IC: Magnus Heading for Itou Mansion The round full moon deepened shadows and though Magnus refused to admit to being a bit frightened - that being impossible - she reached out her hand and sharply said, ?Illustro.? A smug look of accomplishment settled on her face as the beacon lit up the area around her to six feet. More comfortable in the woods, at night now with light, she looked at the aged trees. Trees that no longer looked as if they were going to jump out at her. She gave a soft laugh at her own fears. Following a small worn foot track deep into another world, Magnus could hear some small rustling beyond the light. Animals and birds hunting and foraging. She moved carefully noting the old trees bending slightly in the breeze. Overall it was a wonderful feeling of nature and all things real. She was comfortable. Even on the home ground of vampyres and werewolves. Funny how things change over time. Big time. Walking along, she let her mind drift towards their histories. The biology of vampyres was easy enough to understand. Enzymes and blood. But the transference had always been of interest. Silly of them to add a step that was totally un-necessary, but had a romantic edge to it. And somehow through the centuries, they themselves were not only romantic figures, but the evilest of beings. Interesting. Drinkers of blood were in all cultures as far back as 7,000 BC. Also funny was that writers of the vampyres tended to place the beginning in Carpathia. Not far off. Good enough for writing. Made a good story. That poor besieged land mass was also being pointed at for the beginning of werewolves. Poor gypsies, never got a break. The Greeks should have gotten the blame for that one. Magnus sighed. The facts were a skewed to satisfy?who? She asked herself. Not the humans. They hated and feared them. That only left the creatures themselves. Actors all of them. Playing a part. Inhaling deeply, she smelled the fir trees and pine. Clean and fresh. Ahead of her she saw the lights of the mansion. She had to laugh. And rich. Shaking her head, she walked up the few steps to the door thinking, vampyres were always rich. Lifting the brass knocker, she let it rap twice against the heavy door and waited.