The small black bird watched the building from a healthy distance, farther than a human could see without aid. Her vision, however, was flawless. The hotel was crisp and clear, its heavy green shutter s and thick curtains concealing the truth behind the pleasant exterior. The small raven preened her feathers with her tiny yellow beak, fluttering them nervously like any other bird. This was an illusion of course, as Janeil was a professional at observing and being unobserved. While most of her kind could turn into different things like wolves or bats, she could become a raven.<br/>This one tool alone made her almost the perfect spy. Silent in the air, seemingly harmless to look at and traveled with small flocks from time to time, nothing living or undead ever detected her, and if they did, her natural abilities were more than a match to silence anyone that would speak out against her.<br/><br/>Janeil was the first to arrive at the Sanguine Rose, knowing exactly where it was because of prior spy missions on other –covens- over the last century or so.  The building had changed its appearance a few times, but the lot and purpose had not. This calling of a coven was most troublesome, due to the recent slayings of low and high council. Janeil had been following the losses from her nightclub in Washington DC,<i> “The Twizzler”</i>. Janeil discovered that business here in the new world held more weight than titles, very early, and had diversely created businesses that allowed her to feed and spy when necessary. This current endeavor was a small, yet high classed nightclub for the like of congressmen, senators and the richer parts of society. Janeil had been enjoying the company of a lonely business executive, when the drone had arrived with the letters. The first was the invitation and the issues at hand; the second was the command to be there.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange">“This is a task, my shadow. Be there my baroness, and we shall finally meet. Please accept my gift and join me at the hotel in a few days, all will be revealed.”</span>Janeil looked to the drone who handed her what appeared to be an ancient silver dagger of Egyptian design.  She took the sheathed blade quickly, hiding it in her dress, then turned to the executive sitting with her.  Janeil then smiled for a moment, letting her twin white enameled fangs slowly slide downward.  Panic seemed to grip the frail woman before her just before the vampire seized her.<span style="color: DarkOrange">"Oh, god NO!"</span>The woman screamed, then was paralyzed by Janeil's icy touch.  Slowly, the ice blue eyes before the woman rolled upwards for a few seconds, as she breathed in the scent around her.<span style="color: Blue">  "Amazing."</span>Janeil uttered before she sank her teeth into her helpless partner.  Retracting her fangs, blood rushed from the double wound pulsing hard with each fevered heartbeat of Janeil's captive.  Janeil locked her lips instantly over the holes, drinking the heated iron flavors gingerly for a few minutes enjoying the sensation of the thick fluid turning frigid in her body.  She licks the wounds closed with her frozen tongue just before the human is drained beyond use.  Knowing the woman before her was still frozen in her body and mind, Janeil quickly opened her own wrist, allowing her own blueish force to flow out, before jamming it to the woman's mouth, enslaving the woman in blood to her as a thrall.<br/><br/><span style="color: Blue"> “Amy. You are well known to be talented for your business style. I need for you to watch the club for a while. Your instructions are on my desk; please me and you will be rewarded.” </span>Janeil released Amy from her frozen prison and  watched as the helpless woman slowly nodded and spoke,<span style="color: DarkOrange">“My life is yours to command. I am eternally yours.” </span><br/><br/>It only took the vampire hours to reach her destination thanks to the long shadows and wind direction, and for the last ten days, her life couldn’t have been more boring. She had developed a routine early on over the ten days. Sleep in the basement, feed on the drones, use the low light to blend as shadow and spy on the occupants. So far it had been pointless to spy on them. Most were doing typical things that vampires do, drink blood, and play with humans..nothing out of the ordinary. Janeil’s only surprise was the one of her kind that arrived much like she did. He appeared out of the shadow so suddenly she actually squawked in her raven form causing the small flock of birds around her to caw as well. It was small wonder that black suited man didn’t look back to see the commotion. Janeil decided at that point, her first observations would certainly be that vampire above all. Nightly she would observe the olive skinned old Greek for a few hours, and all he ever did was meditate, eat, keep a low profile and kept his weapons hidden. Janeil realized that his council was in his head and aside from watching him do nothing; there was precious little she could glean until he decided to speak. There were a couple times over the days while in her shadowform, she swore that he looked directly into her hidden eyes, yet said nothing to her or even acknowledged her existence. It was those few times that she hastily left the room, slithering her inky form along the dark corners of the hotel until she was a safe distance in the trees, before becoming the bird she was at this point. Her black eyes looked up to the moon and judged the time,<span style="color: Blue"> “It is midnight and time to gather with this new coven.”  </span>She thought to herself. The baroness melted into her shadowform, slid back into the hotels first floor meeting room into a very dark corner before taking her true shape. Janeil’s crystal blue eyes pierce the darkness first as she elegantly pads her way into the moonlit room.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>