A package would be waiting Absynth with a sticker stating it was for her and from someone named Xanto Torani. It was a medium sized box as well. Inside is a giftwrapped item and a letter. The letter goes as followed:
"Dear Miss DeWynter, I apologize for our first meeting. I know I can offend others easily. However I remember your words and it seems we have something in common. Although it is interesting, you have won my respect by that display of power and wonderful collection on your neck. So you are the first I give my apologies to, on account of my sharp tongue. Please accept this gift and do not worry, I mean no ill-will towards you. I believe many would be mistake to give you a lovely tea set or a large fluffy stuffed toy, but I felt this is more up your alley. Just pull it's head back. P.S.: Only thing I ask is not to harm me with it. That would be too cliche. Sincerely, X. Torani"
The gift itself is a white fluffy bunny-plush backpack. However it does have some weight to it, more so that what stuffing and fabric has but still light in weight. As the letter states to pull the head back she would find a handle of a dagger. Yes, it was a backpack of the cute variety but it also hides an eight inch roman dagger inside the bunny itself. The plush around it hides the sheath. The pack part is still functional as well. He did not place a spell on it, it was a mere mundane item.
When the sun finally set beneath the horizon and Absynth slowly pushed her way out of that coffin she could already feel the hunger rising up within. Of course it was forgotten quickly with the memory of the night before at the Cauldron and tonight she planned on confronting the witch. How dare he speak to her like that and think he could get away with it, if not for the female Tiger and respect for Marcus she would have killed him right there. Of course there was a time and place for everything and it had not been then but it would be easy this time and along with the slight shiver that fell through her was the thought of his dead body clutched in her hands. Stepping from the cherry oak coffin lined in red silk she closed the top back and made her way through the mansion, the old boards creeking under her feet, the bedroom down the hall her first destination.
When she had been showered and dressed for the evening a bit of her anger was washed away but it was not forgotten as she finished tying the forest green bodice around golden corset. Instead of the beautiful victorian dresses she owned, black spandex pants were slipped over petite curves of that child's body something comfortable for a fight in her opinion. Brushed was pulled throught the doll like curls of her hair then before she pulled them back with a white satin bow, a knock at the door bringing her from thoughts of revenge. Cursing silently she moved to the door and opened it with a slow movement to see Stephen her driver standing at the door package in his pale hands. " Mistress, this was found outside the apartment in Salem. It is from a Mister Xanto Torani. " The name did not sound familiar to her but the greediness in her lead to small hands snatching the package from him and offering a wave of her hand. " Have the limo ready in 10 minutes we are going into town. " And with that she shut the door on him.
Moving to the four post bed near a large bay window overlooking the Mansions grounds she pulled herself onto its softness and began unwrapping the package. Funny it was the first time since she had purchased the old Victorian that the bed was even used and for such a minimal task to. The letter was spotted first and so she freed it from the envelope letting lavender gaze roam over the words. Instantly as she got further into it she knew who it was from and the anger towards him slowly began to drain away, smile creeping over her features. Everyone knew that Absynth had an obsession for shiney things and well if they could cause emmense pain than it was twice the worth. Finally finishing those words she folded it back up and laid it beside her, hands seeking out the contents of the package itself only to leave laughter fluttering from her lips. How quaint, as she pulled the Bunny Plush backpack from the box and dipped the head back shook her head that venom laced giggle offered up to no one inparticular. Legs kicked back and forth happily over the side of the bed and she pulled the dagger free allowing the other hand to gently run over the blade.
Eyes sparkled now with a deep intensity and she crawled down off the bed setting the blade upon one of the pillows while box and letter were lifted and placed inside the bed side cabnet. Black leather sheath was taken from a drawer above it then and strapped around her waist where shortly after she slipped the dagger into. It was a perfect fit and she could not help but want to thank Xanto properly for such generosity, it seemed the witch had saved himself from her wrath. But in turn had earned himself a friend that was more than interested in him now and slowly working out a plan in her head for a gift of her own. She made her way downstairs sure that Stephen had the limo ready like she had asked and was pleased to see him standing door open waiting patiently when she made her way out into the night. Offering a pleased smile in his direction she climbed in and he shut the door features remaining apathetic while he made his way to the drivers side and got in. " To the Cauldron, we shall look their first. "
