Cliff walked them down to the infirmiry, his hand had slid under the shirt and against the spot he had used the first day, again she felt the strnag feeling of him searching her body, he nodded once and smiled gently to her. he turned away from the infirmory and walked to the room where all the coffins were, walking to what must be his own in the back, a white casket trimmed in red, and gold. It suited him well. He tapped it twice and it popped open, steppin in lowering both of them into its deep hole. "By the Vox Castle, Clifford...Conroy Stainly" he quoted like Anthony as the lights came up. To the side a large king sized bed sat neatly made. All the walls were a red shade trimmed with gold while the floor and curtains around the white bed all were a soft cream color. His red wood rocker sitting infront o a fire place piecefully. Abiove this marble fireplace a portrait of him and a beautiful red haired vampiress dressed in a fine white gown, his hand resting on her slightly rounded torso, both smiling happily. Red roses dead and preserved edges this portrait sweetly in her memory.<br/><br/>Cliff walked and sat in the rocker cutting his wrist offering it to her kindly. The walls glittered with the reflection of the fire upon the blades gracing each wall. Cliff was very formal and refined. "i am sorry to feed you myself, You had mentioned you didnt want Anthony woken up. So i desided to if thats ok? "he said popping a small fridge open beside the rocker with his free hand as he pulled out a smoothie form of yogurt drinking it with a pale hue to his features. "You didn't bother me."