Christian returned to his castle though not before his sire had arrived. Slightly perturbed by her unannounced promptness and a little excited to see her. He curled his form together from the mists in his study as he watched her.

The woman was pretty. She was, of course, pale. Her skin taking on a almost translucent appearance. She had long slightly curly dark reddish hair that fell over her shoulders and down her back to just above her waste. She wore a rather revealing but form fitting purplish/black dress with trim along either side to show off her milky colored flesh. She had the most intriguing violet eyes one could dream. They seemed to swirl or cloud over with different unknown thoughts. Evil things dwelled within her, all seen through her eyes. Most disturbing to any regular mortal.

Christian was not effected however by the slight magic's of her. Long since having grown over them as he'd grown within his own power, gotten his own age and might. He however bowed slightly though she wasn't looking his way.

"Good evening Alexandria," he greeted in earnest, grinning slightly at her jump, "how are you this fine night?"

"Christian," she chided as she turned to see him, "you should know much better than to simply pop out on me like that. What if I had reacted badly?"

"Then I'd of had to kill you," he responded coolly, challenging her in a less than subtle way.

The silence grew slowly longer between the two as they met gazes, a silent battle for control. It was only moments in real time, longer for them but after the short time the woman glanced away. She wasn't giving up, simply withdrawing for the time being from it.

"You play dangerous games here Christian," she warned him as her eyes wandered his shelf of books on the occult.

"I don't play games sire," he answered, "I simply finish things that need to be finished. I will no longer tolerate you simply arriving whenever you wish. I am above it."

She turned back to him, looking over him with a bit more of a wary way.

"Your request is granted." She whispered after a while, looking away in annoyance. Too prideful to want to give any ground to her children. Mortal or otherwise.

"Good," Christian nodded, not so very much emotional than before, but less threatening.

"The party is tomorrow Christian." She reminded. "Where were you off gallivanting about?"

"I had business Alexandria." He stated coolly, again getting annoyed by her prater.

Another short pause and he motioned to some steps within the large room that doubled as the library itself.

"Your room is as it always is, I've no need to show you to it…go then," he shooed her off with the words, "I've no need to show you to it."

At that he turned away from her in a very dismissive manner, walking without sound to his desk and seating himself.

"You press your luck Christian," she hissed slightly, angered at his rudeness.

"Or you press yours." Was his quiet response, his eyes churning slightly at the challenge. "Last chance to peacefully return to your room."

Again, Alexandria was taken aback by his sudden actions, not having remembered her childe so stubborn and free-willed. She stared for just a split second before walking for the steps and exiting in the same silence. A subtle and yet not so subtle reminder that she wasn't young or weak herself.

Christian sighed slightly after she left…there was one of the jobs of the evening finished…too many to go for him to get much enjoyment out of this evening. He leaned back and brooded as he waited for word of more guests. Everything would fall into place.