William's eyes followed each group of guests as they entered the hall, watching them like how father had said, "like a hawk". He turned slightly, his eyes travelling to his wife, their eldest son and his daughter before he turned back to the watching the guests enter again. He watched as two female vampires entered the hall. Russian? So it seems. This event has attracted a great deal of attention and it is expected that there were other foreign vampires. His family was no stranger to blood orgies, though his eldest son detested the idea of having to "be served", as he derived pleasure in drinking from his victim. That was strange, though not as strange as the Eastern contact which had arrived earlier this week...<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Kiritsugu flicked a cigarette off into the evening and sipped red liquid from a metal flask. The blood provider stood behind him, waiting silently. He turned around and nodded at the human and stood up, passing him back the syringe used to drain blood earlier. His servant, as how these westerners would address him, kept the syringe into a pocket and nodding. He had never liked visiting the west, as the difference in their culture and of course, the treatment of humans would repel him if not for the fact that the westerners paid good money for a job. Slinging the violin case over his shoulder both of them began scaling the roof of an unoccupied house. As he reached down to lift the human by the collar up onto the roof, he mused silently, while it is true that the humans are weaker, do not both humans and vampire's have the same physical appearance? He sighed mentally as they began moving from roof to roof, towards the gathering.