Zephaniah had started his morning prayers in the safety of his trailer, away from prying ears; as much as one could be in a circus full of supernaturals. It had been difficult enough to deal with the demons ever intrigued by his past because they heard him pray or overheard others speak about him. It was not every day that a priest turned vampire turned up in supernatural society. Zane did not even consider himself a priest any longer, knowing that even now God was blind to him and all he could hope for in his prayers was the comfort the words might bring. Not always was that the case, but he had a compulsion really for the prayers, ever wondering if one day God would finally see him and judge him as he expected to be.
While Zane felt in good humour, surprisingly after so many deaths and the stress of the night previous on his ward, he had not intended to attend the party in some full costume. He had a leather jacket he could wear and a mask. That was all he would give the witches in their desire to get everyone in costume. For now, he wore dark jeans and a black t-shirt. His long hair pushed back briefly from his face.
Opening the door, while keeping in the shadows of his door, Zane smiled at the appearance of his old friend. "Siri, I do not believe you give presents on Halloween. Unless it is candy from me to you as you are at my door."