician cleared the haze around her head. The woman in front of her was now gone. Shaking her head, she chalked it up to a sugar crash. Marianne had already left the event, her work is done. She'd love to take more interest in the event, but the rumor of hunters always had her cautious, she could no longer directly influence artists as she once did. It didn't matter that much to her, the craft, the art of creating was what truly mattered. 

A small pinprick of pride over their title track bearing her name didn't hurt either...

As she looked about her room, it held a mixture of notes of her Age of Enlightenment, an easel she'd kept safe across the sea, paints, ancient leatherbound sketchbooks from her time with her mentor, Lucia. A portrait of a blonde woman stood in the corner. The soft white skin carefully contrasted against the bright crimson accents of her dress. "This will be the next piece I move," Marianne thought to herself. 

Feeling the beast inside her starting to gnaw at the edges of her consciousness, it was time to join the others. Opening her dresser, she drew forth a simple dark green dress. Slipping it over herself, she exited her bedroom. The manor was a lovely place, the accents and artwork she'd placed around the manor gave it a little more style. The young one loved to put the modern accouterments, most she was unsure of or completely understood. Yet he was always patient, and helped teach her about some aspects of modern society. In exchange, she told him tales of the old world. 

As she silently crept into the kitchen on bare feet, she heard the sounds of the modern world echo and pulse around her. Television, a fascinating thing, yet she never quite understood the mortal fascination with it. She opened the fridge, and withdrew a blood pack from the supply. She rummaged through the drawer beside the for one of the "flavored coffee packets" Kyle had introduced her to. She quickly poured a portion of the blood pack and the brownish orange powder into the mug. She placed the concoction into the microwave, and read the note to the side of the microwave Kyle had nicely left for her as a reminder. She pressed the correct buttons to warm the liquid and dissolve the powder. A cheerful beep alerted her the beverage was ready. Drawing the mug from the microwave, she took a small sip of the dark red liquid. The robust blood, with the cinnamon and dark bitter coffee made her smile as she walked to the living room. Kyle, was stretched out watching some odd program, she never quite understood the shows he watched. She still tried none-the-less. 

"Good evening young, I mean Kyle." She corrected herself, "I got you an extra copy of Darkhearts album from their show last night, I was hoping you could help me set it up so I can listen to it on my ipod today." She asked quietly, she had lived through three different revolutions, survived the bombing of her villa, and still has difficulties synching her music to her portable music device. "I will be moving another painting soon, the same auction house of course. If you could assist me with that today, I'd be grateful.." She took another pull of the coffee blood mixture. 

The modern world still has it's curiosities, technology happened to not be her strong suit.