Darion couldn't get the thought of what Lily had felt like when he had been holding her close earlier.  The current outfit hid everything about her, but he had felt that she had some lean muscles hidden under that drab servant girl outfit.  She was athletic, more than a plain servant, did she fight as some time in her life.  She had also tasted amazing, better than he had thought anyone would.  This young woman was going to be interesting, she had a lot of spirit, a lot of fire. But the feel of her body's reaction had not been what he had expected, she was actually enjoying being fed from!  Why did she so willingly follow the orders of vampires?  Was that what made her blood taste so good?<br/><br/>When noise brought him out of himself, Darion found that he was studying his new servant from behind his Oakley sunglasses.  Lily made darion curious to say the least.  Though the fact that she was assigned to him by someone else also made the marine suspicious.  But he didn't linger as he took his eyes from Lily to look at the new vampires who came into the entrance hall.  He had a distinct feeling that they were all much older than he was... why the hell was he invited here?  Good question.<br/><br/>And by the sounds of things, that question may get answered soon with the reaction that the hotel servants were going through, moving like puppets.  They opened the large doors at the other end of the room, allowing them all to look into the dining hall.  And the only thing that distracted him from the whole size of the room and the array of food and drink was the very creepy lineup of servant girls standing next to each chair.  Creepier than the feelings he got from old vampires.  But then, he had to enter because he knew that he had to, couldn’t be the only one to not enter the room, especially with the others moving.<span style="color: Blue">“This is probably not going to be fun… those girls creep me out…”</span><br/><br/>In the room, Darion watched where the others were sitting, and the spokes woman for the council was greeting them.  Darion moved around the table towards one of the first chairs, taking the first available.  The woman spokes person was beautiful, helped along very much by her exotic look, her skin dark tan, a kind she was born with. But her voice, he recognized as that commanding, controlled, and seductive from the mental message that had called them all.<span style="color: Blue">“hmm, so we meet the mystery voice.”</span>Darion muttered to Lily after he took a seat, and then fell silent.<br/><br/>He took the time to finally study the 6 councilors as they were introduced.  The beautiful, and after a moment he finally figured out what she was as he remembered some museum visits as a kid, Egyptian vampire.  Shadya Mubarak.  Then second was the vampire that could give darion a challenge for muscle.  Charles Anderson.  Then the chick that gave the impression of a violent para-military militant in Columbia. Darion actually lowered his sunglasses down a bit to get a clear look at her, the fiery hair and clear disrespect was about as interesting as Lily’s spirit.  Pacifica Bello.  Then was the creepiest of the group, the big bat beast looking one, and the one that made darion’s body want to just leave, the instinct to fight or run was most reactive to him.  He squashed that feeling before they came up to the surface.  Samuel Riven.  Then the third woman on the council, the obvious Asian descent, and very beautiful in her own way, but also seemed to be very powerful by what he was feeling.  Miyako Himura.  Ok, he had found each of the women beautiful. what could he say?  He appreciated beautiful women, and enjoyed seeing them.  Then came the last one, the least impressive man in the room was the last councilor, and someone darion would not trust to stand beside in a fire fight. Absolon Ivancov.<br/><br/>Impressive group, and darion could respect what it meant to have them all here, whatever they had called these people for was extremely important.  And that got the first popping into his mind at that thought, but first.  Darion motioned for the white haired servant to lean down and then he whispered a little order for himself over all the expensive wines.<span style="color: Blue">“Can you bring me some Scotch on the rocks. Better than the wine.”</span>Darion asked before leaning back in the chair and waiting for his drink, and Shadya to finish speaking.  As soon as she was finished speaking and darion had his first sip of his drink he spoke up with his question.<span style="color: Blue">“Darion, Ma’am.  And I actually got a question.  With something important enough to call you all together, why would I have been called to help?  I am a very young vampire compared to all the others you called.”</span>He took another sip of his Scotch.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>