Wide and hysterical eyes greeted Andrei and Ireena, while ruby red cheeks were flushed from the strain of that short desperate dash from the Vine to the Guest House, yes, portly Ismark was quite out of shape.  But he still had enough gas in the proverbial tank to let his deep booming voice rise up over the din of groaning zombies that were closing in.  "Get in, get in!"  He ordered, spittle flying from his puffy lips as he turned to beckon his guests inward through the door.<br/><br/>The fear that was held in his eyes was replaced with abject horror no sooner then he had went to grasp for Esperanza arm and force her through the door.  Whatever drunken rage strength Ismark may have possessed fell away, leaving his stubby grasping fingers to falter and fall away from their efforts to propel Esperanza forward.  A ghostly sheen claimed the mans face, washing away the booze laden red from his features and leaving it a blank canvas of white terror as he stared outward into the fog.<br/><br/>"Go! Go!"  His strength swiftly returned with a purpose as he continued to stare slack jawed out at the tragedy unfolding within the streets.<br/><br/>From the roof of a building across the way she descended like a spider, pale and albino as the moon was full.  Her face was framed by the night itself, deep flowing locks of hair that held no hint of warmth.  Her sultry gown a deep shade of crimson and those mesmerizing red eyes were set upon Xavier who had strayed to far back from the group in his efforts to keep the horde of flesh craving zombies at bay.  But she was not alone as the mists began to swirl and thicken around Xavier's feet the exotic red head, who was still missing one eye drifted out of the darkness to cut off the warriors retreat.  With but a glance back towards the group that was being ushered into the manor, Xavier turned to face his fate.<br/><br/>The grey depths of the fog rose and gathered about them, quickly concealing his plight from sight, but the mans fierce battle cry could be heard rising to challenge the vampiric maidens.  His cry carried on long after his lips had fell silent, echoing across the valley as a half dozen or more zombies shuffled through the thicket of fog, intent on making a meal out of any that dared to linger outside.