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The party had gone on entirely too long for Bennett's taste. Thankfully, she had managed to avoid running into Anita. It wasn't that she wasn't supposed to be there, it was just that she didn't want her father to know she was there. She had been spending less and less time at the Cemetery, and she wasn't keen on a father/daughter heart to heart at the moment. Bennett was definitely keeping more than one secret at the moment, from her alignment with Grendel, to her relationship with Faustus. It wasn't the time or the place to have a family squabble. Though, after the events of the night, it may have gone unnoticed. The party had been interesting, to say the least. Many of the Disciples had shown up, as well as their Antedeluvian's. Giovanni had even shown up. Yet another reason she was glad Ashur had not come; the two still had not come face to face. Then the party crashers. Younger vampires. Clanless. The odd mortals. The truly interesting...appearances, if you could call them that, were the gods. The oldest of the old ones. Bennett had not overlooked Grendel's presence, but she was also aware of a different power, one she was less familiar with. That one didn't linger though.
However, as the party had dwindled down, Bennett had spotted one particularly interesting vampire. One whose mismatched eyes were an exact mirror of her own. Bennett had slipped into the shadows, watching the other girl curiously. Never had she imagined she would meet her sister, but the longer she observed, the more certain she was that this was her. The purple tones in her bangs, the rosaries draped around her paws. There was no doubt this was her.
Not willing to confront her in the house, Bennett had slipped out to the grounds, waiting. She stood in the gardens, doused in moonlight as she watched the party-goers wander off into the night. Waiting...she had waited a lifetime to find her sister...she could wait a while longer. Her paws began to draw the rosaries from her wrists through her paws, an old habit she didn't even notice anymore. One, two, three... She counted the beads as they passed through her claws.
Andromeda had been at the party in search of her father. She was always on the look out now for him. She had learned his name, she knew what he looked like. Now she needed to find him. But as almost all the parties she went to, she hadn't found him here.