(OOC:I figured out what it was: it was the img codes I was using.  Well kids, looks like there won't be any pictures posted here)<br/><br/><br/>Eurich watched from the top of the stairs as all the fashionable vampires were admitted in their best clothes.  He could hear carriages being driven by human servants pulled up, then rolled away out front of the house.  He saw his sister out of the corner of his eys, approaching him at the top of the stairs and preening the ornaments in her hair.  He knew his mother and father would be along at the very last once all the guests had arrived and become comfertable.<br/><br/>Human servants brought other humans, their kin, or rather, their kind, to sit in between the table and large chairs on little stools.  They'd clearly been given a lot of liquor or some kind of opiate to keep them sedated until dinner time.  All of them were dressed in red dressing gowns that matched the succulant color of the tablecloth.  Upon the table were wonderfully ornamented candlesticks and glasses with nothing in them.  Sometimes it was custom to drain the victims blood into a glass before drinking.  Whichever way you took it, that's what a dinner party of the undead was, a blood orgy.<br/><br/>Eurich had grown accustomed to this sort of activity by the time the kind had made the decision to retire.  He hadn't been especially fond of it the first time, but soon came to realize it was much easier on the nerves than hunting and killing.  Lilliana on the other hand, liked the sophistication and civility of drinking her meals this way, but did enjoy a certain amoutnt of blood-sport in killing her prey and instilling in it the terror of slow death.  This kind of dining was only for the special occasions, what her mother called the "free use of court".  She too foresaw her parents appearing when everyone had arrived.