The Romanian sat quietly in the darkened room, idly watching the spiders slide across the heavy drapes covering the antique window. Her gaze lifted at the sound of someone entering the room. Tilting her head to acknowledge the new presence a slight frown appeared as Seshie quickly placed her brother's face.

"Open the window," she demanded lackadaisically, head lolling back to watch the spiders.

"I'm not here for a social call. Make yourself presentable and come with me. You have company," came the snappish reply from the younger vampire, his gloved hands going impatiently to his hips while waiting for his sister to comply with his wishes.

"Oh? Does she? Open the window. Seshie wants the night let in." Retorted the girl, a faint smile twisting onto her features as a moth caught in the spiders' web. "If it opens the window, Seshie shall be good for the vile, ghastly beast."

Rolling his eyes in frustration, Dante complied with his sister's request. Throwing open the drapes the spiders quickly scattered from their nook before the panes were thrust open, letting faint moonlight filter through as well as a slight chilled breeze. "There. Now come if you're quite done with this nonsense."

"It's almost two," noted the girl softly, blood red eyes lifting to her brother," you can tell by the light," she added as an afterthought – as if it explained the reason for her statement. A smug grin appeared, as she perceived Dante's growing irritation, "Leave. Seshie shall follow... She did promise to be good after all," purred Seshie softly, a slightly insane laugh escaping her.

Dubious with his sister's sincerity Dante swept out of the room, listening intently for any sudden movements from her. He was quickly down the stairs away from his blood sibling, his irritation lessening with each passing minute. Soon, hopefully, he wouldn't have to deal with the shell of his sister for at least a few weeks if the meeting went well.

Seshie's grin widened as she stood, fangs baring and reflecting in the shallow moonlight. Slowly crossing the room to open her dresser drawer, she haphazardly palmed a makeshift wooden stake in her partially gloved hand before exiting the room.

"Company? Seshie does love company... Perhaps they shall bleed." Spoke the girl calmly to herself as she started her decent down the stairs, "Seshie does so love it when they bleed…"