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It a typical autumn night in mid October, the last warm breeze of summer was on its way out. The ground was scattered with leaves in the usual array of colours. The full hung high in the sky over the sleeping town of Bangor, Maine. If one were to look at Bangor, they might think it the most normal town on earth, that was except for something the locals called "That place.", "His House", or simply "Up There." They were, of course, refering to the Wager mansion that sat alone on the hill, its long curving drive coming through its wrought iron gate and winding down to a road that lead into town. Inside that mansion was it's owner, the reclusive socialite Wolfgang Wagner. Mr. Wagner sat in a large velvet chair facing the fire, a glass of merlow in his hand. There was a woman to his right. He took a drink, smiled at her, then spoke: his accent clear in the large room. "If what you told me is true they'll be coming soon, dear mother." he said in his silken voice.

The woman was imposing in height and not so much so in build, skeletal almost if not for the form-unfitting suit adding some volume to her figure. She hovered, still, at the periphery of the room like a stone gargoyle, slightly hunched over her cane in thought and with a blank expression etched onto her face. Her features were swallowed into darkness, depthless, light-consuming eyes included, and when she lifted her head the fire illuminated her sclera, but not her pupils. She made a face that neared exasperation but didn't quite reach it.

"There is no 'if' in my words, boy." she spoke and it was a gravely sound, a feminine tinge the only thing preventing it from sounding demonic. It bore infamy, her voice, or would have, had any mortal ever lived to tell the tale. The woman and her two sons were enough - now a new threat was to arise. "They are coming. You would do well to mobilize them for the prowl... All of them."

Disdain was evident on her tongue with the way 'all of them' rolled off of it. She didn't approve of her son's apparent lack of tendency to pick and choose who he took into his home. Some of his followers were newborns, others were reluctant vampires. Lydia didn't meddle in his business physically, but her verbal distaste was constantly made clear. She was a mother; of course she was allowed to dislike much of what Wolfgang did. Yet she would welcome all the new recruits regardless.

As if on queue (or perhaps, having simply heard the woman talk about mobilization), a small boy opened the door and his aristocratically arranged face frowned at the duo. He fixed his gaze on the back of the large settè Wolfgang reclined on.
"Brother... Is it true that we're to welcome more vampires in our home?"

For all the fame of the aforementioned house and her status of a wallflower in every crevisse of the town, Finnie had only just heard about the vampires' settlement after having spent a few months aimlessly roaming Bangor's streets. Her presence was mousy and unnoticeable thus she got wind of many a gossip, but it seemed no people knew of the Wagner residence. She got all her information from the odd informator at night clubs and various other sleazy places.

It intrigued Finnlay to no end - for one, she was a vampire herself, newly turned, confused, bound to the night and barely able to get shelter during the day (she needed a resting place while the sun was out) and, secondly, she wished for a family. Not in the conventional sense of the word as nocturnal maneaters burdened with immortality could hardly conceptualize family, she assumed, much less create one, but a tutor or teacher wouldn't hurt.

As followed, regardless of the low opinion she had of her own species, one late October night found her climbing uphill to the large Wagnar mansion, armed with optimism and hope to spare. The building looked... imposing. It rose from the nothingness of the rural area as if insulted by the very ground it stood upon - that was the extent of its regality. A bit fear-inducing, but Finnie was hardly one to shy away from the dark. She had no choice lately...

Standing in front of the mahogany doors, however, she almost hesitated. Whatever lay behind that door would likely not be what she expected - she walked in the wake of a sunbeam, so she had appropriately high, enthusiastic expectations. Still, she knocked, disregarding the bell or the knocking piece attached to the door.

A small child stood outside of the gate of the mansion, a book held to her chest as she blinked up at it with dark, curious eyes. Seeing such a place was like she stepped in the past again. It made her feel a scene of security, which was good for it calmed the voices in the deep abyss in her mind. Without a care of being seen, she pushed through the gate silently and made her way up the path to the door. She saw a woman knocking on the door, and knew by her aura that she was no mortal but a fledgling. She paused at the bottom steps, looking at her back before smiling in a sickly sweet way. It had been so long since she had been with other like her, the last one being her past childe. It would be very fun to see if the New World brethren were different to her. Picking up the skirt of her white dress, she walked up the steps silent and onto the porch. Putting on a facade of innocence, she reached out to the vampire female and touched her arm to let her presence known.

It was obvious that Nessarosa was not all that she seemed. Though small, Nessa had seen many things in her life and grew up mentally. But this did not stop the curse of madness settling in her mind. Then again, she allowed it in with one single act. But she was in control of it, most of the time. Some days, it would slip and the beast would come out, but it was rare now since she was older. "Pardon me?" She asked politely, smile still on her face. "Is this Wager Mansion?" She whispered, as if she was telling a secret. She moved to stand next to her and looked to the door. Tilting her head, she reached to press the bell, but was too short to reach so she settled down and pouted to herself, clenching her book to her chest. Shrugging her shoulders, she turned back to Finnie. "You smell new." She said, blinking once or twice before shaking her head. "My name is Nessarosa. At your service." She introduced herself, picking up her skirt to curtsy to the stranger. "And you are?"

Getting closer to the mansion, Ashling could spot others there. Knowing others would be there wasn't something she was rather keen on. Of course, it wasn't to the point where she would just completely avoid going, though she wasn't used to being around more people. Ashling was a woman who mostly kept to herself - occasionally socialising with other vampires. That's how it has been ever since her husband had been killed many, many years ago. Despite that, maybe it'd be nice to be around others and to not be alone. As she arrived to the mansion, Ashling spotted two others already waiting outside. Maybe they've just arrived too, or were kept waiting. Making sure her dress wasn't creased, she stepped towards them. Ashling stopped just not far behind. She didn't wanna get too close to the strangers. "You're both guests, too?" She questioned with her French accent, placing her hands onto her curved hips and added, "My name is Ashling Favre. Lovely to meet you both." After having introduced herself, she looked towards the door. Who knows what could happen behind these doors? Ashling has heard of Wager mansion. The mansion seemed rather appealing to Ashling. Maybe her time in this mansion would be splendid, but she couldn't just assume things right at this moment.

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