Masquerade Party [Open to the whole site]

[Michael Anderson]

He was sure this was all interesting. It did, of course, catch many people's attention and though not particularly involved in the conversation it was an odd feeling to be the hot topic in this little circle... and 'Michael', or so he'd been known, wasn't one who actually cared what he'd been called. Cattle? Human? He couldn't see how the latter would prove to be a particular insult... humans, were, after all the dominant species on this planet and even though these vampires thought themselves superior he doubted any of them ever asked themselves why weaker humans were able to hunt vampires and werewolves so proficiently... and the one thing he couldn't comprehend was the superiority complex. It was illogical... a warped doctrine of Darwinism and for a bunch of beings who claimed themselves to be the better they seemed to be lacking intelligence in more than one regard.

But that was vanity speaking. None of them were better -- that was the truth... in fact, this cattle could turn them to dust and he didn't need sunlight to do it. Believing they were superior they never thought to consider that they might be wrong -- and that was the key difference as to how he was do deadly. The perfect solution -- one who was able to be a soldier, one who could play the part of politician... he wore personalities better than the best spy could wear disguises and he always had one on unlike his clothes. Because when you're having sex even clothes get in the way -- but a personality? Idle thoughts aside, he did have to admit it was rather refreshing to be the only one without an ego. He supposed that all of them were just compensating for the lack of meaning in their lives and this was a reflection of irony which he rather enjoyed.

Ah, but, he smiled nonetheless... he was Mara's date and he'd be a poor one if he acted against the interests of his host. He nodded his head to Amoura, the hostess -- friend of Mara and it seemed, leader of this particular coven. Having procured a glass of wine at the same time as Mara, he'd drank rather than talk, not even phased by the threats thrown his way. She was right -- someone like him was unable to feel fear from these undesirables and like one kick-ass Transformer there was more to him than meets the eye. They took their leave and he held himself there for a moment, lowering his head in respect to the party's host -- a bow in courtesy as he said his first words for the evening -- and likely the last for this particular circle. "It was a pleasure, Lady Amoura." he beamed. He didn't use a status... although they preferred to act regal, calling someone by rank alone was a sign of over-formality... an insult in the modern day. And though old-fashioned, even vampires had to keep with the times... and acting politely familiar with someone was far more welcoming than the impersonal 'Countess'.

Still, this party was one to be enjoyed and although he made many observations and mental notes in passing time, he did so only naturally for his instincts guided him. It was second nature. Consciously, he had to do his part to make sure Mara would enjoy the evening... parties were social events for all to enjoy, correct? And what better to defuse the tension than with a joke they could share rather privately. "I noticed the Aryan was lacking blue eyes and blonde hair..." he remarked, taking her hand and having her face him, the music was pleasant enough and he'd be a poor date if he didn't dance. "Very interesting friends." he chuckled, parting their two bodies as he took a step back, offering her his gloved hand, a slight bow with his left fist at the small of his back. A true gentleman -- effortless in his stance and posture, his facade flawless yet so unnaturally... natural. Not even the demon should be able to tell the difference.

"Dance?" he suggested with countenance.

[†The Blood Countess†]

Understandable, Nyx. Though, I believe he may be a valuable asset if we join forces. The more out there, the better.

"Yes...talking would be wondrous. We can go to my balcony if you so desire, Count. I shall explain my reasoning there." Elizabeth took some of her dress into her hands, and began to weave through the crowd. By now, the place was packed, but there was enough room to walk around with ease. A few guests nodded at her, an she nodded back, before opening the door to said balcony. No one was out there at the time, but then again, the place wasn't entirely presentable. The tables weren't decorated, and the chairs were covered in leaves. It was left like this for a reason.

"Come. Sit," she brushed leaves off the cool chair, and took a seat, "I shall explain myself. Normally Mara has strange tastes, but she is very valuable to The Court, and such actions are usually allowed to let slide. If she's with a human for a date, odds are, she may just get rid of him later; she gets bored of a partner most of the time. Her methods are...rather tasteful you might say," she folded her hands and placed them on her lap.

"Now...since we are aware of each other's existence," she pulled off her mask, and shook some of the short curls free from her features, "I will ask this: we either unite, or we tolerate each other's presence down the road towards the ultimate goal. One will not attack the other. I'd rather not have stumbling blocks towards making our race the superior one."

[heinrichvonweil]

Heinrich nodded at the invite to resume talks at a more private place, he turned to Amethyst "I am sure you dont want to be bothered with politics my dear, go ahead and enjoy yourself maybe you find a acceptable dancer partner or so" he said while following the Countess.

He followed her out to the balcony and took a seat across from her. He raised and eyebrow when she removed her mask, he was stunned by what beauty he saw hidden beneath such a mask. "If we would unify our forces, the question remains what position will I hold in this court? and also you have to be aware that my troops are lead by me alone" he said while putting his right leg over his left and leaning back, he took out a cigar from his shirt pocket and light it with a zippo. He took a few puffs and then turn his attention back towards her "Well my dear of course I wont be taking any commands from just anybody and surely will not be treated as a follower, you can see myself more as a contractor in certain terms". Heinrich looked off the balcony towards the streets, in the distance three trucks and a kubelwagen was parked near a street corner. A man dressed in a black uniform was standing at the street looking towards the building where the ball was held at. Heinrich grabbed into his tunic pocket, pulling out a small metal box, the emblem of the Von Weils on top of it. It measured about 10cmx4cmx4cm, he put it on the table between them and pushed it towards her. "See it as a gift for our future alliance" he smiled at her "It is an old family organic compound, passed down through every generation" he put out his cigar throwing it over the balcony "If the compound gets into the body of a immortal, they slowly start turning into a mortal losing all there immortals powers, but it is only temporary" Heinrich looked towards her "You have mentioned something earlier about midnight, what will we exactly do when the clock his the twelve?" he played out many scenarios in his head already and was hoping that it was true what will happen. He could just smile at the thought of it.

[rowan kestrel amber]

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Amethyst watched as everyone went their own way. Turning to Heinrich she listened to his words before he set off after the hostess of the party. She felt lonely standing there. Looking around she could see everyone with masks on and everyone having someone to talk to or dance with. Who was she to do all that with? She wasn't someone who was outgoing and would strike a conversation up with anyone. She was the shy, loner kind of people really. She had nobody to talk to let alone have anything to do.

It seemed almost foolish that she was the one who said they should have came to this yet she couldn't be the one to go and strike a conversation up. Standing there made her look like a complete idiot. There were times when she wished she had some sort of courage to go out and get some friends, but every time she held herself back. The different people she saw seemed happy almost. As if they were having a grand time. Where as she felt this party was a slump.

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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:
NOTES:
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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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“I noticed the Aryan was lacking blue eyes and blond hair. . . .”

Mara snickered to herself and glanced over her shoulder, watching Heinrich walk off with the Countess, leaving Heinrich’s little pet monkey behind. She was probably good for nothing but looking good. As the pair walked, they came across another waitress with an empty tray and Mara finished off her wine before setting her glass on the tray as she passed. It was so convenient having all these people walking around with trays for glasses and trays with little finger foods and glasses of wine—or blood, for those thirsty little vampires. Mara had done the smart thing and fed the day before the party so she wouldn’t be tempted into jumping some human who had decided to attend and eating them in the middle of the dance floor. Which was pretty much just the middle of the ball room. No, this was there was no chance she would get a bit peckish and jump someone. But to know that there were little glasses of blood floating around was probably good for the younger vampires.

Of course, that meant the waiters and waitresses had to pay attention to who they were walking around. It would have been unpleasant for a human to accidentally pick up a glass of blood. . . . Though there were some humans that liked the taste, but Mara only assumed that the majority of the people here that were not immortal didn’t particularly enjoy the taste for blood. Well, it was just a good thing that the majority of the waiters and waitresses were not only some of Amoura’s vampire guards, but a few of them were a couple of Mara’s own workers. She had a werewolf sprinkled in the ballroom here and there; she unlike a lot of vampires enjoyed the company of werewolves. None of the vampires and werewolves that were present were any form of Mara’s security, just a few employees that helped out around the house and did whatever work she didn’t feel like doing.

“Very interesting friends.”

“Oh, they are not that bad once you get to know them! At least Amoura had the good sense not to jump down my throat when she realized you were human.”

Mara let her arms drop from around him as he pulled away and turned to face her, his hand old for her and bowing at the waist before asking her for a dance. Her smile brightened of its own accord, and had she not been a hardened vampire, she might have giggled like a school girl. She hadn’t been treated like this by someone who wasn’t being paid to do it, and it was fifty times more satisfying. Her dress was far too short to take up the folds, but she bent at the knees in sort of half-curtsey and took the hand he had offered and stepped in toward him and placed her free arm over his, crossing near the elbows, and set her open palm close to the back of his shoulder, smiling at him and giving her head a slight nod before replying in a rather teasing tone.

“It will be your honor.”

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[matthewcorvinus]

As Matthew walked around the ballroom looking for some one to have a little fun with tonight, something flew past his senses. His nostrils flared slightly and then died down. He smelt the distinct odor of some one that could not have been in Europe. Still, he could be wrong; there was something different about the scent. It wasn’t uncommon for people to have similar scents, but there was just something about this one. Matthew turned his head around and began to look through the ballroom; trying to see if he recognized anyone in the crowd. The vampire tilted his head, trying to concentrate and dig into his own memory.

Who are you?

As the though trailed through his mind, so were all the scents that he had smelled recently. He was trying to figure out who it was and why it could be slightly different now. The memories and faces flowed through his mind until it all stopped on one person. His eyes lit up and his nostrils flared. His mind had landed on a face and a name of a person that knew enough to potentially get him in some serious trouble.

Amethyst.

Matthew held his nose up into the air and tried to pick up the scent once again. As soon as he did, he slowly began to follow it; not trying to draw any attention towards himself. The vampire walked deep into the crowd and then saw the source of the scent. She was facing him, but was more then likely unaware of who he was. Matthew then began to walk straight towards her, raising the mask up off of his face. There was no way that she wouldn’t recognize him now. He didn’t know whether she would try and run, or just stand there; but he was going to find out why she was here. As he continued on his way towards her, he spoke,“What are you doing here?”

[rowan kestrel amber]

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Amethyst jumped at the sound of the voice. She had been staring at the man the whole time, but didn't recognize him until he spoke and took his mask off. Matthew. What was he doing here? He wasn't like those monsters was he?

"I'm-m here with the Count. But he went off with the hostess and told me to find someone to dance with. I don't know anyone here. Yet what are you doing here?"

She looked as if she was shaking, trembling. How long ago was it that she had seen Matthew before? She couldn't remember it, only his face. Everything seemed to be a blur of their meeting and whatever they did after that. She turned her head in the direction of where the Count disappeared to see if he was coming back, no sign of him yet. She was feeling a little uneasy even for a vampire, but then again she was just newly turned, she couldn't exactly control some of her impulses yet. But now she had Matthew to steer her mind off of those impulses that would otherwise probably get her in trouble.

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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
NOTES: its too early. I blame my mom. so if the post is shitty than its my mom's fault for waking me up.
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[ryn]

It seemed that the situation had withered and died. Agito stood near one of the windows staring out at the night sky. He related to the sky, he always had. Like the sky, he was bright at times , but at others he was blacker than an abyss. Here he had put himself in an unknown situation with unknown variables. His instincts told him to find a way out before he was confronted. However He despised wasting time, and if he left before he learned anything that's is all this little incursion would be.

So far he hadn't learned much a few names is all. He took a sip from a small glass that one of the waitresses had been passing out. Red wine. He had never been much of a fan of these western beverages. Truthfully he wasn't fond of westerners in general. Heck he wasn't found of anyone....except her of course. Why else would he put up with her? Agito emptied the glass and held it out to a passing waitress who refilled it.

Turning away from the window he decided to mingle with the crowd. He was a pretty charming guy after all even if socializing wasn't high on his priority list it was the easiest way to gain information short of spying, and torture. He took another sip of the wine and ran his fingers through his hair again. Scanning the crowd he wondered who would be the most beneficial to engage. There were a lot of people after all.

[matthewcorvinus]

As Matthew stood there, he finally realized what was different about her scent; she was now a vampire. It had been so long since he had met Amethyst. She was just a young, innocent woman when they had met; but she wasn’t ignorant to the world. She had known that vampires existed, along with other things that go bump in the night. That is what had fascinated him about her; she never once seemed to be truly scared of his presence while she was still human. The vampire sighed as he looked down at Amethyst, and then pulled his mask back down to cover the upper half of his face. Matthew then looked back to where Amoura was, and then began to speak as he looked back towards the younger vampire,“So, this is a small world to say the least. Is this what you wanted; to become a vampire?”

As he questioned her, the vampire didn’t even wait for a response. Matthew began to look around; trying to make sure that there was no one keeping too close of an eye on him. His eyes then came back to Amethyst. The vampires gaze was almost slightly disapproving and he still just couldn’t believe that she was a vampire. She had been so aware of her surroundings and had lasted a long time without ending up dead. How did she go from being in a good position to stay alive to being a vampire? Matthew tucked in his lower lip for a second and then spoke,“You’re here now Amethyst; there’s no turning back. It’s survival of the fittest and for right now, I have to side with Amoura to stay alive. I haven’t done some of the nicest things in the world, but I haven’t killed any humans since becoming a member.”

This wasn’t exactly the safest place to be standing around and talking. This was a party after all and standing around might just bring some unwanted attention towards them. Matthew then just held out his hand and spoke,“Let’s go dance; we can talk some more on the dance floor.”

[Michael Anderson]

Mara Nyx. To those below her, she was Miss Nyx -- a mistress above all else, and one person that others should very well bow down to. She was a looker of a woman -- even for a vampire, although despite the myths as to how vampires were always beautiful he'd found more than often enough that ugly ducklings traveled by the dozen and it was so rare for one to ever come out as a swan. Ah, but beauty was not a thing judged by appearance alone -- Mara had one thing to her that was stronger than most and on par with very few individuals in this room. It was character -- strong, willful... but above all, absolute. It was not anything like the fanaticism of the pseudo-Hitler who was trying to charm what he might have perceived as Eva Braun. For the sake of their coven and as a show of strength, he even went so far as to hope that an alliance would not be made.

After all, a fanatic and a politician were poor partners in a leadership. It was to be mentioned that he didn't particularly understand this entire superiority complex -- not one of warped eugenics, to say the least. If one had to prove the survival of the fittest then a hegemony made more sense. He could only surmise that neither parties were particularly strong. Still, as his eyes looked to his date, he recalled the many individuals in the room -- there weren't enough of them that could properly take him on. And even less so once his entire arsenal had been deployed... but then again, if anyone in the room would have known about that, they'd have been paranoid until they'd left this little ballroom. But then again... it's not what you know that kills you.

It's what you don't.

Hand in hand, he took a step forward as she came in close, Mara's light grip on his shoulder, his remaining hand taking hers and extending it away from them both as he took lead. It was nice, really. It had been quite a few months since he'd last stepped into the ball room, but the music and atmosphere roused his feet as the Perfect Solution made the first step. "It already is." he grinned back, playing along with her tease. Leading her towards him, swaying as the music peaked on its notes, dance was not a thing of technique. But composure, disposition -- character. Communicating one's self through movement... and movement is what he'd been trained in; what made him master. Be it martial arts, dance, or even the simple linear cutting of carrots he'd broken down movement to its very bases and from there extended it to his will. And what thrived to make this dance memorable? Was the knowledge of what he was to do... and his partner. She was the highlight of their duo... as was every woman who was together with a man. Men? They were sometimes the lead but they'd always have a primary role of support... and as a living accessory, he'd accentuate her being, twirling her around, holding an arm over head as he switched hands he pulled her close, her back relaxing against his chest as the music mellowed in pitch, the tension disappearing in its rhythm.

He, with his head held above her shoulder whispered a simple question. Taunting, teasing, joking...

"I don't suppose you have a name for cattle that can dance?"

[rowan kestrel amber]

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Amethyst listened to him as she watched as he looked around. "No, it wasn't what I wanted. He thought I was too weak serving him and he forced it upon me. Threaten to kill me if I ran away from him when he found me on the streets," She didn't like it, but now she couldn't change the matter anyways. It was either live or die, and she would rather live than die.

She took his hand without question, hoping he would lead. She didn't really know how to dance and was lost in thought about it. "I don't know how to dance," She didn't know how to put it better than that. No one had ever taught her how to dance and she didn't have enough money to actually get dance lessons and just ignored the matter all together about it until now.

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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:
NOTES:
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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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Mara couldn’t forget that she wasn’t here just to enjoy herself. The red sheer train she wore was to make sure she wasn’t counted as one of the guests. She had spotted Matthew in the crowd earlier, and he seemed to be doing his part of the job. Now she was going to have to recount the guests and make her own estimate, and then there would probably be some averaging to see just how many people had shown up. Would they try to use the numbers they came up with as some sort of attempt to figure out the entire world’s population? That hardly made any sense, as there was no way this was a to-scale proportion of the population. . . . But then again perhaps it was just to gauge how many people and what types lived in the general area. Though, she herself and Michael were living in the states. Well, it was an amazing thing, these jets.

“It already is.”

Smirking, Mara let him lead this little dance. That was only custom, was it not? And one could not be in charge all the time. She was going to use this dance to do her job, anyway. Not that it had been her initial plan, she just figured that she had to do at some point. People had still been trickling in, so she had taken the beginning of the little party to get a couple drinks in her, show off her date and how little she cared about what people thought of her for it—it wasn’t like he was a werewolf or something. That most definitely would not have been okay by anyone in the Dynasty (not that she would have cared about that, either, because Mara quite enjoyed the company of werewolves). He was only human, and that could easily be fixed if Mara saw fit—and perhaps if he was okay with it. For some reason Mara couldn't bring herself to think about just having him randomly tuned without asking him about first.

She shook her head and focused on the people in the room. Michael spun her around and she logged off a couple dozen humans before she turned to face him again, smiling and making sure to meet his gaze, her onyx-colored eyes darkened by the position of the lighting in the ballroom. The pure-blooded vampiress hadn’t felt this care-free since she’d gone to that dinner party with Kalum nearly one hundred and twenty years ago. . . a couple years before her parents had him murdered. Michael was the first person she’d let in—no matter how little she’d let him in—in nearly two centuries. And to think. . . it was a human. A terminal human who had what. . . another seventy or so years left? If he wasn’t hacked apart by a werewolf or vampire before then. She couldn’t even turn anyone, and it was never the same thing having someone else turn a person. It was almost like adopting a child. . . .

“I don't suppose you have a name for cattle that can dance?”

His voice snapped her out of her own reverie and she smiled widely, a slight chuckle escaping her. She had to rebuild those walls she let grow weak. This man didn’t seem like the type who would get attached, and neither was Mara. . . not after Kalum. Attachment meant vulnerability, vulnerability meant that she could easily be hurt. Never again did she ever want to feel like she did that day, the day she’d been forced to watch the love of her life be burned alive by the rays of the sun. If that meant she had live her life watching people come ago, and living alone with no one but her pets, her dogs, her slaves, or her workers. . . . Then that was what she was going to do. Going along with their little teasing match, she replied to his little question, faintly aware that she didn't want to go overboard and insult her date.

“Oh, I do not know. Perhaps we could promote them to. . . the family dog?”

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[Michael Anderson]

Honestly. If they wanted a headcount, they should of left that to security and used some sort of surveillance... would have spared them the headache of having to manually count it themselves. It was highly doubtful that this place was filled with idiots -- as ignorant as the populace may be, even the "normals" amongst the crowd would know something was up the moment people were talking down to them -- then again, the demon who'd shown up in a crack of electricity had to at least by the tiniest clue yet. Or as to why some man had just ninja'd his way in. People were stupid -- not as individuals, but as sheep... one must never mistake where the lack of intelligence lies within another. But he knew she was distracted -- vampire or no, he doubted she had eyes on the back of the head... and vampires, as much as a prude as they were didn't have smell sensitive enough to differentiate this large amount of guests. This amalgam of scents -- filled with body odor, perfumes and god knew what else.

Still, Karel couldn't care less; although from a tactical point of view his mind was much like Isi's in seeing this as a potential vulnerable position; he wasn't defenseless. And being that he was here with a particular member of the hosts, he doubted he was anything more than arm candy. Odd thought, that, considering she considered his blood more than a little treat. In fact, had any vampire tasted his blood they might have agreed... a shame, he'd never allow any of them to steal a single drop of it. But it seems this cesspool of racists had very shallow visions... and incredibly little power to achieve anything worrying on the global stage. Or at least, changes he'd care about -- but politics weren't his thing. Heck, he didn't even need the money that he got from his many jobs...

Oh, but he played along! To entertain his partner, he kept on, giving her the perfect cover despite having her exposed to him. She'd called him over for pleasure and fun -- and while business was fairly fruitful in Europe, people did a fine job killing themselves without his help. Consider it a short holiday. "From food to pet? I must be working my way up the promotional ladder." he smiled, pulling her close before turning her away, and walking at her side. It was a rather odd tune for him to be stepping to -- slightly old, but he kept on. He only hoped that this coven had a good taste -- for if they chose something like, say, baroque... then class would go right out the window. "I suppose it's to be expected. After all, we know each other so well." he toyed. They'd slowly worked their way to the center of the dance floor and while all other couples around them were doing much the same thing, the tune didn't exactly give them much to be particularly lively about. Right until the familiar melody of the tango was brought on in... and him, as lead would have to stop. He would need to cede control... and this would require his date to concentrate otherwise be seen as a poor dancer in this little party.

He lowered his hand to the rear of her waist, just above her rump. It was far from inappropriate... and in fact perfectly recommended considering the change of tune.

"Mara." he remarked, looking to her eyes, his gaze straight -- powerful. As clear as his intent... the use of her name evident as to whom he was paying attention to and though she could care less, in this case, he doubted she'd be angling to disappoint.

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[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

we can burn a city in futures and past
without a change our lives will never last

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Pointless. That was one way to explain the headcount she had to do. She ended up with a very rough estimate, and she wasn’t having any fun. This was a party, and she was supposed to be having fun. Perhaps she’d just take a peek at Matthew’s findings and then adjust her numbers so it didn’t like she was copying off him. She was here to party, not do work, and she did enjoy this little dance she was sharing with Michael. Even if he was human, was it such heresy for her to enjoy the company of another person? The Blood Dynasty’s goal was to eradicate the feeble, and she had the very distinct feeling that Michael was anything but feeble. He held himself to confidently around this room full of hostiles. He’d barely even flinched when the Nazi had been threatening him. By the sound of things, Amoura seemed to have some sort of plans at midnight, but perhaps that was just the end of the party. It would just have to keep civil until everyone was gone, or else that demon that had decided to show up probably wouldn’t have any issues joining in on that fight.

“From food to pet? I must be working my way up the promotional ladder. I suppose it's to be expected. After all, we know each other so well.”

Mara smiled and shook her head slightly. Knew each other? The most they knew was that Mara could cause car accidents, Michael owned a night club, and then both them knew how each other was in bed. Michael perhaps knew a bit more about Mara than she thought, as he seemed to be quite intuitive, but Mara was stuck in her own world most of the time. Well, it was all just part of her plan to not get attached to him. He was going to die eventually and she didn’t even think she could trust him. What if it ended up being one-sided and he betrayed her and hurt her? She might have been a vampire and she might have played herself off as someone who just didn’t care, she did have feelings. She did have the basic need for some form of attention, and she was a loyal friend once you got on her good side.

“Yes, indeed. I will just have to figure out what comes after pet sometime later.”

The music shifted and Mara looked around slightly, noting that they were in the center of the dance floor. Was this. . . tango music? Mara hadn’t done any form of ballroom dancing in a long time; she hadn’t really been to any occasions where it was necessary. Though necessary wasn’t quite the right word for it. Her smile grew wider as she felt Michael’s hand slide behind her, and she knew that it was tango time. She just hoped people would just move out of the way. Now, now it was going to get fun. No more worrying about who the hell was attending. Michael could worry about that. The guards could worry about that. All the movement here would be in her legs, and she met Michael’s gaze evenly, taking up her stance and sliding her knee up the side of his leg to his waist, pressing her hips closer to his and keeping a couple inches between their chests before she took a few steps to begin the movements. She smiled and gave a light chuckle.

“Michael. You know. . . I am not wearing the right shoes for a tango”

That was only a mild irritation, though. Stiff upper body. Mara’s smile faded and she took on a more serious look. You hardly ever saw tango dancers smiling while dancing. There was always a small space around them as they danced. . . except for when Mara wrapped a leg around him every now and again. Just like there would always be a space. Never get too close. . . that was how Mara lived her life with everyone. She was in the lead of this little dance now, and the people in the crowd had to move or risk getting kicked or shoved out of the way, but with how packed the room was, they still had only a small circle to move around. Mara kept her eyes on Michael’s throughout the dance, unless spinning. They never lost contact, and she was always brought close to him again, with just a few inches of space.

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[matthewcorvinus]

Matthew led the way as the two walked towards the dance floor. As the two walked, all he could think about was what she was going through. The older vampire understood it more then some vampires. He hadn’t lost his sense of humanity quite yet and being newly turned was a hard experience for him. He definitely did not want to become a vampire when his father had turned him, but he had to learn to live with it. Amethyst had begun to learn to live with it, but it wasn’t something that she should have had to learn. She should never have become a vampire; she should still be human. As the two reached the dance floor, Matthew spoke,“Don’t worry about not knowing how to dance; just follow my lead.”

The vampire turned to face Amethyst, lifting her right hand into the air; holding it in his left. Matthew then took her left arm in his hand, moving it so that her left hand fell onto his right shoulder. With her hand now on his shoulder, he places his right hand on her hip. As this a occurs, a new songs starts up; it has a soft, harmonious sound. Matthew begins to lead, guiding Amethyst on a box like path on the dance floor. The vampire looked down into her eyes as he continued to guide her along the dance floor, and then spoke,“Look at you; you’re dancing like a pro.”