When the servants had first gone around at sundown to inform everyone about the meeting at midnight, the night had looked promising, the sky cloudless and the stars bright. As the hours passed, the moon made it's lazy way up to it's apex in the sky, easily illuminating the inside of the hotel, for those who dared to open their curtains. Outside on the lawn, a chill October wind was blowing, and scattered across the hotel grounds were drifts made up of leaves of many colors, but this was only the beginning, Fall had just begun.<br/><br/>However, as the midnight hour neared, the bright and clear sky began to change. Anyone who glanced outside, or who was using moonlight to brighten their rooms rather than the artificial light offered by the Hotel lamps and candles, would notice a sudden and drastic dip in the lighting. The stars looked almost like they were blinking out, one by one, and then finally even the light from the moon vanished completely, throwing the Hotel into darkness, save for the well lit hallways, and the windows of a few of the rooms. Anyone who glanced outside would notice what appeared to be massive storm clouds, appearing as if from nowhere, full and eager to release their burden upon the Hotel and it's surrounding grounds.<br/><br/>Any who continued to watch would see a single pinpoint drop from this shadow. Only visible in the complete and total absence of light by the complete darkness of it's own form, making the empty space around it seem as bright as the moonlit landscape from a mere hour before. This silhouette plummeted towards the earth like a bird of prey, veering off at the last second and swerving around to the back of the Hotel, where it vanished from sight.<br/><br/>No sooner had this shadow vanished than a light whisper of a voice drifted out, all throughout the hotel grounds. To each and every person there, be they Hunter or Servant, it sounded as if this person was standing just behind them, leaning over there shoulder, purring softly into their ear. It was unlike any of the voices that they had heard so far during their stay, certainly not any of the young servant girls. There was a certain dignity and strength behind it that bespoke power, confidence, and the experience of years beyond counting. But at the same time, the rich feminine voice somehow managed to sound seductive enough to pull any mortal man or woman in the world into a desperate need driven frenzy to succumb and serve this woman's wishes.<br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"Welcome, my fellow Hunters of the Night. While I am loathe to interrupt any of you, I find it most prudent to inform you that the time for this <i>gathering</i> is soon upon us. The last of the High Council has finally arrived. Please conclude whatever business you have... whatever it may be... and gather in the entrance hall as soon as you are able."</span><br/><br/>The voice finishes on this note, before the strong willed presence vanishes, leaving everyone to whatever they had been doing a few moments before... but now with this new knowledge weighing upon them.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, those already assembled down in the entrance hall would hear many sounds coming from the massive dining chamber at the rear of the hall. The clashing of metallic silverware and the clomping of many leather clad feet. It sounded as though the servants of the household had all been called to work to prepare<i> 'something'</i>for the meeting. Two of the young white haired girls appeared suddenly, as if creeping from the walls themselves, and took up positions outside of the doors, obviously to watch, and wait, for when everyone had assembled.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>