Marcel Julius Cross, a Vampire who has lived for many decades is very powerful. The ancient had not been able to understand the change in humanity, and did not think he wanted to. All he knew, was that they were getting newer technology, and newer ways of defending themselves. If a new-blood was careless as always, there was no doubt the secret out to the governments that vampires existed, and it was only a matter of time before he was found out. It does not help he lived in a remote castle on an island off the coast of the united states. At the time he moved here, there was nothing to worry about, but now the country has gotten big cities, big guns, and the population is ever growing daily. When they discovered this island lucky enough not to be mapped out, then he was certain there would be nothing but violence.<br/><br/>Marcel Lifted his blond head from the back of his chair. The ancient had long blond hair which he kept tied back in a pony tail. His clothing looked very old, he had a white long sleeve shirt, that seemed to be reminiscent to 17th century noblemen, he did not have a coat on, but he had a vest which was a dark maroon red color. He had what looked like black pleated slacks, but were of much older design. Marcel was sitting in a well decorated seat at the end of a huge dinning room table. The dining room itself was the size of a ballroom, and you can tell that the table was intended for over thirty guests at the very least. "Although, it does not matter really... I would cut them down, and take my time stringing them up by there necks to my walls," the Ancient spoke almost amiably, as if it was generally a pleasant thought. "The real problem, is that I would never be able to have any of my damned peace as it were..." he murmured.<br/><br/>The families head servant opened the rooms doors swiftly and surely, stepping before his Master respectfully. He bowed low, and when he rose up to a straight posture, clapped hi hands together. "Master Cross, the ones you requested are here. There are twelve of them as you asked of us to find... from ages nineteen to thirty I believe." Marcel folded the napkin that was on his lap, and sat it on his dining room table. The butler seemed to notice, and his gaze narrowed in a threatening manner. "Reminiscing again, My lord?" he asked suspiciously, "You used to do this when you were younger too, and your mother swore you wanted to be human, tell me you are not going to cause a scene again..." he said.<br/><br/>Marcel put his hand on the servants shoulder. "Damian, you worry too much, you and your white hair and beard cannot take much more worry, but keep in mind, I am the Master here now, and doubt me again... I will take your head from your shoulders and bury it by my parents graves." He smiled cruelly, his eyes flaring to what seemed like a bright red due to his families particular vampiric bloodline "Got it?"<br/>Damian seemed to be amused by his comment, "yes, sir... whatever you say." Marcel opened his hands elegantly, and smiled with a voracious gleam to his eyes. "Now! show me the ladies!" he said with renewed vigor. Damian seeming pleased by this grinned himself. "Yes My Lord, they are lined up by the main doors right now... we told them they were to sign up for a job as castle servants... there was only one girl who seemed suspicious of it, but seemed desperate enough to come... so do not worry to much."<br/><br/>Damian bowed once more "Enjoy yourself, My Marcel."