Masquerade Party [Open to the whole site]

[Xitlalli]

it can creep up inside and consume you
ain’t gonna play nice and you might just go under

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There was a party? And everyone was invited? Well, that was just grand. Pandora hadn’t been to a party in a while. And best of all. . . this was a masquerade party. There would be costumes and masks. . . . How delightful. What kind of a part would it be if there were no demons attending? Not a very good one, of course. It was being held so close to Halloween, too! Pandora loved Halloween. She had only ever been able to watch it from the demon realm, and this would be her first Halloween with the freedom to roam as she wished now. Would she be able to get away will walking around in her demon form? Who knew. Sure, the vampires and little were creatures of the world would know what she was, but the humans wouldn’t. They would just think she was just another die hard with a kick-ass outfit.

The home in Europe where this was being held was easy enough to find. Once Pandora had found one of the invitations floating around, of course. The only stipulation was that she had to behave. There was a “no violence” clause on the invitation. That just meant all the other guests had to try their hardest not to piss her off. The ballroom was packed, but Pandora managed to find an open space to pop up in. Literally. Electricity sparked around her and made a couple people jump back in surprise and stare at her. Pandora had never been one for doors—especially when everyone was being let in through the front door. It just wasn’t as much as much nor surprising unless she could bust the door down, like she had several days before when she’d been denied entrance to a club.

If people weren’t looking at her for the fact that she was a demon, they were looking at her for her outfit. Well, the men, perhaps. She was in a black-and-white outfit, dressed like a `school girl.` She wore a black short-sleeve shirt with a white collar—v-cut—and sleeves. Her skirt was hardly long enough to be anything a real school girl could wear and was plaid. Pandora had on long socks that rose up to the bottom of her knees and black high heels that strapped around her ankles. Instead of a mask, she had on a pair of glasses to finish the look. They weren’t overbearing coke-bottle glasses that nerds were known for wearing. They had thin frames and looked pretty cute on her. Everyone loved a bit of jailbait, no?

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[rowan kestrel amber]

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HAVE YOU HEARD ENOUGH?
you gave me hope through your endeavors
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Amethyst hadn't been expecting to see such a crowd when she got there, but then again she was also looking for Heinrich. For starters it seemed that she didn't even know anyone here as she looked around the large room. Everyone seemed to be up in fancy dresses with masks covering their faces. The problem would just be trying to find him in this mess.

Luckily she was able to dodge most of the people who stood in small clusters. She could see different groups of people and could only guess what species they were. There were a few times she saw people look at her, but she ignored them as she found the person she was looking for talking to someone. Perhaps the hostess? She didn't really know, but perhaps he did.

"There you are! You kind of just left me!"

As if it wasn't a problem, but then again she didn't know if they were at a stopping point or what. She just didn't want to be rude to whoever he was speaking with.

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POST STATUS: finished
TEMPLAT CREDIT: romantaholic
GRAPHIC CREDIT: moi
LYRICS CREDIT: shinedown
COSTARRING: everyone
TAKING PLACE: europe
WORD COUNT: not counting
OUTFIT: Here
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[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

Don't Feel bad, keep your sadness alive
yeah you know that misery loves company

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Oh, there were so many people here! Mara crinkled up her nose as a werecreature—leopard, by her smell and the spots she wore as tattoos on her shoulder—passed by. Who in the good world would want to wear what creature they were on their body like that? Especially when one was a disgusting little flea-bag like that leopard. Mara suppressed a disgusted shudder and managed to keep from turning around and stabbing the creature in the jaw. No, she had to behave and what kind of example would she be setting for her date? Her and Michael were walking side by side, his arm around her waist and their fingers intertwined. It was a quite casual way they stood with each other. After picking out a glass of wine for herself—and Michael should he want some—and she sipped idly at it, deciding to find Matthew and the Countess to introduce Michael to the people she worked with. That was only normal right?

“I am going to introduce you to the others in my coven. I am afraid that one of them is missing though for a few months while off on a mission. It is too bad, he was a real peach.”

Mara was of course talking about Elric. She had only known him for a while before he had to run off to attend to Blood Dynasty business. . . but she had taken a liking to him. Not the kind of liking she had say with her current date, but she had thought maybe the two of them could have at least been some sort of friends. Ah well, she would just have to work on it when he came back. Scanning the room, she spotted the Countess speaking to a vampire in German attire. Germans. Mara didn’t care for them but she didn’t hate them. They just existed. She smiled and led Michael over there, deciding to hit up Amoura before she went searching for Matthew. She wasn’t as happy with that little half-breed as she was with the Countess and Elric, though. He seemed to think that he was better than her, and the only reason that bothered Mara was because he most definitely was not better than her.

Even though it seemed like the Countess was having some sort of conversation with this German vampire, Mara just strolled up. If they were talking about anything other than the Blood Dynasty, then it wouldn’t matter if she was interrupting. If she was talking to this vampire about the Dynasty, well, it might matter because Michael was human, but Mara still didn’t care. She wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with a human, let alone being seen being so chummy with one. Michael wasn’t a normal human, and she did what she wanted. If anyone didn’t like it, well they could go screw themselves. A little blonde vampire scampered up to the German, nullifying any chance of interrupting. It was some newly turned vampire, and Mara shook her head. It seemed as if everyone had brought someone. That little human had brought her vampire pet, this vampire brought his new Fledgling, and Mara had brought some human she’d almost literally picked up off the street! Though technically it had been his cars they’d driven in, it sounded better that way.

“Amoura! I must express my congratulations on the party. It seems there are plenty of everyone here. . . . A lot of vampires. I sense someone strange here, too, though. . . . Oh! And this is Michael, my date. Michael, this is our leader, Amoura. Who are the new friends?”

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[heinrichvonweil]

Heinrich turned towards the interruption, his face put a mask of anger on it at the break the conversation got. Just barely holding his fury back he introduced Amethyst "MyLady Countess this is Amethyst von Weil, she is new to our kind of life" he announced. He turned to his new student "You should be able to watch out for yourself!" he turned back to the countess "I beg pardon for my students interruption mylady"
He was just about to speak of their alliance with the Blood Dynasty when a second interruption came, he turned towards the new comers to the circle and his face was lined with disgust, a vampire with a human approached them."Human" he half way spit out while showing his fangs. "Like she talks I presume she belongs to your followers" he asked the Countess still the sound of hatred in his voice, his eyes never leaving the human cattle for what they stand for. "I would not have though that followers of your would be so CLOSE with cattle" this friendship or even more is a black spot on our society, such vampires must be erradicated! humans are only there to serve or as toys! Heinrich thought. If its true what the Countess said about her special society that she has some rather disloyal members who affiliate with such vermin.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

Don't Feel bad, keep your sadness alive
yeah you know that misery loves company

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“Human.”

To say the vampire’s response to Michael’s presence had been a surprise would be a lie. It was widely known that most species did not take to the other species very well, and while that was all fine and dandy, Mara glanced over at Michael, though found it hard to gauge any emotion with that mask covering his eyes. She herself retained a smile and she took a sip of the wine she had stolen from one of the waiters as he’d walked by on her way to the pair. Mara paid little attention to blonde vampire who obviously has some sort of dependence issues or wasn’t used to being at parties—with this many people wandering around, she was bound to get separated! There was no need to complain and bitch about it—but she already didn’t like this German standing in front of her. Was it because she could foresee him insulting not only her date, but her as well? Or was it because of the smug sense of superiority in which he held himself? Whatever it was, Mara did not like it.

“Of course he is human, Nazi. I find male members of my own race to be dreadfully inadequate, and I must point out that my door does not swing the other way.”

She a nonchalant sip of her wine and smiled pleasantly at the vampire, her head tilted to the side slightly as if she hadn’t just indirectly insulted every male vampire in the room. Mara looked over at Amoura, looking to see if she would be just as upset with her choice in a date as this strange German vampire was. Even though earlier in the night the Countess had told her to enjoy her night with her date. There was a slim chance that the ancient vampire hadn’t noticed that he was human among the throng of other species, but Mara doubted that Amoura was that dumb.

“Like she talks I presume she belongs to your followers. I would not have thought that followers of yours would be so CLOSE with cattle.”

Mara raised an eyebrow. Humans were more than just cattle. Well. . . sometimes. But a farmer would not sleep with his cow, would he (of course, there was always the topic of bestiality and whatever appeal that held for someone, but for the sake of the argument it was not a normal practice and the farmers in which Mara was thinking of did no partake in sexual activities with their livestock.)? Sure, he might cut them up and then eat them, or milk a female cow—and in all intents and purposes, that was what humans were used for, as you could milk a cow more than once, just like you could feed from a human more than once so long as you were careful—but you wouldn’t sleep with a heifer. Vampires slept with and had relations with humans all the time. Mara felt her gaze fall to the little blonde that had shown up to speak with him-what had she called him? Heinrich?—and she felt her smile widen slightly.

“Oh? And what of you, Nazi? This little girl you have with you was human very recently, as you said yourself. By your own reasoning, you are just as bad as me. Yes, you have turned her. But who is to say that I do not have such plans for Michael should he ever hold the desire to be immortal or show the potential to be something great? Do not be too quick to judge others, Nazi. Though. . . of course. . . I suppose that is only natural for one of your. . . background.”

Did she think the German would take the label of Nazi as an insult? No. She didn’t know how he would take it, but nor did she care. She didn’t particularly care for what the Nazi’s had done to the Jews, either. She had been alive during that time, yes, and she had known what was going on, but it was some human war. No need to get worked up over it. Mara lifted her glass and finished off her wine, then set it down on a tray as a waiter walked by, as if he had known she had finished her drink—which he probably had. She turned and picked up a glass as a waiter with a full trey walked by and she took a small sip of that. Mara might not have been an avid drinker, but this was a party! She might as well enjoy everything it had to offer. Mara actually could not turn humans into vampires, and the only reason she had anything of the sort to this Heinrich fellow was to make a point. She gave Michael a little nudge with her shoulder as if to make him aware of this.

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[matthewcorvinus]

As Matthew began to look around the massive amounts of people in the ballroom, he began to do a rough count of the amount of people that had shown up. While he was doing this, he was also trying to sense whether they were human, vampire, lycan, or demon. There were so many scents floating around the room, it was hard to focus in on one single scent. Still, he managed as he continued to count the people in the room, keeping tallies in his head of the different species and how many of them were there. As he looked around the room, he spotted Amoura and Mara standing near each other, conversing with some of the guests of the party. It looked as if there was a slightly heated conversation taking place, but Mara and Amoura were more then capable of handling anyone at the party, so Matthew paid it no attention.

The young vampire sighed slightly as he turned his back to the group and headed off deeper into the crowd. The amount of people in the crowd was almost unconceivable. Still, it didn’t surprise Matthew; no one could turn down a good party. The vampire smirked slightly as just continued on into the crowd. As he walked, he noticed a waiter carrying a tray with glasses of wine on it. Matthew made his way over to him and grabbed a glass off of the tray. He stood there silent for a moment and took a sip of his wine. The young vampire then continued on into the crowd, sipping from the glass as he walked through.

As the young vampire reached the end of the room, he sighed and then looked back across the crowd. He had finished his count and it was some where above three hundred. The majority so far was vampires, but that was to be expected. There were more filthy vampires roaming the world then Matthew cared to think about; but then again, he was one of them. Coming in second behind the vampires were humans. They loved a good party and the majority didn’t even know vampires existed, let alone that they were in the company of some of the worst vampires this world has to offer. Lycans were next in line, and they fell in right where Matthew thought that they would. Lycans could sense vampires and they tended to try and stay away from them at all costs, but there were always a few brave souls in the lycan race. Then there was the demon that was in the room. They had a distinct smell and stood out in a crowd. He hated demons and he was more then glad that only one had shown so far this night. Still, that was not surprising; there were very few demons walking the earth. That made the likelihood of more then one showing up at the party very small.

Matthew sighed slightly as he walked off, away from the entire crowd. He slowly made his way over to an empty corner, trying not to draw any attention to himself. The vampire looked over his shoulder as he reached the corner, making sure no one was paying him any extra attention. Matthew leaned up against the wall and took a sip of his drink. As he brought the glass down, he placed his hand on his ear and spoke softly,“My lady, I have my count of the guests that have arrived so far. I think I’ll mingle amongst them for a little while. You never know, I might find myself a new slave.”

As he finished speaking, Matthew lowered his hand, placing it as his side. He then took another sip of wine, finishing it off and placing the glass down on a small table that was placed right next to where he was standing. The vampire then stood tall and began to make his way back into the crowd, looking to see if he could meet anyone that peeked his interest.

[heinrichvonweil]

"You insulting brat!" his left hand went towards his saber pushing up against it to free it enough of its sheath for a quick draw. "She was a s;ave before and now she is still till she proves me wrong!" he pointed at his new fledgling. Two of Heinrich's Officers have noticed the outburst of Heinrich and where making there way towards there leader. "You can be glad you are still unharmed, due to your Countess request, you can thank her for that" he turned towards the Countess "If all of you followers are like this I can assure you we will have a major conflict in interest!" he he nodded his head motioning two the Officers who where not far away to leave again to their post. He looked back to the insulting vampire "Better make sure your pet stays close to you on its leash, dont want anything happening to him" at this Heinrich had an evil smile on his face.
"And Amethyst take a good look at this Vampire, she has betrayed the ancient rights of our race, and I hope you will not betray me like this because if you do I can assure it wont be good for your health" he half way threatened his new fledgling with this remark.
Heinrich looked towards the Countess waiting for her response for such insulting and disobedienet manner her follower was showing towards him, a Blue Blood Vampire.

[rowan kestrel amber]

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HAVE YOU HEARD ENOUGH?
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Amethyst felt almost scared standing there. Like it was her fault for this mess, when truly it was not. She didn't really know what to do. Stay there and listen to insults being thrown between people or mingle with others who were less insulting and terrifying. She decided to stay close to her maker rather than leave. His harsh words came pounding into her head like a drum beat, "And Amethyst take a good look at this Vampire, she has betrayed the ancient rights of our race, and I hope you will not betray me like this because if you do I can assure it wont be good for your health."

Betray him? Why would she do such a thing as that? Amethyst had no reason to. Not when she was so newly turned and didn't have a clue what went on as a vampire. Sure she knew things were going on, but as a vampire things were completely different. Perhaps you could say she felt far better off as a human. At least you didn't have to worry to much about things. And especially these people were interesting enough to leave them to their own devices.

"No, my lord," she said softly trying hard not to be heard. She felt almost embarrassed for being there and interrupting his conversation. Perhaps she should have waited closely by or just came without a sound to just listen to what was being said.

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POST STATUS: finished
TEMPLAT CREDIT: romantaholic
GRAPHIC CREDIT: moi
LYRICS CREDIT: shinedown
COSTARRING: everyone
TAKING PLACE: europe
WORD COUNT: not counting
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[†The Blood Countess†]

The Countess clapped her hands, "Ah, excellent. If it torments those vermin, I am all for it. However, I am trying to exterminate this pathetic race so the strong may survive. That is what us vampires are, are we not?" Elizabeth brushed strands of her black curls from her mask before continuing, "Too much security is never an issue here."

Just then, a human came over, along with Mara who's date was a human. Immediately, her lips curled into a displeased frown at her, and her sky blue eyes narrowed behind her mask. Did the vampiress know nothing?! Rather than snapping at her, she forced a smile and spoke, "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, though the strange presence is a demon and nothing more. I have had a run in with a few in the past, so their scent is quite different from the rest..." she trailed off slowly, and shot the human a venomous glare, "...pleasure."

That said, she looked over towards the Count, "That's alr-" wait. A freshly turned vampire? "...well then," her voice suddenly became cooler than earlier, as if though it was the calm before the storm, "...I pray this one will become strong soon."

With Michael's presence close, she turned towards him, and listened to what he had to say. "Ah...good. Yes, enjoy yourself, and see what you find. Remember...no one is fair game until the clock strikes midnight," she chuckled, and returned her gaze towards the others in the group.

Right after the Count's outburst, the ground beneath his feet cracked, and spilt somewhat, a sign that Elizabeth was not pleased.

"I would advise against using such a tone with me, Count von Weil. I have lived for hundreds of years, and I do not tolerate any forms of disrespect. If my partner here decides to date a human, then..." she allowed her gaze to drift towards Mara, "...I expect that she has a reason in doing so other than what's plainly obvious. Mara is a powerful ally, despite her occasional tastes, and I would appreciate some form of respect for one who earned her rank."

The cracks that had formed began to slowly meld back together, leaving not a trace behind, "Mara has her reasons for having a human with her, and I trust that there will be NO bloodshed under my roof this night."

I am almost tempted to scoff at the fact that one as proud as he is a half-blood, but this far, he has earned some respect with me. At the rate he's going however... She mentioned, telepathically, to Mara.

[heinrichvonweil]

Heinrich's face turned into a mask of disbelief, wasn't this the Countess who saw humans as a weaker race? and then she allows a vampire of her coven to mingle with a human in such a way. Heinrich pushed back his sword creating a short click. he was not impressed by the Countess fury at him but then again he went against one of her members, of course his Fanatic views would get the hold of him from time to time leading to uncontrolled outburst as this one. He turned towards Mara, making a small bow "I apologize for my behavior, Im of an older time and my views over this world are still very set in the old ways we dealt with other creatures" He turned his gaze towards the Countess "I can assure you I will bring no bloodshed on this night to you and my sincere apologize once more for my outburst" he said with a second bow.

"And I can assure you Countess if she" He looked towards Amethyst "will not become strong enough, Ill handle her as I did with all the others who where to weak to see the full picture of our race". Heinrich picked up a wine glass from one of the waiters passing by, he grabbed into his tunic taking out a small glass vile about 1in long filled with a green liquid, he pored it into the wine and started enjoying the new green colored wine. "If you wish we can resume our talks about certain business arrangements at a later time or we can finish them now".

[Isi Runasimi]

GOT MORE RECORDS THAN THE KGB
M.I.A.
THIRD WORLD DEMOCRACY

§ It seemed to be like magic. Isi had arrived and there was plenty of space, showing how big the ballroom truly was. And then of course like magic guests began to arrive making the room seem cozy and adaquetly small. All of a sudden Isi noticed guards come in, their uniforms looked much like Nazi's, though a few things were missing. The added security made Isi quite uneasy, but she tried to not show it. She grabbed a glass for herself and a glass for Seras, wine, she hoped, white wine.

"I do wonder what they are saying. That must be our hostess. And the others... Do you notice how few people are wearing red, but the shades that most of them are wearing... "

§ Isi probably should have shut up, but she was talking to Seras, or, herself. She absentmindedly handed the glass of wine to Seras. Isi herself reached out and pretended to take a sip. All in all, the glass of wine added to the disguise and it prevented her from being asked to dance - So she would hope - Not that anyone was asking her. And she thought not that anyone would. She did her best to not look at the guards lined up against the room walls. Nazi's had not killed her people ... Settlers had and they had done so with guns and blankets contaminated with smallbox.

"I do wonder what they are saying.

§ Isi found herself repeating again to herself. The men and women there were presumably all vampires. Isi would bet her life that that women in which all were surrounding her was the hostess. She was not of course worried that anyone would overhear what she was saying for their conversation was heated, and there were also many people talking all around the room. Why listen to what a woman was sayig to her manservant? Isi's mask was on and she had not once revealed her face even for but a moment. Though her dress was an original, her mask was not, and it was tied to be permanent.

§ Isi deemed that she had pretended to stare at the marvolous beams long enough. But of course she had her eyes on the group. It would be impolite to not greet their hostess, but Isi was acusstomed to being impolite. If anyone disageed, they need only ask Seras. That slightly brought a grin to Isi's face, and she turned around. She raised the glass to her mouth, pretended to take a sip and began to walk. To where? She knew not. Maybe she could snoop around in some bedrooms, find a library, maybe even find some evil vampire plans laying about. Though only someone stupid would leave something out in plain sight. Another night then..

"What the ... Oh my!

§ Isi couldn't help but raise her perfecly maniqured nails, cover her mouth, and laugh - Quite fericiously too! She had just spotted a girl dressed as a school girl! Might the girl be embarassed. She might have come for a costume party, thinking that as a school girl she might meet some gentelman callers with a fetish and wound up in a highly dressed masquarade ball where all the dresses were rather exquisite.

"How embarassing!

[ryn]

Agito entered the room without a care in the world it would seem. He had not been officially invited to this little shindig of course but he found himself here anyway. He had caught wind of it like he had a habit of doing after all information was a valuable commodity and he with the most always has a bargaining chip. He wasn't dressed for a part of course. Jeans, t-shirt, and a jacket were hardly what one would call formal wear. Had Agito shown up at the front door like everyone else he most likely would have been turned away. Plus they probably did a weapon's check at the entrance with all these high rollers here and all. So the sword strapped to his back would have probably been an issue in working out his admittance. He didn't plan on using it, but he would hate to be caught with his pants down.

Nope getting in through the front would have been too much of of a hassle for Agito. Security was pretty tight but he'd seen better after all here he was. He decided to keep a low profile he clothing already made him stick out like a sore thumb so there was no reason to draw additional attention to himself. He hung back and examined the crowd from what he could tell the majority of those present were vampires. There were a few other things mixed in a couple he didn't even recognize.

It seems he wasn't the only one that decided to come armed to this thing. He listened to the exchange curiously. He was hoping it would escalate into something a tad more interesting but it seemed that the hostess was attempting to defuse the situation before it got out of hand. Agito ran his hands through his hair and adjusted his eye patch. He heard something about midnight but didn't pay much attention to it. There were a lot of conversations going on after all. It would been difficult to keep things in context.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

Don't Feel bad, keep your sadness alive
yeah you know that misery loves company

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Mara just stood there, smiling like always. So she had indeed struck a chord with this German vampire. Her amused smile was hidden briefly as she sipped at her wine slowly. Why he had brought his saber to a party with a non-violence clause she didn’t know, but Mara assumed that there would be a lot of people here who had hidden weapons. Mara’s outfit was concealing enough that she had a couple daggers hidden among her bodice, but they were merely for a sense of security: she didn’t need the weapons should she get into a fight, but she preferred them. They took less effort, and she liked to save her energy in case she needed to pull out an illusion. The vampiress only used her illusions when she was in an extremely sticky situation and needed to get out or if the situation called for something to be made up. It took quite the toll on her stamina and made her very tired, depending on the type of illusion and the duration of course. But, the crack in the ground underneath Heinrich meant that the Countess was on her side.

However, Mara Nyx did not miss the look Amoura had given her upon arriving with Michael. She didn’t approve, either, but she trusted Mara’s judgment. For the most part. Mara just winked at the Countess and took another small drink of her wine, taking a small step closer to Michael, as if protectively. She had no doubt Michael could handle himself from what she had seen of him so far, but a little reassurance that she wasn’t just going to stand by and let him get attacked by a bunch of angry vampires went a long way, did it not? Mara had expected such reactions toward her choice in a date from those around her, but if anyone wanted to jump down throats, they should be jumping down the throat of the vampire that had come with that human girl as her pet! Honestly, what was a vampire doing allowing herself be tromped about like she was a prized poodle? It wasn’t hard to see what was going on there when one looked at the woman with the feathered mask and striking red hair and her little blonde vampire girl. If that wasn’t being a blood traitor, Mara didn’t know what it was.

“Believe me, Nazi. I worry not about whether you could harm me, so I do not think I have anyone to thank for anyone. And I would love to see you attempt to harm my date. . . . I think there is more to him than meets the eye and you would be surprised.

“My reasons for associating with Michael are mine and mine alone.”

Mara narrowed her eyes slightly at Heinrich, watching him closely. Did this half-blood really believe him better than her? Giving her head a small shake, she sipped at her wine again. It was nearly half-gone already, and Mara decided she needed to slow down or else she would end up a little buzzed, and that was just one step closer to being completely inebriated. That just would not do. So she let her arm fall slightly to her side and listened to Heinrich’s hack-mead apology to the way he had acted. She merely lifted her glass a little bit as if in toast, but she didn’t drink from the glass. Slow down, stop taking in so much of the poison. Mara started to tug on Michael and push him away from the group, feeling that it might be best if she got him away from the angry glares and the questioning and hostile thoughts, lest the night become a bit more than pleasant. She wasn’t sorry for bringing Michael, she did what she wanted—and who she wanted—and she wasn’t going to apologize for that. She didn’t say anything more to Heinrich, but she looked over at Amoura and gave her a little half wave.

“Well, I do believe I will take my leave now. I feel like mingling and maybe dancing a bit. It was. . . a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Nazi.”

There was hiss in her voice with that phrase, but she was smiling nonetheless and turned to walk off with Michael, hoping that he hadn’t gotten too upset over being called cattle and having his life threatened. But for some reason Mara got the feeling that he was used to it. He seemed to know a lot about vampires, so it made sense that he had come across them many times and knew how to handle himself around them.

Yes. . . I am not sure that I like him, Amoura. But I will go with whatever you will. I just hope you do not expect me to get along with him should you choose to recruit him.

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[Xitlalli]

it can creep up inside and consume you
ain’t gonna play nice and you might just go under

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Pandora plucked a glass of wine from a tray that a waitress held as she scurried by, and the demon lifted the glass to her nose to smell the liquid, then she took an exploratory taste. No, it wasn’t too bad. Glancing around, she noted most in dresses, but there was one vampire that was walking around in street clothes. For the most part she cared not what others were wearing and she definitely did not care what they thought about her own attire. Everyone was busy with their own conversations, and she listened in as she weaved slowly through the people, continuing to earn wary glances and being skirted around by those who didn’t want to get in her way. This party was shaping up to be a bit of a snore. Who wanted to talk to the scary demon dressed as a very. . . appealing school girl? And she wasn’t supposed to be hurting anyone.

Of course, that wouldn’t mean anything to a demon. Should she get angry at someone, be it far from anyone’s power to stop her. She was simply behaving for the moment because she had no reason to lash out at anyone or destroy anything. No one was being mean to her or even talking to her. However, she stopped in her milling about and took a sip of wine, scanning the thoughts among the room. A small group of vampires and one human were arguing over the tall vampire’s choice in a date, boring. A few people were thinking about picking up random humans as slaves, or whether or not they could get that “hot ass” in bed tonight. . . . A lot of human stuff. Despite how bored she was, she didn’t see any reason sticking around. With so many different species in one room, surely there was going to be some sort of fight. . . .

"What the. . . . Oh my! How embarrassing!”

Pandora didn’t turn toward the thoughts or the voice that was feigning concern for her attire. She lifted her free arm slightly and pointed at the red-headed woman. Isi. The woman in the Victorian style dress with the vampire slave girl. Strange turn of events, a human holding a vampire as a pet. Pandora slowly turned her head toward the one named Isi—though she was going by some ludicrous nom de plume for whatever reason—and gave her a blank stare before mouthing a couple words to her. Pandora was not the slight bit embarrassed, and the male population of the party didn’t seem to be complaining. A lot of the vampire and were creatures were trying to decide if dismemberment was worth trying to bed her.

“Do not tempt me, mortal.”

They were not spoken aloud, merely mouthed. Whether or not this girl could read lips was of no concern to Pandora. With the words fresh out of her mouth, Pandora turned away from the human huntress and headed into the crowd, perhaps to find someone who would willing give their soul to get with one of the females of the party.

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[Isi Runasimi]

GOT MORE RECORDS THAN THE KGB
M.I.A.
THIRD WORLD DEMOCRACY

§ The woman in the Japanese School Girl Outfit soon turned to look at Isi. Isi stopped laughing and put her hand down, but their eyes met. The woman had heard Isi and they weren't exactly a few feet apart. Isi raised a right eyebrow as if she was slightly interested. Isi was quite impressed with the disguise, it looked naughty yet innocent. She was sure that girl could hold her own. .

"I guess she heard me."

§ Isi muttered to herself. She hadn't heard what the girl had said, but she did see her moving her lips. But Isi wasn't able to read lips. She wasn't stupid though, it was obviously some comeback or threat of violence. Isi pretended to take another sip of white wine while she headed towards the buffet table. Some of the little appetizers looked quite delicious.