Before anyone could comment a second van rolled past and slid to a halt in front of the villa. The door immediately opened, and a smiling woman in a royal blue skirt suit leaped out.
"Christian Notte?" she asked, eyeing them questioningly.
Christian moved forward, aware that the others were following.
"I am Bellina," she announced, beaming as she took his hand in a firm shake. "I will be your social coordinator during your stay. Here, let me show you your villa."
Turning away she led them down the walk to the front door, unlocked it, and quickly led them inside.
Christian followed and felt a tension he hadn't realized had been there slipping from his shoulders as they stepped into a cool, shady entry. The mortal woman Bellina was chattering away as she led them through the building, taking them through a large open living room, a big beautiful kitchen/dining room with a waiting fruit tray and bottle of wine, and then on to show them the terrace and pool. But he wasn't paying much attention.
Christian was following silently, his tension returning as his gaze slid over the white walls, the generous windows and the multitudinous skylights. His mind was screaming that this definitely wasn't a place made for immortals.
It wasn't until they reached the upper floor and the bedrooms that he began to relax again.
"Mr. Notte said you find it difficult to sleep after ending a set and wanted to be sure we had blackout curtains while you slept, and we do," Bellina said chirpily, crossing the darkened master bedroom to reach the drapes. "We left them closed so you could see how well they work, but once you wake up-"
She yanked the curtains open and turned to beam at them.
Christian instinctively flinched, one hand rising to protect his face as he turned his head away from the bright sunlight that immediately poured in. He nearly laughed when he saw that his cousins were all reacting in much the same way. You'd think it actually burned them or something from the way they were responding, he thought with wry amusement. Shaking his head at their instinctual reaction, he lowered his hand and forced himself to turn back. Spotting the startled expression on Bellina's face, he smiled and strode forward.
"Sorry, it's been a long day for us what with the scramble to arrange everything and then the flight here," he said, excusing their behavior as he took her arm to urge her from the room.
"Oh, yes, of course. You must be exhausted," she said, smiling sympathetically.
"Yes. And we have to play tonight so a nap would probably be in order."
"Of course. We do not want you falling asleep onstage."
"No," he agreed wryly as they started downstairs to the main floor again.
She nodded. "There is still much to explain about your personal chef and so on, but I can do that later. Perhaps if you call me when you wake up, I could come back," she suggested.
"Thank you," Christian said. They were halfway down the stairs when he noted two men waiting patiently next to their neatly stacked luggage in the entry.
"If you tell them where to put the luggage, they will distribute it for you," Bellina said.
"That isn't necessary," he assured her as they stepped off the stairs. "We'll get our own luggage."
"Very well." She gestured to the men, who immediately opened the door and filed out. "Call the main building when you wish to come down and a van will be sent for you. And call me if you have any questions at all.
There is much to do while you are here, and you'll only be playing three hours a night so will have time to enjoy the activities."
"Yes, thank you," Christian said, ushering her out the door, but she stopped on the front step and turned back.
"I almost forgot your keys," she said with a laugh, pulling five envelopes from her pocket and holding them out.
Christian accepted the envelopes, nodded, smiled one last time and then closed the door with relief as she hurried away toward the waiting van.
"Blood," Santo grunted.
Christian turned from the door to see that the others had followed and were now pulling the coolers away from the luggage.
"We should stack it in the fridge now," Christian said.
"It's hot enough here the blood will go bad in no time if we leave it out too long."
The coolers were immediately carried to the kitchen, and all but one emptied. They left several bags in the last one and took it with them as they headed back to the master bedroom.