Darion grumbled to himself as he rode his Harley into the hotel's  parking lot, the deep rumble of his bike's engine echoed around the entire area.  He loved the bike, more than any of the high priced cars that vampires tended to use.  It helped him blend in a lot more than driving around in an expensive car drawing attention.  On top of that, it just looked cool with his leather jacket, and his muscles, few people even messed with him.  As a Marine, he also enjoyed the tough biker crowd, they knew how to have fun.  If only alcohol had the effect it should on him.<br/><br/>He was arriving at the hotel on the 10th day,  at maybe 10 pm long after sundown to finish his travel from a smaller town in southwestern Ohio.  The letter from the council that he had received had gone into the junkmail pile where most letters from vampires went.  Hell, if they wanted to contact him then they could pick up a phone.  The old bastards needed to learn to use technology sooner or later or all their carefully laid plans would be shot by a sudden leap in tech they weren't prepared for sometime in the next century.<br/><br/>Darion had only opened the letter when one of his servants had been going through his discarded mail and read the letter from the council.  She had shoved it in his face the night before, saying it was one he needed to read.  It was not a happy message, but he could guess why the old powerful bastards wanted him.  He was definitely not the smartest or most cunning person, but he was a fighter, and a very good one.  Grumbling, he had taken the said servant half way to the hotel, then stopped for the day.<br/><br/>That was why he was just arriving 2 hours before the meeting, parking his bike so he can get off.<span style="color: Blue">“Karen, make sure that Sarah and Kayla don't kill each other.”</span>he said before handing her his helmet while she took up the driver seat on the back to take it back home.  He moved toward the hotel, and the cute servant with the odd white hair.  He smiled a bit at her before he was led to his room for the next two hours.  Darion just layed back onto the bed and took his sunglasses off to look at the room.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue">“Interesting, a hotel just for vampires.  I wander how many people they have enslaved just to be snacks... and how often one of their 'staff' die.”</span>Darion grumbled to himself looking up to the ceiling and just hating knowing that his thoughts were probably true.  They probably had people to dispose of bodies too.  Glad he hadn't let his servant stay.<br/><br/>Well, if he had two hours to wait for the meeting, might as well clean up from the ride up here.  He stripped off his cloths and made his way to the bathroom, all the muscles of his body standing out clearly on his body as he moved into the shower for a few minutes.  When finished with the shower and he looked into the mirror, he could see a ring of red around his irises, he was a little hungry.<br/><br/>Darion left the bathroom wearing only a towel around his hips before laying on the bed, and placing his pistol, still in it's shoulder holster withing quick arms reach.  He then turned on the TV so he wasn't sitting in silence.  It took him a moment to find the bell.  A few more minutes he debated on weather he should call one of the servants with the bell, whether he was as bad as the assholes that usually were vampires if he called one of the servants just for a drink.  But then the thought that he probably shouldn't meet with the council while 'hungry' overruled that and he reached over to ring the bell to call one of the servants.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>