Waiting for George
Isabel raced back to her room and threw open the door that led to the loggia.
She fairly ransacked Porzia's room for her favourite cosmetics before tearing down the hall to her own room there. A low growl sounded and Isabel turned to see Fido glowering at her. "It's me," she said holding out her palm for the hell hound. "Get used to the new scent," she ordered the hound before fondling its ears.
Grabbing an Armani dress and matching shoes, Isabel rushed back to the vault and into the mysterious hotel room, slamming the portal door shut. "Need more clothes," she said to her reflection in the dressing room. "Oh my," she smiled seeing the bruises George had left on her neck. A thought and a twist of will, and the marks faded. If she were lucky, more would follow.
Going back out into her room, Isabel opened a large leather bound tome. Quickly she found the last blank page and pricked her finger. When a suitable pool of blood had been gathered, Isabel dipped the quill into the 'ink' and wrote carefully in the flowery language of her youth:
Thus it came to pass that on the 5th day of the 5th month, Anno Domini 2012, the blood line of Clan Giovanni was broken when the Curse of Caine was erased from the face of the earth.
Thus it came to pass that on the 5th day of the 5th month, Anno Domini 2012, one of the redeemed childre embraced the Curse of Lilith to remain, in perpetuity, guide, guardian, and shepherd of the Giovanni family.
A new chronicle begins. I. G.
Leaving the leaves of the tome open to dry, Isabel reluctantly showered the scent of George off her before retiring to the dressing room to prepare for the evening. By her count, she had 8 minutes before he called. Picking up the kohl pencil, she began to line her eyes.