Masquerade Party [Open to the whole site]

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HAVE YOU HEARD ENOUGH?
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Amethyst seemed to be having a grand time even with Matthew leading. She was carefully watching him to get the whole routine. "Only because your leading me. So technically your the pro," She laughed as the two went in a square motion. She wondered what Heinrich was talking about with the hostess, that Heinrich said would have been too boring for her.

"You never really told me why you were here in the first place. Or what it is that Heinrich is talking to the hostess of the party about."

Yeah, Amethyst was a bit curious about what was being talked about that they had to go somewhere else away from the dance to talk in private about. It was obviously something important, that seemed to have attracted her attention to it, but nevertheless dancing here with Matthew was quite fine with her. Especially since it had been a long while since the two had seen each other. Let alone speak to each other.

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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: none
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[†The Blood Countess†]

The Countess folded her arms, and listened to what he had to say. "You will hold your own position, Count. Your people are your own after all," she nodded once, "and you won't be taking commands from me. We would basically be unifying under one purpose that we both seek, and support each other though the way. I would tell you things that must be known, and you would simply do the same. In a sense, it's a win-win situation."

The female raised an eyebrow at the compound he mentioned, and brought it to herself, "...fascinating. I may try it sometime, but I do not like the feeling of being vulnerable. I will accept though, I thank you, Count."

Elizabeth looked up at him, and smirked, "Oh...nothing major. Just the doors close at twelve, and anyone who's trapped inside becomes fair game. I may go for the werewolves first if any."

[heinrichvonweil]

Heinrich licked his lips at the coming bloodbath, he could only imagine what his elite guards and the small regiment he brought with him would cause. "ohh and who said you have to be the one vulnerable, there are more ways to use it then on yourself" he smiled at her "Even the strongest immortal can be easily killed with and arrow that has been treated with the compound".

"Of course there will maybe be one short problem, that followers of you with the cattle as a lover or what ever he is to her" he opened his pocket watch looking at the time "I hope she will show me the proper respect for a person of my status and Blue blood line" he said while looking back up.

He got up from the chair offering the countess his hand as a gesture to help her up "So shall we seal our pact then?" he smiled at the thought that he didnt used this act of loyalty for over 3 century's.

[Xitlalli]

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

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Good. The human had been smart enough to drop it. Pandora had worn the clothes she was for a reason, and that reason was as plain as the look on each and every males’ face. Well, most of them. The ones that liked women. One man attempted to approach her, blatantly oblivious to the fact that she was a demon. Before he could get one word out to her, she threw her hand up in his face and walked by him. His mouth was still half open, and he had two glasses in his hand. Pausing, Pandora took a couple steps backward, took both glasses of wine from him, and then walked past. He stared after him, glowering, and then someone leaned in to tell him how lucky he was to have kept both his hands.

What a lame party. She hammered down one glass of wine and set it down on a table before turning her back to it and leaning against it with one hand, the other glass of wine in her other hand, sipping at it a lot slower than she had drank the other glass. Scanning the room, Pandora listened in on the thoughts, trying to pick out a conversation worth eavesdropping on. Mostly they were all the same, though. A few people were thinking about a couple tangoing in the center of the ballroom, but she didn’t bother walking over there to watch them: she could see it all in the minds of those watching, but that was hardly interesting. She thought about leaving, but the thoughts of a bloodbath and midnight peaked her interest again and she closed her mind to everyone else in the room.

A pity it would be if I alerted any of the mind-reading vampires in here. . . . I wouldn’t get to have any fun. Wonder how many I can get before they try to leave through the windows. . . .

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[Michael Anderson]

They say that you can't judge a book by its cover. Many contemplate it as some sort of political correctness so as to avoid offending people based on their appearances. But, as always there are many sayings and of them all there is no truer statement that could be applied -- 'fuck that shit'. The truth is that appearances speak volumes and Karel, of all people in this room could intuitively discern more about a person by how they stood than anyone could rip out of someone's mind. And that was saying a lot. To someone who'd lived his life as a human constantly faced with death, you soon pickup instincts so as help you survive. Sometimes, people wallow down into paranoia... but have someone try to kill you more than a few times you develop a gut instinct right before someone tries to kill you. With a little research and some inspiring media and a couple of months of practice, you learn to be able to read the signs the body makes whenever they're feeling hostile or content; heck, anything. It's easy to sense when someone's lying... the harder part is trying to discern what exactly a person is lying about. As time passes and these skills grow, you learn to tell what kind of lifestyle a person leads just by how they stand.

Their posture -- their composition, the way they stand, how they walk the tone the use when they speak the shifting in eyebrows to the twitch in the lip to the stroking of one's own finger; Karel could tell you in relative terms as to the true age of a vampire.... and their lifestyle. And when one could read another so effortlessly well in combination to being a master of movement? You had a living lie detector so efficient it comes with a synthetic empathy kit. From the way she moved, elegant... she could dance well, but the stiffness she maintained in her lower body as she took lead was superficial -- fake. The distance between them, while symbolic told him she was concentrating -- not on the dance but.... on him. Like there was a passion there, barely familiar and yet so distinct... like an odd affection or... a guilt. She'd experienced trauma with her love life. He knew... the look was familiar for him and while he could put on a personality and wear it equally well, had she shared his intuition she might have sensed the same kind of hurt within him.

Three times over.

A human. A vampire. The difference in age was far from apparent to most but their emotional scent was so much alike. With their masks on, he could only see her eyes and lips. And as they danced, his conscious thoughts were quiet and still, searching for a hint of something in his peculiar date. He... and she, had both been here tonight on an apparent whim. Or perhaps... there was something more. No doubt she had an odd interest in him and likewise so had he. He'd of never bothered sharing beds with a vampire and that night which seemed oddly long ago... no, he couldn't jump to conclusions. And they were here tonight, dancing the tango, the rhythm peaking as it reached the end, he spun her close to him, his hands gliding down her rear and passing on to clasp the thigh, finishing with her body almost horizontal as he held her knee to his waist.

It seemed romantic to most... to those who didn't understand the tango. Her lips were so... dangerously close and that distance she had maintained throughout was impossible to keep in their current position. The silence between them grew, becoming almost awkward as his mind raced through possiblities to defuse the situation before it became awkward. "Your shoes seem fine to me." he quipped, pulling her to her feet, his lips, quick to smile as the personality returned.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

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

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Trying to stay true to the tango, Mara’s expression remained lucid and relatively impassive. However, the corners of her lips twitched upward into a slight smile when Michael took her thigh and held her knee to his waist. However, she managed to remain relatively apathetic while she was practically parallel with the ground, the distance between their bodies having shrunk from a couple inches to barely a couple centimeters. Mara wasn’t the least bit out of breath—though Michael didn’t seem to be either, and who would have guessed anything less from a couple who spent their time killing people (though Mara of course was a vampire had no real requirement to breathe, anyway)—and she met Michael’s gaze evenly with her black eyes. The tension crackled between them, their lips dangerously close to each other, but it soon began to turn rather awkward. . . .

“Your shoes seem fine to me.”

“Oh, Michael. You are only saying that because they make my legs look good. Do not lie.”

Mara let him pull her up straight and she pulled the end of her short dress down a little further: it had run up slightly while she was practically laying down. Her platform shoes were hardly the traditional footwear most women wore for a good tango, but they had gotten the job done nonetheless. It helped when you were a durable and graceful vampire. She might not have been as graceful as a werecat—damn them all to a horrible death (Mara hates cats)—but she was nimble and lithe when she wanted to be. The small space that had been cleared for their dance was filled with people as they got over the incredibly provocative dance that was the tango, and the noise rose again as people chatted and a new song started. It was a bit too upbeat for any sort of ballroom dance, and Mara hooked her arm around Michael’s, facing the crowd and wondering what they would do next.

She was teasing, and she gave him a small nudge with her hip. He was a much quieter person than Kalum had been, who had always been yammering off about whatever. At this party it would either be about how silly someone in the crowd looked, how hot Mara looked, or how awful the wine tasted, what a horrible selection of songs they were playing. . . . He most likely would have asked where Mara had learned to dance like that, even if he had danced with her twenty times before and asked her the same thing each time. . . . Mara gave a little huff of annoyance at her thoughts. Kalum was gone and there was nothing she could do about it. . . . Nothing. The first few years after he had died, Mara had tried her hardest to keep his memory alive with her illusions, and she still did from time to time. She would never admit it out loud, but she missed that man terribly, and as she stood there next to Michael, someone who was nothing like her lost love, she felt a horrible hole in what should have been her heart. . . .

“Well, I have no other pressing matters to attend to with my coven. . . what else is there to do at this little party?”

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[Michael Anderson]

She rather liked this little game. Taunting one another, her acting as if he'd fallen for her, and him pretending as if he'd shamelessly done so the words that were exchanged between the two weren't pointless questions but a verbal foreplay that would likely continue for the entire night. Perhaps it was her own wish that he had -- although a straight answer from Karel in that regard would just turn out to be another tease... and if this continued you'd expect their night and even the following day would wind up more than a little steamy. But he was far from out of breath. The tango took more effort than most... but ballroom in general was rarely so strenuous that anyone as fit as they wouldn't even break a sweat. Still, as the moment passed and they were back on their feet, Karel didn't need to be one of the supernatural species to maintain an air of grace -- it was a quiet thing, subtle. And while her shoes weren't the sort for a dance such as that, he had to wonder what exactly platforms were even good for.

With dress shoes and a suit, they were a fancy pair.

But he could have very well caught her with her last statement. Did he like her long legs -- the very same legs that went forever, were tight and led to many men's happy place? He did. He was male, after all, and while he wasn't controlled by his genitals he could admire art. Likewise, he understood it -- and like a critic, he'd speak on her legs like it was a notorious piece. "Of course. But I guess with such a short dress, Minx," he paused, playing on her name and having labelled her with her own nickname...stopping for a moment as he turned her toward him so he as a tease would have his way. "You'd like for me to think about them all night." he shot at her. And just to stick it to her he lurched back, her in his hands so as to not give her the benefit of answering back. Still, she pulled him away and they rejoined the rest of the party.

A nudge with her hips and he grinned as he pulled her close, placing his arm around her like he had previously in the evening as they walked on by. He'd known that kind of loss once before... Celeste, the first in his life had eased his path of self-destruction. It no longer hurt although he had a long way to go... she was taken away from him and he suffered a painful year of hurt. She'd been so... quirky. Cheerful, surprisingly so and even childish at times but her intellect would have you believe otherwise -- he'd been much more serious back then. A smile on Karel's lips had, to that point been a vain fantasy. And yet she'd taught him to smile. He, as a core personality had been defined steadily since then. When she was gone? He'd done a fair bit of soul searching then... a lot of drifting, too.

"Don't tease, Minx. You know full well what else or... perhaps, who to do."

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

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

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“Of course. But I guess with such a short dress, Minx. You'd like for me to think about them all night.”

Minx. Mara’s smile broadened and she shook her head slightly. Very much Mara could be seen as a minx, and she wasn’t about to deny it, either. She had her moments where she flirted mercilessly and could be a little bit mischievous. Cheeky was also one way to describe her. Most of the time it was all at once or all three at separate times, but she wasn’t just some flirty girl all the time. Just when there wasn’t much reason to do a whole lot more. At this little party, there was most definitely nothing else for her to do. There was a non-violence clause, but what residual she could hear from the Countess’ earpiece, everyone was going to be fair game at midnight. Hmm. Maybe she would “accidentally” kill that Nazi’s little pet for making fun of her and her choice in a date. It was a small loss for the Nazi for sure, but it hadn’t been a very huge insult to Mara, either. She just liked getting back at people, and no one was going to miss that girl. . . .

Mara glanced around for the little trollop. She was off dancing with. . . Matthew. Mara frowned slightly, wondering why he was dancing with the blonde, and she started to rethink her plan in “accidentally” killing her. The vampiress had no issue with creating a bit of tension between her and those Nazi’s that Amoura was striking up a pact with, but she would have rathered not cause any problems within the Dynasty while they were so freshly added. Matthew hadn’t done anything to her—sure his attitude was less than acceptable to her—so she had no real beef with him. Maybe a couple of the Nazi’s lieutenants wouldn’t mind taking a fall for the greater good. Ah well. Mara was mostly concerned about how intense the battle would get. How would anyone know what was going on? Well, that was actually an easy question. It would just take one death to alert the others of what was going on.

“Don't tease, Minx. You know full well what else or. . . perhaps, who to do.”

“Oh, how silly of me to forget! It must be my prim and proper breeding that has me thinking clean thoughts during a party! And that is rather clever, combining my name and coming up with Minx!”

She was being sarcastic, but she wasn’t trying to be mean. She flashed Michael a smile as they walked around, and she knew with how the night was going and the rate with which their teasing remarks were going, she could only imagine where this night would end up, anyway. The bloodshed happening at some point time could either a mood breaker or just up that chance. . . only time would really tell. Mara happened to get a nice little high from killing people, but she didn’t know if Michael. He didn’t seem the type.

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[matthewcorvinus]

As Amethyst finished asking her questions, the older of the two vampires stayed silent as the continued to dance. As the two rotated around, Matthew noticed Amoura and Heinrich were still talking. He then looked back down at the young vampire he was dancing with. He didn’t really have any answers for her; but whatever the two elders were talking about, it probably wouldn’t have a good ending for somebody. As they continue to dance, the older of the two vampires spoke,“There’s no telling what those two are talking about; and to be honest, I don’t want to know what they are talking about.”

Matthew avoided answering her first question, but he knew that she would only continue to ask him why he was here. The two vampires continued to dance as the music continued to play through the ballroom. He looked down at Amethyst, not wanting to tell her about some of the evil things that he had done since the last time they had seen each other. Matthew looked away for a moment, and then looked back to the young vampire that he was dancing with. He smiled slightly and then spoke,“I am a member of the council for my coven. I am expected to participate in these parties and much more.”

Matthew sighed slightly as he looked away once more, looking towards the clock. The time was moving slowly to the middle of the night, but they were almost there. The vampire slowly turned his head back towards Amethyst and looked her in the eyes. Matthew then spoke,“There’s a good chance that if you stay here much longer that you’ll see a side of me that you’ve never seen before. You might not like it, but it’s what I’ve had to become just to survive. Depending on what Heinrich is talking to Amoura about, it might be something you have to become just to survive.”

[†The Blood Countess†]

The Countess sat there in silence once more to listen to the Count speak more, and more. As of late she hadn't been one for many words on an average, everyday basis, but she manages at times. "Nyx is a different sort of vampiress, Count. She has a rare power that I won't give away, and thus, I hold some form of respect for her. In that area, she exercises control at least," she released a sigh through her nose, and leaned back in her chair. "she will show respect if some is shown to her, Count. Respect is never a one way street with our kind; you know this to be true."

With that, she took his hand, stood, and shook it, "Yes, Count von Weil. Though it may be some time before the clock strikes twelve, so I may go check on my guests. If you despise one of my followers, then I advise avoiding her and her 'pet'."

Amoura nodded at him, picked up her mask, put it on, and walked back inside.

[rowan kestrel amber]

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Amethyst really didn't know what to say. To see Matthew someone he wasn't, was truly confusing. Especially since she had only seen him as someone helpful. Not someone brutal. And that she was to become just like them to survive? Now that statement was quite hard to understand.

"Matthew, what are you talking about? What do you mean I might have to become something I'm not to survive? I wouldn't hurt a soul. I just can't see myself doing such a thing. Its just not me. Not who I am."

It was quite crazy to be thinking such a thing. Especially now since she could see the hostess coming in from outside from where she was talking with Heinrich. Amethyst was never someone nosy, but now it seemed that she became quite interested in what the two were talking about. Yet she didn't have the courage to go up and ask Heinrich what was going on. Especially after the man threaten to kill her or give her to one his servants for a meal. She didn't exactly have the guts to speak to him at the moment. Let alone ask him what they would do after the ball.

To keep her mind off of Heinrich, she turned back to the elder vampire she was dancing with. It had seemed like forever when she saw him last, but almost seemed like yesterday that she had saw him.

"It seems such a long time since we saw each other last. You weren't in this group thingy when you met me, were you? It just seems to weird to just come out at night. I'm going to miss the warm sunny mornings."

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POST STATUS: finished
TEMPLAT CREDIT: moi
GRAPHIC CREDIT: moi
LYRICS CREDIT: shinedown & nickelback
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[heinrichvonweil]

Heinrich looked after the countess how she walked inside. He went inside himself a few minutes afterwards. He looked around spotting one of his Guards and waved him to him, the guard in the black uniform made his way through the crowd "Yes mylord?" he asked. Heinrich stepped closer "Notify Markus to get into Position 10mintues before 12, we will eat dinner at 12" he smiled at the though. The guard smiled at the mentioning of dinner and clacked his heels and walked casual to the exit.

Heinrich walked around and spotted his student, she was with some other creature, he sniffed the air and noticed it was a vampire as well. "At least a start" he smiled, he noticed how the two where talking with each other as if they knew one a other.Heinrich walked towards the pair on the dance floor. He came up behind the guy and tapped him on the shoulder "Excuse me you are dancing with my partner" he said while turning to face both of them "I am Count Heinrich von Weil" he told the man.

[Michael Anderson]

Prim and proper breeding. Right. The sarcasm she was oozing was delicious and he, though with his current personality lapped it right up. Of course, since their first night he'd seen to it that her being prim and proper was purely fiction. Though rich, she was far from the typical image of the preppy college girl -- and her age had nothing to do with it. Still, he'd been perfectly on point calling her a minx... her appearance was one to drool over and the way she dressed to the way she acted and the mixture of Mara and Nyx... heck, he was surprised no one had labelled her as such. It was a name that fit perfectly and while Karel had used her first name to attract her sole attention in the past, its tone was very distinct; sexual in nature. And this? Well, it was more playful... flirtatious, too, but playful.

And it seemed as if a familiar looking Nazi had rejoined the party. With Lady Amoura no less, their talk and conference seemed to be settled and both he and his date could observe him talking to one his fraulein. Honestly, these pseudo-Krauts gave the study of eugenics a bad name... and had he been anymore human, Karel would of been disgusted. But he wasn't; instead it was a mixture of indifference and condescension. He had no pride -- no real pride, an ego was a fickle thing and utterly pointless. Still, the weak mind would fall easily to having their ego stroked or challenged and he'd used that to his advantage on numerous occasions. Which would explain why the little girl Matthew was currently dancing with had such a brown nose -- what, with it up the Count's ass just to avoid trouble.

It was... a bit of an amusing thought. As was spending another night with Mara to see who was the better at screaming out names... oh, the obscenities. It would have been fun, of course... but that was sex for you. It had to feel good otherwise the human race wouldn't have much of a motivation to breed. You had to admit it -- the reasons to have sex were far stronger than the opposite... to destroy lives or to (or at least, attempt to) pro-create... this man was no stranger to the pre-meditated extermination of life. He took no particular thrill in the slaughter... still, no slaughter was ever complete without laughter and at times he'd donned on a more insane personality just to inspire fear. You'd be surprised how effective a superficial stunt like that would prove to be.

"Well I'm glad." he shot back to Mara. "I don't suppose this venue has a room to wash any dirty thoughts -- or indulge them?" he raised his brow, his grin widening as soon this could have very well escalated to whatever event may have been waiting next. Eying the buffet, the condiments, the drinks, the food... how little of it had actually gone, no doubt the vampires would have wanted a bit of a midnight snack...

Not that he cared.

[matthewcorvinus]

Matthew looked away from Amethyst for a moment. She was asking questions that were hard for him to answer. The vampire had been a part of the Blood Dynasty when he met her; but it wasn’t what she thought. Matthew didn’t intend on killing her when they first met and he wasn’t intent on killing any human. Still, he didn’t know whether she would believe him, let alone understand. Everything he told her at her apartment all those months ago was things he had learned from first hand experience. Amoura wanted to end the life of all weak vampires and all other species. To survive, Matthew had to prove that he wasn’t amongst the weak vampires and he had to prove that he was willing to end the life of other vampires along with other immortals.

The vampire looked back towards Amethyst and was about to answer her when he heard a voice. It was obviously a male voice, but he was simply ready to ignore it until he heard what the man was saying. Then he felt a tap on his shoulder, and that was enough to get the vampire’s attention. Matthew stopped dancing and then turned around, seeing a man dressed in a Nazi styled uniform. The vampire already knew who the man was, but he allowed him to speak anyways. As the other vampire introduced himself, Matthew smirked slightly, and then spoke,“I’m Matthew Corvinus; council member of the Blood Dynasty.”

So this was the vampire that had turned Amethyst. In any other place or situation, Matthew would end this pathetic elder’s life. It would have been way too easy. The elders were cocky and arrogant. They loved to overestimate their abilities, and underestimate the abilities of others. Still, he was under orders to play nice, and he didn’t want any trouble with Amoura. She was probably the only vampire in the ballroom that Matthew didn’t stand a chance against; so he had to stay on his leash.

The younger vampire stood there for a moment, sizing up Heinrich. He noticed the sword at his side, and this brought a smile to his face. Matthew was a rather skilled swordsman in many different forms of the art. He had learned from some of the best swordsman in the world when he was Prince of England, and before his turning, he was defeating them on a regular basis. The younger vampire looked away for a moment, looking back at Amethyst. He was trying to figure out whether he wanted to push a couple of buttons, or whether he should just be polite for now. Matthew then looked back to the elder, and spoke,“And I apologize for my intrusion. I didn’t see anyone’s name on her.”

[heinrichvonweil]

A smile of discontent was on Heinrich's face for a second, but tehn again the younger ones where more arrogant them him sometimes and over estimated them self. Heinrich turned his attention to his fledgling "I hope you will prove yourself worthy tonight of my decision I made over you" He looked towards Matthew "Im sure your friend can explain to you what you will have to do, I am certain he did it many times himself" he smiled at Matthew.

Heinrich got up close to Matthew and turned him around so both of their backs where facing Amethyst. He came closer so that only he could hear what he had to say "Dont get me wrong Im sure I know whats floating through your mind, but make sure that when the clock strikes 12 you watch out for her, because if anything happens to her I will hold your personally responsible!" he made sure to get his message across by adding a sharp tone to it. He turned back towards Amethyst "I am sure you will enjoy yourself tonight with your friend, you got to tell me how you meet when ever we get the chance" he walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek and turned towards the both "Enjoy yourself as long the night is young" he smiled and walked off towards one of his officers standing at the wall and turned back looking at Matthew and just smiled, with this he walked off disappearing into the dancing crowd.