The chilly winter England air was quenched by the roaring fireplaces in the Estate. The carriage pulled up the striaght driveway, light up by gas lights, pulling up to the front of the large double doors. This was the door used by the aristocracy to enter, one at a time, this ensures that they are noticed with seemely equal notority and respect. The carriage door opens, and an older gentlemen, with white hair, and a red fleece suit stepped out, he takes a moment to straighten his suit, making sure the others noticed him. Extending his hand to the carriage, an elegant hand emerges from the darkness, and the gentleman gently held the hand while a stunning middle eastern woman, dressed to nines, steps out. Her deep blue ball gown matching perfectly with her black hair, and her full red lips smiling.

Daniella took an extend look at the Estate from behind a beautifully crafted black clay mask with crow featers in a wing pattern around her eyes. She takes a mental note of all her potential exits if things do not go to plan. To anyone looking at her, she was an unfamiliar beauty soaking in the elegance of the English Estate. Little did they know she was exploring her options if she had to kill them all. The few steps it took to enter the Estate was all she needed to come up with a backup plan if things went wrong.

Once inside she saw there were at least two dozen local blue-bloods, and all seemed consumed with themselves and comparing who had more money. She looks around, to outlookers she appears to be casually gazing around, but secretly she is looking for her target, the Duke. She knew though the training Seth had been putting her though, to let the gentleman lead her through the crowd, and to her target. And it was almost an hour of him being drunk and schmoozing with the other aristocrats before the Duke made his entrance.

The Duke was a tall and slender man, in a royal blue suit with gold trim, allowing her escort to introduce her, Daniella put the plan into effect. Using her presence, seduction and manipulation, plus some blood, she got the Duke to take her on a private tour of his Estate. Playing the coy, yet playful female was something that made Daniella bored, but it was required to get what she needed, the amulet around his neck. Not knowing why Seth wanted it was nothing new to her, she was usually given the place and a description of the item, and was then sent to get it. Obtaining strange occult items was exciting, she enjoyed using her charms and finding new ways to get in and out of a place, but she wanted more.

They soon came to a dark room, and the Duke made his move. Not that he hadn't been for most of the tour, his hand going places it should not have, and Daniella fighting back her past, and beast, not to rip his off. The Duke suggested they get to know each other better, and Daniella simply giggled, still playing coy. As he kept trying to light a candle, that seemed to keep going out, Daniella made her move. Her hands came from behind him, she reached around him gently and turned him to face her. Her hands went up to his face, softly carassing his cheeks, she then pressed her cold cold lips to his.

The last thing he noticed before passing out, in gratification from the deepest kiss he'd ever felt, a pint lighter, was the drop of the small amulet her wore around his neck.