Damian and Meelah blinked. "You are the only human here," Damian said bluntly and Meelah glared at him. "Follow me mist- uhh... Celyse," Meelah told, ready to kill that boy.

Meelah looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Oh heavens, no, unless you want it. He wont force it on you." she told, smiling at her sweetly.

"Uhh... there are a few surprise visitors. High, high nobiles. On those occasions - we will guard you at all times." Meelah informed, thinking deeply about what else to warn her about.

As if on cue, Meelah took her arm, literally walking through the wall in the living room and walking out of the wall in a large, beautiful and lavish room. A red and black bed lay to the left of them, black and red pillows lining it as well as a black netting covering it. Night tables sat to either side, oil lamp's with a red lamp cover sat on them, as well as a few other things to give it some 'sight'. Candles lined the walls, as well as torches just to light the room more. No pictures or personal items were on the wall, those having been left to the owner of the room. A cherry wood desk sat to the direct right of them, a small stack of paper and a pen lay there, and not much else. Asside from the beatiful, miscellaneous items and small decorations around the room, it was pretty baren. A black plush carpet covered most of the floor, the massive bricks peeking out from under them.
"I hope this is... acceptable?" Meela asked, Damian popping out of no where, a tray of food in hand.

Meelah smiled happily. "Its fairly empty, and we're willing to paint the walls and everything for you. Give us a color, a basic style - we all can go shopping, and fix it up." Damian said, giving her the tray. "We're very willing." Meelah said kindly, sitting on the chair. Damian simply stood, listening to Meelah sigh at getting the weight off of her feet. The two vampires would be there a while, if she needed.

Meelah nodded, a notebook popping out of no where. It was clear they all had their own little abilities. "No... painting, got it!" she said, having written it in neat, almost too-perfect, too-fancy cursive on the line. "What about furnature? Anything specific you want? Computer? Lamp?" he listed off, looking between her and Meelah.

Meelah nodded. "Anything else? We want to make your stay as comfortable as possible," Meelah said, as if hearing the thought and offering up an explination. "And - Master told us to make sure you have your every hearts desire, no matter how big or small." Damian said, looking at her.

Meelah nodded, putting the book on the floor, but it seemed to sink into the floor. She laughed lightly. "You will have him all to yourself after me and Damian take you shopping. He seems to be a little wrapped up in meetings. Its very rare - usually, he's at home all the time." Meelah said, trying to be a comfort to her. Damian stayed silent.

Meelah got up and her and Damian bowed, leaving the room. All of the maids and butlers converged, having a 'midnight' snack, out of bowels and blood packets that were overstocked from the blood bank. They always lied about 'needing' more blood. For them - no, but for the vampires - yes.

All of them eventually fell asleep, the 'night' people going to bed and the 'day' people staying up.

Meelah wasnt there, no was Damian. Both were napping, waiting to be summoned.

Dante was still slumbering, fairly used to human hours and not really worried about it. Topless and bottomless, he slept in his boxers', unaware that Celyse was coming to find him at all.

Damian jabbed Meelah. She jumped up. "What?!" she shouted and he went 'shhhh!' Meelah blinked. She began fixing her black hair, fixing the bunned pigtails and fixing her side-parted bangs. They both -barefooted- found Celyse wandering around. "That's not very safe, madam." she said, smiling.