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Kirai smiled sweetly, and chuckled. "Thank you Felicity."

Kirai nodded her head... Somehow, she could tell. "Also, Felicity... there are several rooms here, only a few are claimed or put back for guests who visit fairly often. You should be able to tell their rooms apart, since the doors to theirs are locked. Other than that, you may feel free to choose which ever bedroom you feel the most comfortable in."

"hey Kirai." James started, having remembered something. "You haven't been up in my old room have you? Not that I have anything to hide, I'm just wondering. Yeah. Well?!"

"Good, thats good." James sighed, nodding his head in relief. "I have some stuff up there that I need to attend to her in a moment." He looked giddy, almost ecstatic. Like he had just won the lottery.

Oh Kirai, when i find my room I'll be so drunk I wouldn't even be able to say the word room. Jame thought grinning, completely forgeting the fact that both of the women around him could read minds. "Yeah I'll do that, whenever she's ready."

Days later, Kirai was going through one of the many old rooms in the castle she had never truly bothered in touching or keeping up. Moving, cleaning, and going through everything. Kirai had had a head ache and felt weaker and weaker in the past few days, during her stay in the Mainlands, she had gotten use to consuming blood so regularly... A sharp pain hitting her head, Kirai's hands shroud in black lace fingerless gloves, dropped a chest she had been moving. The chest fell to the ground and because of it's age and a big crack in he wood, broke apart. Holding onto her throbbing head for a few moments, Kirai then kneeled down and letting out a sigh, then began to pick everything up. All that had been stored in this chest were papers, many, many, old papers. Stacking them up and deciding she would go through them later, suddenly, a name on one of the sheets caught her eye. Rosette Andrea Grey. Pulling it from the many other sheets, Kirai for some reason felt the draw to read on. Just as she began to read, a clock stroke twelve somewhere in the castle. "Nevermind, I'll surely have time to go over these papers later." Placing the wooden bits in a large sack she had brought, she took the papers in her arms and walked them down to another room and moving inside, put them inside of a desk. Locking the doors behind her as she moved along, Kirai rubbed the temples of her head, and feeling the tips of her sharp vampire teeth with her tongue, grabbed one of her capes and left Vaclav... Besides, the hunt and a little practicing of necromancy sounded like a nice break from trying to single-handedly keep everything up in the castle.

Kirai (Rosette) stood on the cealing, looking down at him and watching him silently. She had just arrived back in Vaclav.... obviously, with perfect timing. He forgot... she lived within these walls for over two hundred years. Along with being able to sense different people's presences... the fact that she was a nosferatu, and that she knew all the smells of the castle so well made it impossible not to notice when someone, or something was there that didn't belong. She was the guardian of her home. And that is exactly what it was.... home The one thing in her life that never changed, the one thing in her life she could always fall back on, the only consistent thing she had ever known.... It was obvious to say, this place was very, very important to her.

"....fool." Kirai immediately made her way upstairs with incredible speed at him. Before he could get another thing in the bag, she was standing behind him with an opened scalpel-sharp straight edged razor pressed gently against his neck on his adam's apple, so sharp it actually tugged at and hooked onto the skin. Her torso was pressed up against his. "There's no honor among thieves, Salazar." Her delicate white hand grabbed his arm and took hold of it with a death grip hard to match. "I wouldn't attempt at tripping me... you can probably notice, I've recently sharpened this razor. Quite the pity if it 'slipped'." Her voice was not empty as it use to be... now, there was a different kind of depth within her words. Her grip tightened to the point of nearly breaking the bone and causing bruising, cutting off circulation, "Why are you stealing from me? You were once a guest in my home. I fed you, I clothed you, I gave you shelter and an indefinite stay when you were naught be a stranger to me. And what have you done? You stole from me. You worked for my enemy. You broke another individual into my home. You tried to kill me." The razor pressed a bit tighter against his neck, her hand over his arm trembled as she smelled the scent of a very, very small trickle of blood, but the one near his neck remained steady. "I have never asked anything of you. You've never given me food. You've never clothed me. You never given me shelter. When you tried to take my life, I purposely never intended to take yours. So, Salazar Neri... what have I ever done to deserve this pathetic, dishonoring childish attempt at a disguise, and to have my possessions taken from me?"