- Name: Anna Carpiani
- Ethnicity: Romanian
- Date of Birth (Mortal): March 21st 238 AD
- Date of awakening: July 1st 260 AD
- Age at the time of the change: 22
- Height: 5’10 Weight: 128
- Affiliation: Domini
The arched desk was a work of art all by itself, constructed of beautiful ebon marble and etched with intricate details. Lining its top are several antique crystalline statues that lead towards a flat screen monitor. At the helm sits the queen of the castle; Gazing at the nightly spectacle from her lofty throne. However tonight is different than previous nights; tonight she is entertaining a special guest of honor. She does not move an inch from her perch as the guardsman drag you before her.
You look around the room despite your host seemingly tapping her fingers on her desk. One look at her, then as your eyes bounce around her office, paintings of the establishment’s heir bring a pause for curiosity. Each painting would seem to be a different age in history down to every detail; yet each depicts your host. The one by the book shelf seemingly the oldest, that of her standing in front of a castle. To the most recent of this age above a fireplace just to the right of a small kitchenette with an onyx counter.
Your view drifts back to her however as you notice her gaze is quite a spectacle, her flawless skin, and pleasant smile great you quickly as she announces. “Well, well look at you.” I figured you’d be a bit more refined given you made it into this place. I’ll have to, educate, our doormen about how selective we should be once more.
Noticing your curious expression, she pauses and fixes her gaze upon you as she adds in a friendly tone. “You will find out soon enough child, all things in good time.
She then looks over her shoulder as the laser show intensifies from the DJ’ booth she can see with ease through her viewing glass. She grins, then looks back at you with a look that seems odd. “I guess before we get to the grit of it, you should know what you’re in for, and by the look on your face you haven’t even a clue, but I’ll tell you…”
Anna stands up from her soft leather chair as her eyes flicker with a piercing red light, and her canines elongate into nearly two inch long fangs that glisten when she speaks. “Despite my perfect acquisition of the modern accent, I’m quite older than most of the ones you’re going to meet. Even the guards that dragged you in here and threw you at my feet are but a mere year into undeath. That’s right, undeath, learn that word quickly.“
She grins, as you can’t help but look at the feral expression growing upon her face. “But hey, l am quite sure the staff downstairs gave you a grand welcome to my establishment. But where would a hosts manners be if they didn’t give a personal greeting on occasion.
Anna moves with graceful motions as she walks around her desk and offers a humble bow. “Welcome little one to Club Carpiani, one of the havens of the vampire Sabbath of The
Aristocracy of Domini.”
The expression on your face fills quickly with terror as she stands upward, her fangs even more noticeable than before, along with her red animalistic eyes offering a hungry grin. “OH… now you want to scream after seeing my…features…it’s ok, you’ll have them too soon enough, but first I’m feeling a bit like taking a trip down memory lane so buckle up butter cup, and try not to scream. I find it unrefined…”
She vanishes from your sight in the blink of an eye as your ears quickly taunt you into finding the sound of her voice by her by an eloquent book case. “I was once mortal, over eighteen hundred years ago.” Shen then reappears in front of you with leaving hardly a room to gasp. “In a nutshell I’m originally from places near the Carpathian mountains, and not to be a cliché but it’s close to Transylvania. I was left for dead, I was hung before the eyes of my own child as some twisted statement to the community back then.” She smiles at you again as her fangs glisten, “the rope didn’t kill me though, my maker found me, turned me and taught me the finer arts of using mortals to carry out everything my black little vindictive heart could desire.”
A blink of the eye, she again vanishes, this time taking form near black kitchenette and holding in her hand a champagne glass filled with something red, blood red. “I have spent hundreds of years refining the art of using mortals to do my bidding, and making the most loyal even kill for a drop of my divine taste.” Again as you blink, she is somewhere else, this time, sitting behind her desk with her legs crossed taking a sip. “Alas, sometimes you need vampires to do what mortals can’t and I have a feeling you are going to come in quite useful, that or end up in my sunroom should you fail me.” Taking a sip she continues as she looks at you with her burning eyes. “I built this establishment by making its previous owners my servants, then turning the most loyal of them. However now I have need of expansion. Over the years I have discovered as most of the Domini have, if you control places that offer the arts, importance, or convenience to our kind, it gives a nice bit of power.” She takes another sip as she yawns, “I have spent centuries assuring that my underlings rank from politicians, bank CEO’s, university chairmen, and yes, even captains of the local police force under my wing to assure my foothold.”
She stands up slowly from her desk as she digresses, “Now it’s time to work on other more trivial things. You see this city has a few blood banks that I feel need new ownership. Having a delivery service would help maintain further control, that and making sure the more refined vampires have more time to worry about maintaining their grip versus taking the time to stalk the alleys for their meals. Even the brothel I have down past the red curtain below filled with the most willing of mortals loses its luster after a while.” She puts her hand upon her hip as she playfully states, “You always have to be ahead of the game in what you can offer” She again vanishes and stands behind you, prompting you to turn your head, “Hell even my enforcer, Zachary ward has went on his own personal mission of controlling the guns in this city.. You know, all those petty mortal gang squabbles. After all the police in my pocket can only do so much, though they do make keeping the mess some of our less experienced tend to make a secret. After all we need to protect the foundations of our society. Oh don’t worry you’ll learn that soon enough too.”
Taking a sip from her glass she pauses again, smiles and then takes another sip before you learn more of her story. “In today’s world my Sabbath has used our position to acquire a variety of financial institutions, clubs, universities, hospitals, and other useful commodities.”
She tilts her head as he places her glass down on the black counter behind her. “But you, your status, is what I’m looking for, and as a vampire of The Aristocracy we are always looking to the future. It’s time to expand our ranks again, and while servants have their merit, I prefer our own kind making sure the work gets done. After all if you’re not recruiting for the future of your order and keeping your head in the game, some other coven might slip past you, and I can’t have that.”
Feeling a sense of her story coming to an end, and possibly yourself, your eyes locate an object on her desk. Your attention however is not unnoticed. “I almost want to grin, I see you eyeing that diamond paperweight, lovely shape is it not? A lion, one of my favorite pieces, partly the reason most of the décor in the club matches it so. After my forceful acquisition of parts of Rome stemming from my vengeance it did help prompt a taste in their architecture and their art for that matter.”
She then picks up a card, a business card white in form as she instructs, “this is Zachary’s address, and you’ll find he can teach you how to fight should you need it. That and his pawn shop a lovely addition to our coven’s holdings by the way, has most the weapons you might need while you’re working your way up in our ranks. But first. We need to take care of something.”
She yawns for a moment which turns quickly to a deadly grin, as her words direct themselves deeper. “I do have a flare for the old days, the ancient arenas, the old roman colosseums, oh well. Even if you did manage to hit me in the head with that paperweight, you would find it quite in vain, or should I say… vein….”
A flash again, leaves you raised up in the air as her clawed hand now grips your throat leaving you hardly able to scream or breathe. “Now, you can close your eyes if you want, some say my bite leaves them feeling a rush of sensual pleasure, but I’m feeling a bit nostalgic, all that talk about my beginnings has me wanting to be a bit rough….. Do scream as loud as you want… We are all around you…..”