The Opening Ball

23:42:06 Viktor` of course excused himself from the head of the table for but a moment to escort his lovely charge out of the loud dining room. It was stifling to say the least. What a lucky little thing she was, able to escape this terrible crush early. By the time he had come back the desserts had been served, something he simply didn't have a taste for. He liked his meat. Bloody and fresh from the kill. The man merely sat authorotively in his seat, discussing politics in hushed tones with two men who had taken up his left and right hand side, only pausing to sip casually at his drink. Eventually the livered footmen began to clear away the food and the women looked restlessly and excitedly about. The Ball. Not the Masquerade, but the opening ball for the actual event would be much later in the month. As host, Viktor excused himself from a heated debate between the two men, and stood, pausing before silence was given. "The ballroom awaits.." Three mere words before he turned upon his heel, his suited figure obligatory -
23:43:19 [Viktor`] -moving as to select one of the fine young ladies of society to escort to the ballroom. Viktor was careless in his choice and simply made his way to the closest female who didn't look particularly old or irritating. Beautiful in her own right, he came to the side of Annabelle. His features portrayed their usual solemn and stern expression, and his hand reached for hers before he bowed over it. "If madame will do me the honor. . .?" Slate gray eyes delivered their peircing gaze over her, inspecting. He was not displeased. Should she agree, he'd place her hand in the crook of his arm and begin to lead her forth to the Ballroom. Those in the dining room followed suit, some more slowly than others, some even deciding now to disappear off to their rooms for whatever reason they might have. The ballroom in question was relatively near, and within a minute or perhaps too, Viktor and Annabelle would approach a very large, decorative set of doors which were immediately pulled forth by servants. Within was an -
23:43:31 [Viktor`] -extravegant ballroom, giantesque at any rate. Secluded boxes on the upper floor overhead, like those in an opera whilst the three storey high room was dotted with chandelier after chandelier, the centered one of course being bigger than perhaps three horses, on its own. Golden colors were everywhere, and regal royal red were the draperies. Pristine white cloths hung over side tables which contained drinks of every kind, whilst fruits and cigars were close by for the taking. A band had already begun a low hum, certain to progress into a waltz when the master deemed it time to dance. Not yet though, there was time for socializing and cigars. Time for the women to gush and dote upon others dresses, and modestly revel in the attention their own caught. If Annabelle had made it this far with him, he'd deliver a chivalrous kiss to the back of her hand, before excusing himself politely and watching as his guests took in the architecture, design and decoration of this particular room. It had cost a pretty penny, -
23:43:56 [Viktor`] -that much was sure. Meanwhile the servants frowned. The rogueish traveler was something certain to pique Viktor's attention, but the master of the house was by far busy with his guests. Instead, they listened to his speel before ushering him forth up the steps to present the matter to Eamon of whom, was apparently above them. The butler held his post, frowning speculatively before reaching out as to take the item from Beckett. If the man in question complied, he'd turn it over in his hands, bland brown eyes narrowing as he investigated its wealth. Perhaps Viktor would be interested? If not, there were certainly enough vampires about, if this man was indeed not one, to silence him. "Do come in sir, ...?" He was beckoned forth inside, at that point whilst the groomsmen outside went quickly to tend to Luz' carriage. She was late, very late. As usual servants milled about to take her luggage, hand her down, and deposit the carriage and horse in their rightful places. It was then, and only then that maiden was -
23:44:18 [Viktor`] - led to the door. Eamon, having instructed a servant to escort Beckett and the others to the Ballroom were the opening event was about to begin, bowed low over Luz, had she allowed herself to escorted over. "Welcome, Mademoiselle Luz. A pleasure it is to have you this fine eve'." He smiled down at the woman before adding. "Unfortunately Master Luxor is tending to guests. You are just in time for the Opening Ball." He would take the oppertunity to escort her over to the others, who hadn't quite left yet and nodded, "Francois will escort you all to the Grande Ballroom." With that, he left her to her own devices, and to socialize with God Forbid, the fiery Luthor woman.


23:44:41 Jonah_Cain - Sweeping out from the foyer, slamming the doors against their hinges, Jonah met the elegant Luz as she exited her carriage. His cotton shirt was undone and his hair was a mess. Blood stained his chin in two thin lines and his amber eyes were vibrant, framed by his welcoming smile. “A night filled with brutish ghaunts and sickening debates. I thought the heavens against me and here God delivers an Ivory queen to my doorsteps!” Jonah descended the stairs and held both hands out taking Luz’s hands into his own. He kissed her warmly on the forehead and brushed her cheek with the edge of his long nails. “How was your trip?”
23:45:28 Jonah_Cain as well ignored whatever entertaining Viktor was attending at the door, as it mattered little to him.

23:56:57 Annabelle sat restlessly at her table, gazing at the dinner plate that was untouched. She made polite conversation to get by with the other residents of her dining space, laughing lightly at one gentleman’s excuse for a joke. As dinner was taken, dessert was presented, giving Annabelle no reason to break her apparent fast. She simply held onto her glass as if it was her only reason in being here. Finding the apparal to have no reason and with nothing better to do, she moved her arms to release their porcelain lengths from the confounds of the white gloves that reached to her elbows, laying them gently beside her, she folded them once before noticing the head of the manor suddenly approaching her. She knew him by name and a brief description. With her only order from her sire being to simply observe, she was not quite ready to interact with such a figure. Simply taking a slow breath she smiled with a nod as a greeting gesture. Listening to his invitation, she did what any normal woman of fancy would. <c>
23:57:35 Annabelle - Extending her hand, she accepted. “The honor is all mine, sir.” A slight accent fringed upon her words as she stood from her seat, she allowed her arm to intertwine with Viktor’s. She avoided direct eye contact with the sire as she looked around the room with unenthusiastic interest in the setting around her. Smiling to those she met before this event, she made small comments here and there as simple greetings. Finally having nothing to look or no one to talk to, she averted her eyes to the ground, her smiling failing to disappear from her expression. With a kiss upon the back of her hand, she looked to Viktor with a gracious gesture. “Do you dance, my lord?” She asked, obviously making conversation, as she knew that the master of the manor danced. He owned a ballroom for heaven’s sake. <c>
23:58:08 Annabelle - She nearly laughed at her own question but kept her composure as a hand of hers brushed aside her dress to send it in a furl of rustles around her feet, swirling slightly about her figure.
00:09:14 Luz allowed herself to be escorted forward that meager step before the sound of hinges squealing in complaint stopped her dead in her tracks. In fact, when the doors had slammed open by force Luz retreated a single step. Completely unaware of who approached her until that familiar voice made itself known in the cool night air. Sighing the remainder of breath from dead lungs she offered Jonah a pleasant little smile, closing her eyes as his lips connected with her forehead. “Long….but, it was also smooth.” she whispered lightly, releasing the stranger’s hand she had been holding for guidance. From there her fragile fingers were offered up in Jonah’s direction for him to take. Blind eyes traveled across the way towards the voice uttering her name in a welcoming manner. “I thank you.” Luz said in the stranger’s direction, “I believe. . .my escort has arrived.” With that simply said she closed her eyes, waiting to be led inside by Jonah. No more words would be said from there. ---
00:09:47 Luz She had already spoken more than enough already. Rolling the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth and dipping her chin an inch towards her chest Luz opened her eyes partway. Wasn’t this a lovely night? It felt like one---smelled, and sounded as such, too. However, her ears picked up the sounds of many guests mingling inside. Mmn, crowds were not quite the dear girl’s cup of tea. Not to worry, however, Luz had faith that nothing unfortunate would occur once she was inside during the Opening Ball.
00:12:27 Adaloura had 'freshened up' in record time. With maids milling about her, Adaloura had managed to quickly bathe before she was fitted into a corsetted gown with a most unforgiving waist size. Though slender and adequately curvaceous, Ada's slim waist had been no match for the miniscule dress. With much effort her trusted team had managed to get her into the French peice, though it was most uncomfortable snug at her bust, which was pushed near to the point of slipping from her clothing. The gown was another rosey pink color, as her dinner dress had been. Golden lace dipped along the contours of her bust line, even lining the small evening sleeves which hung just off of her shoulders. The bodice was pulled taut to her waist as mentioned before, and the the voluptious skirt fanned out in lush ruffles, whilst a large bow and detail sat at the small of her back, just atop her rear. Matching evening slippers adorned petite feet. Glossy locks of honey and fair blonde hung in decoratively pinned curls, draped with >>
00:13:19 [Adaloura] << fashionable chains of gold in which small pink jewels were interwomen. Naturally flushed cheeks and reddened lips completed the picturesque vision, making the hauntingly beatiful Adaloura as much a doll as Viktor treated her. She had made her way down the steps, being escorted only by servants to the grand entrance before her swaying step carried her forth to the ever-present Viktor. He always danced with her first. It was tradition. Endearing emerald optics peered through lush lashes to note, that neither of the Luthors were in the ballroom yet. Perfect. Neither would see her dance with Viktor, then. A dimpled smile graced delicate features as dance-like steps carried her toward the man in question, whom was entertained by the presence of another woman. Annabelle was her name, wasn't it? Not sure enough to be confident, small ungloved hands reached out to catch Anna's own. "What a beautiful gown!" She gushed, her slightly French accented speech harmonious and sweet. "Almost as beautiful as you, ma' >>
00:13:31 [Adaloura] << cherie." With a cherub-like giggle her gaze turned to Viktor, her hands still in Anna's. "Wouldn't you agree, Viktor?"

00:22:46 [Beckett] - Having been ushered forth to meet with the butler, the Ravager would stoop in stride to scoop the statuette from the ground as he moved forth. Whether the gathered mob had dispersed or parted to clear a path would make no difference to the traveller as he moved to meet with the man whose hand was now extended for the artifact, having put the presence of the lesser servants beyond his notice. Being so very close, now, the scent of blood upon the man would be unmistakable. But it wasn't the smell of a fresh wound, or of the lifeblood within one's veins. Instead, it was the scent of it, of varying types, being stained into the clothes. While the exterior of the fabric showed no signs of spotting or blotting, it did have a vaguely reddish hue, visible in the proximity. Standing before the butler, the statuette would gifted properly, in extended hand to be place it in Eamon's before those talons regressed their hold, affording a courteous nod as the ownership was passed from himself to the servant. After <C>
00:23:23 [Beckett] <C> being ushered forth within the confines of the manor, the traveller would move off to the side to permit the passage of the rest of the guests. As the procession passed him by, he would turn back to Eamon, or whichever servant may have been near. "Forgive me for a dampened mood," he states rather calmly. "But it has been a long journey to arrive as I have." The right hand, having relinquished the acquisition, returned to it's humble place atop the satchel. "Though fault may be my own," he continues, leaning back on his heels as shoulders are rolled back to loosen the muscles between the shoulder blades. "I will require an extensive rest. I wish not to sleight your honoured master by being of lesser form upon his ballroom." Drawing a deep, superfluous breath, a sigh of equal lack of necessity is uttered. "And while it would pain me to miss this ball," words continued, as it seemed the traveller, despite his professed weariness, was a touch long-winded. <C>
00:28:00 [Beckett] "I regret to inform that I must do so." Lifting his right hand from the satchel, the Ravager allows his fingers to course along the leather strap before grasping it just beneath his shoulder. A slow deliberate gesture hoists the strap over his head so that he now holds the parcel at his side. "If I may be permitted," he adds. "I require quarters. The conditions of such are of little concern, and will request that my door be barred access outward." Beyond the edges of those dark lenses, the muscles of the traveller's forehead shift slightly, indicating a closing of his eyes. "I am no stranger in observation," is noted as a hand is lifted to superficially rub his eyes, perhaps to further the signs of weariness. "And I know my arrival will spark curiosity. Thus, I wish that you would convey Ducard's well-wishes to your master, and inform him that I shall await an audience with him before leaving my quarters." In short, he has just asked to be locked away until Viktor <C>
00:29:58 [Beckett] is able to meet with him personally, much likely well after the night's events. Courtesy and civility have their places in nearly all walks of life, and the traveller was offering a vast amount on this night. By requesting such things, he may very well draw a large measure of suspicion, if the message is conveyed properly, but he would also be disadvantaging himself without requiring the manor's master or his servants to be forced to encroach upon him.

00:33:33 Jonah_Cain - “Well, then I will make it my priority to keep the rest of the evening as smooth,” Jonah took her hands into his and brought her arms around his waist “And as delicate,” his arm fell to her back and he snapped a finger for a nearby servant to take up the trail of her dress “As possibly conceived” His ever magnetic ego seemed without end, and the idea of anyone beside him introducing Luz to the ball was simply out of the question. – The pair moved into the manor, passing by those vampires arriving and the constant and hurried pace of Viktor as he attempted to meet each of them with a formal grace. Jonah found his coat in the foyer and took a moment to fasten the silver buttons and tie his hair back. He took Luz again and passed through several entry ways before entering the elaborate ball room. Though he enjoyed the lavish quality, he knew Luz would find little comfort or appeal with its expenditures. He stared long at her then, those blue eyes looking blank and strait ahead. >
00:33:43 Jonah_Cain - “Its looks as though a blind mutt threw shit against the walls and called it elegant.” He bumped her shoulder lovingly; sure his attempt to brighten her spirits would garner him at most an innocent smile.

00:47:23 [Tyler-Jackson] || I'll drink my drink and I don't even want to, I think my thoughts when I don't even need to. I never look back because I don't even want to, and I don't need to; I'm getting away with murder! What a pretentious thought, a quick power nap. What was there to be gained? The real world was inseparable from the dream world when one was irrationally dead. He’s dead asleep. Dead Awake. Dead serious. Dead man walking. literally. The eternally irrevocable enigma what was, and forever would be; Tyler, found no solace in his sleep. An hour or so, at most, before he again awoke, dreary eyed with malcontent plastered across his features in an outwardly insomniac manner. A frosty crust to his otherwise angelically warm features. Luckily for him, the point in his presence was not to portray his prettiness. Nay. There were matters to attend to, and until they appeared and required attending, he would make as little of himself as possible. The proper and prim people down stairs in the ball room were --
00:47:33 [Tyler-Jackson] --here on their own accord. Tyler was here on the accord of another. This other did not request him to pretend to be something he was not, and partake in this self-flattery and propriety -not that it was truly frowned upon- it was just not necessary. Pulling his shoes, that had been polished for him without so much as a request, and laced them slowly. Each second spent is a second saved. Wrapping his coat around his shoulders he takes a deep breath, and opens the doors from his chambers. He walks slow, swaying a little as if his feet were unsteady. Maybe they were. There didn’t really need to be a reason, and this statement was written across his facial expression. Truly, this man was elsewhere, no matter his physical presence. I need air. Coming to the entrance to the ball room he swerves out and walks out onto the nearest balcony.Freedom. Hardly, but the illusion was a simple albeit short-lived escape. His hands clasp and rest over the balcony, leaning against it. ||

00:49:45 Viktor` 's head manservant Eamon as it were, needn't have fussed over Luz and so, simply left her in the care of Jonah. As for the strange rogue, the statuette which had been handed to him was carefully deposited in the hands of a trusted maid, who was then ordered to bring it to Viktor's private study, before moving into the ballroom to inform him of its arrival. Now, Eamon turned back to Beckett. He was being incredibly reasonable and even though he was a suspicious character, his own requests seemed to deflate any dangerous affiliations. The man as it were, despite reeking of blood, was actually asking to be imprisoned in a room until the master saw to him. Have it his way, then. "The master would most regret your absence but, would indeed allow his trusted guest to seek rest from tiresome travel. I will most certainly notify him of your well wishes personally." And with that, he motioned for some of the groomsmen to enter the manor with him, whilst others took up their vacated positions at the door. "If you -
00:50:11 [Viktor`] -will follow me sire, I will escort you to your chambers." With so many guest suites prepared it was of course easiest to deposit the man into one of the extravegant boudoirs, preferrably on the still empty side of the manor; more than half the guests were yet to arrive. Had Beckett simply followed, Eamon would personally lead him escorts, 'goons' if you will, to a chamber furtherst from the other guests and mind you, a good trek away from the Luthors. But that, was mere coincidence. The door was unlocked via a key, and the butler stood by to gesture him inward. "I am sure the room will be to your liking." He paused to let the effect of the grand room to sink before adding, "A meal will be sent up within the hour." And with a curt bow, the door was shut, locked and then barracaded by the three groomsmen who had followed him. To one, he said "See that a bar is draw up accross the door. When you are done, notify the servants outdoors to keep and eye on his window" He had been purposely given a room without a -
00:50:33 [Viktor`] -balcony, and on one of the upper floors but, the oppertunity was there. Now, to the other two, "You will stay here and watch the door." Meanwhile in the ballroom, a servant had whisked discretely by and informed Viktor of the current goings ons. As usual he remained stoic outwardly, whilst his interest was most certainly piqued. He was not one to bow to strangers and so, the rogue traveler, or 'Ducard' would be tended to late on the morrow. Now his attention drifted toward the comely Annabelle. Dance? "I believe I do, my dear. I dare say you'll give me the honor later in the eve?" He smiled at her laughter, but his attention for the moment was called elsewhere. He didn't notice the arrival of Jonah or Luz no, his steel gray gaze sought out the picturesque beauty who had just entered. As always, Viktors breath caught. So the dress he had picked looked marvelous, then? Appreciatively his eyes scanned over her, drinking in the image before him. And then she was there. As always, Adaloura had gone to socialize -
00:50:45 [Viktor`] -with his company first, nearly driving him to the point of insanity. He ached to draw her in his arms but restrained himself and simply commented quietly, answering her after her giggled had quietened "I do. Both of you are visions, I do suppose I am the luckiest man in this manor, no?" It wasn't like him to be so outwardly complimenting or flirtatious. And he never smiled as he was doing so now in front of others but, there was simply something about her. Something that changed him.

01:00:48 Annabelle smiled upon Viktor’s response, a small laugh accompanying the light air of the ballroom. She pulls aside a strand of dark hair, the curly locks running into her view and her expression. Placing the locks behind her ear, she looks to see the other inhabitants on the dance floor. Common pleasantries were traded from one to another as the conversations filled the large room, echoing off the walls. Yet no one seemed to have begun dancing yet. With the music accompanying the gaiety of the guests, it seemed likely that some would oblige to dance. As she glanced about the room, it seemed that the guests were waiting upon the lord of the manor to signal the beginning of the dance and she seemed the only candidate to assist him in the job until… With her presences seeming to engulf the whole ballroom, she watched as Adaloura approached them. Another face to remember, another brief description she knew of her. Adaloura was well known in the manor.
01:01:14 Annabelle - It didn’t take long for Annabelle to hear a little gossip to realize what was happening in the business of property. She knew enough to realize she didn’t want to be in the middle of it. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case anymore. As Adaloura approached, Annabelle took careful note of her detailed gown and meticulous jewelry. She would have almost thought it too much if the whole gown didn’t look so much like a walking masterpiece. Eccentric and prideful compared to Anna’s simpler gown, she was a mere candle to Adaloura’s choice of dress. Annabelle accepted the other’s hand with a greeting smile, accepting the compliment with the most humblest of thanks. “Please, I do not compare. I believe it was said that beauty belonged to the eyes of the beholder. I must say that whoever said it had never laid eyes upon you, Madame. For beauty has no other definition.” She smiled once more, looking from Viktor, then to Adaloura, excusing herself from their presence with a small curtsey. <c>
01:01:41 Annabelle - T urning to leave, she took a post along the side of the ballroom to watch the engagements in front of her.

01:03:33 Luz allowed her arms to be guided around Jonah’s figure. Fingers lightly curling in the fabric of his cotton shirt as she used him for support along wit guidance to wherever he may take her. Stepping off in a tug of movement she followed along Jonah’s swift steps into the manor. She treated each of her steps as though every foot fall led on to ancient land---something old, yet very new and foreign to her. Baby blues rose up towards the ceiling as if admiring the light fixtures, or perhaps even some carved art. But no, she did not admire any of those things. Instead she watched the chorus of voices echoing about from here to there. Luz paused when Jonah had, dropping her arms away from him and neatly tucking her hands behind her back for safe keeping. Drawing her sightless gaze down her lids dropped like a curtain to cover the show. Before too long she felt Jonah whisk her away once more. Her feet following on as she was taken through the music of people ---
01:05:00 Luz and clatter of crystal glasses tinging against one another lightly in cheer. When Jonah’s voice spoke to her again she turned her face to him and opened her eyes. “Oh, behave yourself.” she quietly spoke, reaching a hand out to give his chest a little poke with her fingertip returning that nudge. However, the comment did earn him a light smile, curled up with the glitter of innocence only she possessed. Her childlike face offered more than enough glow to perfect such purity in expression. Luz could be a danger to any unsuspecting human when she kept her grin hidden under all that mild and meekness radiating from her person. Drawing her finger away from Jonah’s chest and curling it into her palm she looked about as if observing her surroundings. “Such a foul mouth for he who holds charm.” Her gaze snapped back to Jonah once more, that smile still curling her lips.

01:17:01 [Beckett] - No resistance by the traveller was given as he followed Eamon through the manor. It was certainly a palatial place to call home, and quite the site to call attention to due to it's lavishness. There was a dramatic irony at play here, as the Ravager made and was given to requests that were likely going through the minds of those whom had seen him. There was no understatement that he did not fit in with the crowd. Likely, he was dressed more commonly than even the servants, which served to compound the illusion. Here he was, within the confines of a vampiric haven, within the abode of one of a council of powerful and affluent vampires. Yet, he was certainly not dressed the part. He didn't belong, sure as shooting. However, should things in the region turn south, the commonly dressed traveller would draw not a second glance from those whom may seek to cause harm to the kindred within these halls. Instead, he would blend in with the 'cattle', appearing no different from them, aside from his <C>
01:17:04 [Beckett] pallor, which gave the impression of being sickly, when compared to pigmentation of those whom had come to the Masquerade. In a world such as this, those that have draw the ire of those who don't. And those that have as much to flaunt as Viktor drew a heavy distaste from the common people, of which made up the vast majority. Curious, then, would be that this wolf in sheep's clothing had come to become inserted within this lavish home. The name he had given -- Ducard -- was but one of many that pertained to this particular hunter of the night. It assuredly was not a false name under any circumstances, as would play a part later in the morrow. It had not been the Ravager's aim to seek audience with Viktor immediately. In truth, it was of no consequence if the master of the household did not see him for days. It was a rather large event that was going on, so Ducard had assumed that there was much to be done and tended to, if it was all generally self-gratifying in that it would most <C>
01:17:08 [Beckett] assuredly be one party or another seeking to increase their own standing or influence with the others. Worldly power, in a life of endlessness, was but a means of entertaining oneself for a time. Ducard had gone through it, and would lean on it when his audience finally came. For those whom knew this one, of which there were none likely within several hundred miles, they would see the precautions taken by the traveller on behalf of the gathered kindred as quite unlike him. But that would be, quite honestly, because they knew him. He was not titled the Ravager or the Usurper for no reason, of course. But, like worldly power, it was a means to an end. And after his current set of cards had been played, he would allow Viktor, whose name he'd yet to know, to play his own. 'Twas a game beginning. Turning to the lavishly decorated room as the bar was drawn across the door, the Beast permitted that predatory grin to spread across his face. In truth, though few may realize it, Ducard had not <C>
01:17:28 [Beckett] disadvantaged himself as absolutely as it may appear. Instead, he had established a measure of control. He was not locked within the exquisitely ornate room because he was a prisoner of the Luxor manor. Instead, he was locked in the room because he had requested such. Sure, the door was guarded and the window was being watched, but these were entirely unnecessary, as regardless of when Viktor decided to answer the audience, another request of Ducard's, he would find the traveller waiting in the chair by the desk, which would have been pulled away from the other furniture to sit alone. He would be facing the door, waiting patiently. Things were not always what they seemed, as the saying goes, and even the sense of security that came from the containment of a suspicious figure was undermined by the simplicity that such containment was not something that was forced, but was given at his own behest.



-Unfinished-

18:25:36 Adaloura gave another of her winning smiles. She was not feeling the festives, not whilst her world had simply fallen apart. Ivan was still not in the ballroom, at least he wouldn't have to see her obligatory dance with Viktor. "You truly flatter me, Viktor." Replied the French belle, her accent more notable with her 'mirth.' It wasn't all pretend, was it? No, she did care for her sire though, and even believed she had loved him until Ivan had come along. To Annabelle she turned and spoke, "No, no. You are a classic beauty dear.. Anna." Yes, the name had eventually come to her. One's figure lowered into a graceful curtsy in response, before she then turned to Viktor, rather sure that he'd request a dance from her any moment now. The guests wouldn't like to be kept waiting. Not while there were festives to be had, no? Hauntingly deep emerald orbs fixated on the handsome male before her. A guarded man was her sire, and her betrayal would surely turn whatever warmth there was left in him as cold as a Winter's night. >
18:25:59 [Adaloura] < could never know, not ever. Ivy would have to be silenced, by force if need be..
18:26:20 Juniper was terrified to say the least of all this masquerade business. Before sired by Viktor, she had been nothing more than a common French peasant, doing everything in her wits to survive. And now she was to dine lavishly amongst coven royalty and wear a gown she did not deserve, all the while enjoying such festivities? Oh yes, she was completely overwhelmed. One by one, guests began to make their leave for the ballroom and Juniper merely watched for the moment, feeling a knot of anxiety in her stomach. To calm her nerves, instead of going directly to the ballroom, she went to her spire to merely freshen up. Immediately she released her hair from its restricted bun, having felt a dull ache throughout the dining room bustle. With brush in hand, she sat on the edge of her bed, stroking out the lengthy auburn curls, which shined brightly against her porcelain skin. Slate blue eyes glanced to the dolls lined up on her bed and she sighed quietly, before looking down at the gorgeous gown her Master had -
18:26:30 Juniper - gifted her with—made of the finest silks and satins in a deep shade of violet, embroidered with fine sequins on the skirt. Master had been far too kind to her. “Je devine c'est le temps pour faire face à la musique, la droite?” Yes, it was a mighty terrible habit of hers to talk to herself when alone, especially in her native tongue. Summoning the meager amount of courage she had, she made her way from the spire to the ballroom; her hair kept down, as it made her feel slightly more natural than the twisted bun. The closer she came to the ballroom, the louder the chatter had become. Politely, she weaved her way through the guests, doing what she could to remain a complete wallflower as she sought out Master and of course Adaloura—the only female she had ever even grown remotely attached to; sort of saw her as a motherly figure. Upon coming to the two, she made a curtsy and kept her eyes downward. “Me pardonner, my Master. I had something to take care of.”

19:00:18 Viktor` 's manservant had taken his time. Dallying about, making it rather clear the the house of Viktor Luxor would not bend to this imposters will. It was for that reason, he didn't tend to the needs of their trusted guest immediately, and without outmost concern. He would go hungry, for now. Meanwhile, the man in question was in the presence of two beautiful belle's, one of whom was departing. Always a gentleman, the stern male bent in a bow before applying a kiss to her delicate hand. Before he quite had the chance to propose a dance to his charge, his other, Juniper sidled on up. The man couldn't help but to allow his usual small far away smile to quirk at the corners of his lips, his slate gray eyes admiring her attire. He spoiled them though, wasn't that his duty? He had taken their lives, their souls. Viktor had never meant to do such monstruous things and yet he had, he owed everything to Juniper and Adaloura and it was his purpose to ensure that both of them enjoyed their eternal damnation to -
19:00:34 [Viktor`] -the fullest. To Juniper, his hand reached out to take hers, applying a kiss to the back of her hand before he lifted her slender appendage and guided her body as to turn about in front of him, so both he and Ada could take in the full splendor of her appearance. "Magnifique." Was all he said, the commented released in a low husky tone, quietened so that none of his guests should hear him. An intrusive man; he wasn't one to involve others in his affairs. "Mademoiselle Juniper, you will not mind if Adaloura and I excuse ourselves?" He had a Ball to begin, and it was always tradition that he and Adaloura, at least when he hosted the event, lead the first waltz. With that he left the girl in hopes that she would indulge in a dance with another though, he was most sure his sweet charge would wait until he was finished, rather than do so. With Adaloura's small hand in the crook of his arm, he walked to the center of the room. Viktor didn't like to be the center of attention, or to be fashionable and fickle. He -
19:01:09 [Viktor`] -simply kept his part in society as univolved as possible, doing only the bare minimum to remain influential with the council. Once at the very center, her cast a look over to the musicians who at once began a fine waltz melody. His hand took Ada's, and the other came to her slim waist as took the first step, beginning to lead her in articulate courses about the floor. All eyes were upon the two, but his saw only Ada's. Her trusting pools of emerald in which seemed to capture his very heart. . .So lost was he with her that he didn't notice as the other guests began to join in, taking their respective partners to the floor and beginning to waltz in perfect unision.

19:11:10 Juniper almost instinctively pulled away when her Master went to kiss her hand, though she remained still, allowing her gaze to drift shyly to the side. As guided, she was lead to step before her Master and Adaloura and per the compliments, she merely whispered a shy ’merci’. To Juniper, Adaloura was far more radiant this evening, looking much more like a lady of the court. She had often admired her beauty and wished she could have such a glow. The two went off to begin their waltz, of which Juniper did not watch for very long, simply because she did indeed feel a twinge of jealousy—a jealousy she constantly berated herself of, in both verbal and physical punishments—as to how Master looked upon Adaloura. Juniper glanced from side to side, taking in her surroundings as she often did when there were many new faces. Everyone looked stunning—like the people she had only seen in paintings, but mostly in her dreams; dreams of far off places where anything was possible (true love’s kiss and all the complete -
19:11:22 Juniper - farce the fairy tales fill your head with). The ladies batted their lashes, fluttered their fans, gossiped gaily, but most important shined like stars in the sky. All the while, the lords stood in good posture, wearing the finest suits and musk, boasting of trivial things Juniper did not concern herself with. To her, all these people, her Master included, seemed to come from another world she was far from familiar with. One by one, as the guests began to join her Master and dearest Ada on the floor, Juniper allowed herself to inch closer to a wall, feeling secure in having it behind her whilst she merely watched, not dancing at all.

19:26:47 Viktor` had studied his other charge rather closely. There were no two so different as Juniper and Adaloura. Nevermind that though, for now he was dancing. Dancing with her. He did somewhat enjoy dancing, it wasn't at any rate boring if you had a partner who had his interest but, Viktor would do no more than his duty. After the number ended, ever the gentleman, he escorted Adaloura over to Annabelle at the side of the ballroom near the refreshments, before giving them both a polite greeting. From here, the man turned upon his heel and sought out his younger charge. The belle was ethereal and quiet, who seemed almost frail, making it so that Viktor strived to protect her from any horrors and fear. It took but a few moments to spot her in her violet gown, off to the side. A wallflower, indeed. Upon approaching her, the regal man reached forth for her hand, not bothering to speak as he tucked the tiny limb in the crook of his arm. "You will do me the honor, oui?" A sidelong glance was shot to the -
19:29:51 [Viktor`] - meek femme as he already began whisking her way. To the dancefloor, of course. Should Juniper allow him to do such, he would take his place and begin to lead her about in a slower number, gentle in his guiding of her. "You are enjoying yourself, yes?" Though his tone remained nochalant, he was hopeful. Inwardly, so. He wanted very much for herself and Ada to be happy. Meanwhile, Eamon had finally decided it was time to tend to their rogue guest. A tray had been prepared with a hunk of rare meat, steak perhaps? A crystal chalice filled with Viktor's own brewed wine and fresh lifes blood. It held a musky taste, enriched by a sprinkle of cinnamin which sat at the surface. Eamon smirked at the meal. If he wasn't a vampire, he was sure to dislike the metallic aftertaste, no? He moved quickly back to the room in which he had been allocated, nodding with pleasure at the two guarding the door and the new bar which had been set accross it to keep their inmate from escape. Without curteously knocking, the manservant-
19:32:09 [Viktor`] - but ordered the guards to remove the plank of wood temporarily, at which point he unlocked the door and then entered. Brows rose in pompous wonder at the sight before him. This one was stubborn then, eh? Without so much as a word, he set the tray on the writing desk rather than the breakfast table and exited, locking and then barring the door. From here, he but advised the guards "Two will be up to relieve you at midnight." He turned upon his polished heel and left with his chin up, and all the graces of the highest servant under Viktor's roof. Hmph!

19:44:53 Annabelle had been watching the whole event from the side of the ballroom, her back nearly pressed into the marble walls as the tapestries provided a great shelter for her to stay mostly hidden. While she enjoyed dancing, she preferred to observe this time rather than indulge herself of the three-step trance that was the waltz. The band played a light melody that sent a rhythm right through Annabelle, her toe immediately picking it up with a tap on the hard floor. Thinking of distracting herself of the musical weakness, she turned to the refreshments portrayed upon a lavishing table arrangement. Servants were readily available at the slightest beck and call and while Annabelle was only looking, she was offered many thing. “Wine, Madame?” Annabelle shook her head. Looking to the dance floor, she saw the motions begin to slow as the music faded to an end. Watching the manor’s head approach with his dance partner, she ceased from glancing at the table to accept their gracious visit. <c>
19:45:00 Adaloura had allowed the apparent weight on her shoulders to be momentarily lifted whilst she and Viktor danced. It was oddly calming, as if her sire was making everything better by merely being there. She could learn to love him, no? She would have to; there was no other way. When their waltz ended, a heavy sigh escaped from full rose lips. The weight was there again, only eased for but a second upon her realization that both of the troublesome Luthor's were not present, and had not seen her dance with Viktor. She allowed herself to be deposite over to Annabelle, and left Viktor with a gentle, almost lingering kiss that pressed delicately to his cheek, before she turned to the other woman. "You are enjoying the party, Annabelle?" Large almond shaped eyes peered toward the one she spoke to. An intense gaze, one that bore into anothers eyes and made them sure that the maiden saw them, and them alone.>>
19:45:38 Annabelle - With a light bow of the head, she smiled, retrieving Adaloura’s hand to relieve Viktor’s place. “You two were wonderful.” She said, pressing lightly into Adaloura’s hand as if she were a doting maid. Watching Viktor’s leave, she turned her attention to Adaloura once more, admiring her features and gown of the evening. “You dance very well, Madame.” She stole a glance toward the dance floor once more as the music began with a gentler sweep of the same three rhythm beat. Her smile was clearly expressed across her face as other dance about the floor in a seemingly graceful circle, dresses flowing natural with the motions of their partners as figures glided across the mirror-like floor. “Master Viktor and you seem offly close.” She dared to mention, averting her glance back to the figure at her side. “I’ve never seen a dance so intimate.” Her smiled turned to a light smirk as if gossiping was a sin of hers.
19:47:49 Juniper rocked from heel to toe childishly, glancing down at the tips of her dance slippers which peeked out from the skirt of her gown. They were a trifle uncomfortable, as Juniper usually preferred to run around with nothing on her feet, like some woodland nymph or another. How royal ladies of the covens could wear such restricting clothing all the time was beyond the dear servant girl. Two ladies, not far off from where she stood, whispered amongst themselves, though she did hear her Master’s name once or twice. “Je déteste le commérage...” Both the ladies paused in their whispers, eyed up Juniper, and then walked away with their noses held in the air. Little Juniper smiled slightly, finding them amusing. Speaking of her Master, she looked up as he approached, not having even noticed he had finished his waltz with Adaloura. “I am not a very good dancer, Master…” she admitted in a meek voice, though she did indeed follow. Oh, Juniper had been practicing over the weeks to come to the ball in what spare -
19:47:57 Juniper - time she had. Usually her practice was with a broom or mop, maybe an invisible Prince Charming she had imagined up. Compared to Adaloura, Juniper was très menue. Whilst Ada had been turned in the early prime of womanhood—eighteen—, Juniper had just began to get some small bumps and curves. Aah~alas. She would forever be like a tiny doll. Per his question, she gave her rare smiles, most of which were given to him or Ada. “Oui. As a peasant, I would never have imagined to be at a ball. Comment vous faire dit. ..? Luck?” Sometimes she didn’t know the proper English word to use. At first she seemed a bit stiff in her dancing, but as the music continued on, she allowed herself to lull into a grace, looking at her Master with much admiration and affection.

19:51:28 Adaloura <<smiled at Anna. At least this women wasn't foolish like the others, and her friendly manner was comforting if even mildly so. Her admiring words were met with a modest tilt of her head. "Thank you, I'm afraid its merely Viktors lead that I follow." Deep emerald eyes followed Anna's own, watching the guests. It was a beautiful scene, indeed. "Oh?" A quaint response. "I hadn't noticed." A dance so intimate? A smirk dared appear at her lush lips, revealing dimples in her cheeks. "Someone ought to teach you to dance, then."

20:20:39 [Beckett] - The less-than-honoured guest would have been seated in the chair that had originally sat before the writing desk when Eamon had come to visit his room. The chair had been moved well away from the writing desk. Curiously enough, when the door was opened and Eamon had entered, there was no motion given. Instead, Ducard was statuesque, throughout the time the manservant was in the room. The wide-brimmed hat once more sat atop the traveller's head as he was leaned slightly forward in the chair. Sleeved arms had their elbows rested atop the man's knees, with the taloned fingers splayed and pressed together just before his face. Between booted feet and wooden chair legs, that brown satchel sat, safely guarded as it possessed the most precious of things. The flap was closed and there was no way to discover what was in it without the Ravager knowing. As Eamon came in and moved to set the tray upon the desk, he would garner nothing from the traveller. No courtesy nod was given or even <C>
20:20:43 [Beckett] a shift of those crimson orbs to recognize that the door had been opened and another had come through. It would not be until long after the door was closed again and the bar was replaced that Ducard would rise from his chair. But such a rise would not happen just yet, even as the smell of fresh meat and blood wafted across the room to strike the man's nose. Most assuredly, he was a vampire, and the proximity of such indulgences was a strong thing. But the will of the Ravager was great and vast, and it would not be conquered just yet, despite the claims of weariness he had issued to forsake the ball not long ago.
20:26:00 Viktor` had actually spied one of Juniper's practises, one involving the lively partnering of a mop. He'd had to fight to contain his chuckles, something he rarely did; he was not much one for laughter. "Nonsense, Juniper. I am sure you are as graceful as a gazelle." The comment was made with her practising in mind. She had been rather good on the occasion though, he just had to say her partner didn't do her justice. The mop was a little stiff in his movement. The man pratically cut off her humbled words. "Hm! My dear, you belong here." Why she had been doing chores with mop and broom, Viktor could only wonder. He had made it very clear to her that she was classed as a family member, and not one of the help. His hand on her waist, he guided her along in time with the music, enjoying himself with his charge and yet, eager to return to a seat of some sort. He could practically feel his ears pricking as those standing about or dancing talked about the master. The master, Juniper and Adaloura, at that. Eamon -
20:26:10 [Viktor`] - had been surprised by the rogue's restraint, and a good bit offended by his lack of thanks for the parcel. Never mind that though, for he was already well on his way. As for the two guards who were already miffed at being put on such boring horridious duties, one of them had his ear pressed to the door and the other was picking at his ear. Intelligent lot, them two.
20:29:41 Juniper [Sorry folks, last post for me :O] felt like her head was in a bit of a fog—as if she were dreaming. Mm~ she was very glad she was able to attend the ball with her Master and Adaloura, rather than remaining behind to perhaps clean like other servants. Or even worse, still be on the streets. The music came to an end, which of course she wished it hadn’t and before she could even get a word out, she noticed a butler making his way over to them. He came walking stiffly to her, pardoning himself before motioning to her that he needed to speak with her in private. She gave her Master an apologetic look, before stepping aside and speaking in hushed tones. Oh dear. Apparently there had been some sort of disaster in the kitchen—a fine delicacy for the few human nobles had become a fine mess. Though Juniper wasn’t required to do anything other than the whims of her Master, she often helped with cleaning and cooking, just out of courtesy for her good living. In shuffled steps, she returned to her Master, giving -
20:29:51 Juniper - a formal curtsy. “M'excuser~There is something I must attend to,” And with that, she followed after the butler, disappearing from the ballroom.
21:01:34 Viktor` frowned a little. He did so dislike that Juniper felt the need to lower herself and help with chores and the like, but he was proud of her inability to become a spoiled little miss with no value for things of worth, and plus, if it made her happy... He was happy to let her do it. Allowing her to be on his way, he nodded to the man, one of his butlers evidently. He turned on his heel and strode for the refreshments, careful to hasten his step as to discourage social climbing young ladies from attempting to draw forth a dance from him, and to avoid all men who wished to draw him into ridiculous debates about land and other stupid things. The splendor of those about him, and the brightly lit room were making his head swim. So much so that he even slumped a little upon reaching the refreshments. A nice cooled glass of his special mixture; that is what he needed. Irritated with the frivolities he hung back, sipping at his freshly poured glass of blood and wine. The soothing liquid slipped down his throat, -
21:02:00 [Viktor`] -refreshing him and satisfying his taste with that beautiful metallic tone, the sweetness of the cinnamon, and the smooth taste of the wine. Quite bored he lounged back, his gaze slipping about the room. He saw Juniper hurrying off with the butler, he saw the count who had been sitting with him. Viktor caught sight of Jonah and his apparent company, was she blind? It would seem so, the way she stared blankly at thing. His gaze turned off the side to Annabelle and Adaloura, before skimming back over and array of vibrantly dressed guests who were dancing and talking, laughing and socializing with little mind paid to the immaculately dressed servants who weaved solemnly about, catering to their every whim. Would the night ever end? There would be at least another hour or two of this rubbish before he could retreat to the council room, where he could discuss many issues about bloodlines, matches, land and wealth. Of course the subject of their secrecy and descretion with humans would be brought up, along with -
21:02:43 [Viktor`] -tactics as to prepare themselves for the Winter. People were hard to hunt when they were kept huddling in their houses around fires, you see? Plus there was the matter of an infamous vampire from France. Beckett, they called him. Oh! And apparently now he had an unwanted guest on his hands, introduced by his manservant as 'Ducard.' Whoever the devil he was, he was their for a reason. Probably not a welcome one, at that.
22:48:37 Jonah_Cain - The night unfolded with gentle strides across the ball room floor as Jonah and Luz fully enjoyed their own company. It was at the end of the last dance that Jonah bowed to his better half, and led her to a quiet sitting room where she could rest her feet. He left her, crossing the floor careful to avoid those still enthralled with their own dates, and found a waiting servant carrying a wine platter, though it was not wine inside the crystal glasses. Jonah picked one from the plate, and left the servant, scanning the open floor in search of passing conversation.
22:59:10 Jonah_Cain caught sight of Viktor's stare, and replied in kind. He sipped his glass, and maneuvered towards his host. “Viktor,” Jonah greeted him with a genuine smile, though expecting eyes wondered if he would be greeted in a like manner. “The evening is going well I take it?”

23:02:14 [Louie] had at first had second thoughts about coming to the ball thisevening. After a long few hours on the town however, he took it upon himself to go anyway, he figured the social aspect would do him some good. As he walked about the ballroom, he noticed a couple of gentlemen standing and talking near a survant who was carrying drinks. He approached the two gentlemen and, while partaking in a drink himself, addressed theem. "Good evening my friends. Quite a party tonight wouldn't you agree?"
23:06:09 Jonah_Cain - Glancing to Louie, Jonah raised his drink with a smile "I am blessed with good company," he looked across the room to Luz, and looked back to his glass "And a warm glass. I would say the affair is going well, yes."
23:09:24 [Louie] raises his glass in reguard to Jonah, and gently clings the brim. "Cheers then, my friend, cheers to good company."
23:10:08 [Viktor`] Alright seriously. STOP. You POST. Then you wait for OTHER people to post. None of these continued sentences. ]]
23:10:11 Viktor` 's lips curled into a slight frown. Just when he had a moment to himself, someone interrupted. A guest, for that matter. With an inward sigh, the man turned to face the 'attack' his displeasure only increasing upon finding Sir Cain before him. A hand straightened his cravat, allowing for a length pause before he responded in as polite a manner he could muster. "Sir Cain." His gray gaze averted back to a few guests milling about before he took a length swig of the scarlet liquid in his crystal goblet. Everyone was being served the same, fresh blood mixed with ages red wine with a hint of cinnamon. Now he turns back to Jonah, noting pleasantly enough "An event to be remembered, it is." To Louie, he frowned. The informal greeting was a little odd, given the respect Viktor's name and stature called for. "Ah, yes it is Sir..." One of the lower nobles, probably his first time at The Masquerade, Viktor couldn't quite recall his name. Either that, or he was playing daft deliberately. He glanced to Jonah before -
23:10:26 [Viktor`] - following his gaze to Luz. He left the poor girl on her own? Blind as she was? She was probably in no dire danger but, her company was probably more interesting than this lot. "Excuse me, gentleman. Do enjoy yourselves." He set his glass down on the refreshment table and headed toward Luz.

23:20:42 [Beckett] - The 'rogue' was very adept at restraint. He had sat in on many a meeting with officials of vampiric society, from all walks of life and in many countries. He was known throughout Europe for his exploits and his knowledge. Though no one group of kindred was aware of his entire history, or even his events between the scant times of his coming back into contact with them, but across the myriad of monarchs and historians, quite a past could be pieced together. Naturally, this would require the delicate task of locating who these information-bearers might be, and the even moreso task of loosening their lips. However, it was not unknown to Ducard that his name was spoken between covens. Covens were not isolated, were not fully singular and independant. They held councils with others, to discuss treaties and territories and all of that. The accumulation of worldly power and influence was a rampant desire for all too many. As such, information on one such as the Ravager would not entirely be <C>
23:20:46 [Beckett] withheld. After all, he had no loyalties to one sect over another. Instead, he was a wanderer, a true oddity within the society. But he was far from a vagabond, though he was consider such by those who were not privy to his council. He was a procurer of rare antiquities, often extracting them from where they'd been housed for centuries or more. Above that, he was knowledgeable in one of the things that many elder vampires found rather alluring -- the secrets of things that have survived the ages. History was often a topic that, on one level or another, vampires felt a connection to. It was because history was something that they, throughout their unlives, could look back upon and utilize. With the gift of immortality came the desire to sustain it. Vampires were far from unkillable, so being able to have an account of past trends permitted the ability to adjust with them. To put icing on the proverbial cake, Ducard, the infamous Beckett, was, as stated, worldly. Being unaffiliated <C>
23:20:52 [Beckett] directly with the static covens of the vampiric society, he was permitted to travel the globe as he pleased. Because of his value as a font for lure and history, as well as his knack for things of intrinsic value -- another adoration of the elders, permitting them to own history --, the lines of territory did not apply to him. After all, who would really want to cross one who could, if needed, conjure up the assistance of a myriad of undead? From sitting on these councils, as well as any manner of other things, the Beast had learned to keep himself in check. His manners were impeccable, his etiquette supreme, even if not complimented by his style of dress. And if he could keep his disgust in check while less-than-elder kindred squabbled over land rights and other things of petty and non-importance, then resisting the allure of a fresh chunk of meat and blood, even if mixed with wine, was not beyond his purview. Thus, he would remain seated as he was, his poise perfect. The <C>
23:21:14 [Beckett] dim-witted guard with his ear to the door would likely find it odd that there was no sound heard from the room. And while it may not be surprising that there was silence for a brief period of time, the fact that there would be no sound to be heard for the entirety that he pressed his ear to the door, now or later, might unnerve him. Or, perhaps, he just assumed that Ducard was asleep. Who knew for sure, except for the guard.
23:24:40 Markis should have known better. He should have been able to tell that the place was swarming-no-, infested, with vampires. But it seemed that money blinded even those who already couldn't see. Markis had heard there was good loot for the taking in this place. Secluded, guarded. Lots of guests. Markis didn't seem to pay much notice to the fact that a lot of such guests were not mentioned to return from the place. Markis smirked, ducking into the bushes near the far wall of the courtyard. The wall was easy enough to scale, and the guards didn't notice anything astray. After all, Markis was good at his job. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have hands. It didn't ake long to make his way to one of the walls of the manor. There was a weird vibe about the place. But the young thief figured it was just nerves. There were a lot of guards here, so it was a possiblity there were more inside. A thin-bladed dagger slid between two windows on the first floor. Slowly and carefully fishing for the locking mechanism to keep them from-
23:27:28 [Markis] being opened from the outside. Usually. It took a few seconds of patience, but eventually the latch sprung, and the dagger was removed slowly. No use being in a hurry. He waited for any sort of reaction from inside, before pulling himself onto the sill and into the room. Expensive floors and high ceilings. That's what it sounded like. Felt like. It smelled like fancy silks and expensive woods. Markis closed the windows slowly and stood, getting a better feel for the place. An empty room, perhaps a bedroom or drawing room. But in any case, it didn't seem like any action was going on here. But he still couldn't help but feel watched. Like no matter what door he was behind, there would always be someone there.
23:54:40 Viktor` 's servant Eamon had already departed from the upper floors after leaving his dimwitted guards to their own devices, and to Beckett. He had briefly encountered Viktor and been informed that the man in question intended to either visit their intruder after the first council meeting, or on the morrow. Ever vigilant, he walked through the manor. His post. His station. This was his battlefield and all the other servants were insignificant soldiers, there to do his bidding. He paused at a sound. The tiniest sound, chiming. Something against a window? Crystal against crystal? A lock clicking? Everything in the manor was like clockwork thanks to Eamon and when something went wrong. . .He let out a haughty sigh, certain that one of the maids had entered what was actually a sitting room with intentions of drinking some of the master's personal bloodwine, and resting when there were duties to tend to. With the airs of a King, he stormed into the room expecting to see a disobediant woman in immaculate uniform. -
23:54:54 [Viktor`] - uniform. Instead, he found a young man. "Stop that at-." What? "Cease, intruder!" Roared Eamon, his loud voice certainly alerting whatever footmen were nearby and drawing them to the scene whilst he blocked the door with his body and looked most warily at the other two closed doors from the room. Wait? The blank.. Eamon frowned. Was this thief truly blind? Hopefully there would not be a chase, given that he didn't want to upset any of Viktors personal items or furniture, nor did he want to put a tear or crease in his smart uniform. "Halt!" he boomed, before storming forth toward Markis, whilst footmen approached from the door he had come from. Four of them, in fact.
00:03:51 Luz sat quietly in the chair Jonah had set her in a while earlier. Her knees and feet were pressed together under the drapes of soft lace and fine silks that were the skirts of her evening gown. Blind blue eyes stared out across the quiet little nook she had been left in, listening to the music pouring in through an open doorway. It did sound lovely, listening to the sweet melody flowing through the air. Luz’s fingers moved along with a few of the notes, playing an invisible cello up her left thigh. The girl was extremely talented when it came to music. Even before her rebirth she had been playing pieces from Mozart by ear; quiet in tune, she was. Closing her eyes and exhaling slowly her fingers would eventually come to a stop with the music, playing the last note with a hint of vibrato. This was how Luz would entertain herself---not being one with the skills of being social. Quite odd for a vampire to lack in such a department. Alas, she wasn’t like most children of the night.--
00:03:56 Luz Pulling her playing hand away from her thigh and reaching up to brush a ringlet away from her cheek Luz sank back in her chair. Her peace however was suddenly pulled to a pause when the booming ’halt’ echoed through the area. Straightening her posture and peeking over towards the direction of origin she appeared to check the situation out--seeing nothing--nothing at all. Luz was left to wonder what on Earth was happening. Was it no longer safe here? No, that couldn’t be. Bracing her weight on the arms of her chair Luz pushed herself up to stand. Blindly she reached out, padding at the air for something---anything at all that she may use as guidance without knocking anything over!
00:03:59 Markis creeped around the room slowly, a ahnd out in front of him to be sure not to hit anything, but also sure to get a better feel of the room. When he heard the sound of people in the hall, he backtracked to the windows. And by the time he could feel the footsteps outside the door, he was already ready to open the windows and get out. Hell, he'd rather his life than a few trinkets from some aristocrats. When the man entered the room, Markis instinctively grabbed his dagger and held it at his side, ready to swing if anyone got close. Intruder? Markis smirked. But frowned quickly when the guards heeded the man's call, they closed in quickly and before Markis could hop out of the window, he was slammed to the wall near by. The dagger clattered onto the floor and Markis' hands were more busy trying to keep the man from choking him with his weapon as he pinned him to the wall. Shit, shit shit. Was about all he could think. This was bad. Worse than bad. There was something entirely wrong about these people. They didn't smell, or feel like the normal people he knew. And whether r not all of them were vampires didn't matter. Markis undeniably felt that Viktor was not as human as he may have sounded.
00:14:43 Viktor` had headed for the room near the ballroom that he had spied Luz in. On her own. His stride was confident and swift, as to avoid all those who tried to deter him on his way. It was when he left the ballroom and passed through the hall that the loud waves of music and chattering were mere hums and so he was most able to hear Eamon's loud calls. The man did not register shock or surprise but merely strode forth, into the room, fixing his body as to stand in front of Luz. Eamon himself was armed and so pulled a finely crafted knife from a hidden keepsake at his belt, whilst the three footmen surrounding did the same. Eamon drew around as quietly as he could, certain now that the assailant was as blind as a bat. He shot a look to his master, an apologetic one, before plucking a the least expensive item he could possibly grab. A small crystal vase, which he threw away from Markis, aiming it for behind him and close to the window. The attempt was an illusion to get him away from the window and thus, his only -
00:15:03 [Viktor`] -chance of escape. Already the footmen had blocked off all the doors, their knives held out in front of them as to attack the other, should he advance. Viktor, as if nothing was the matter at all, plucked up Luz' small hand, and led her past Eamon to the door, and out of the room. Once outside he spoke in as light a tone as he could, "Would Mademoiselle Luz honor me with a dance?" He blinked, before adding. "I trust you do not recognize my voice, I am Viktor.." He refrained from adding 'your host' it was most assured that she would know who he was. He radiated authority.
00:38:04 Luz thought at first the footsteps nearing her presence were those of Jonah. However, that thought flew through the air as fast as that vase had when Viktor grasped onto her dainty little hand. Although she couldn’t see people, she could recognize a person through their voice, smell, and even touch. This was most defiantly not Jonah’s hand. For a moment she almost pulled her hand free simply due to uncertainty. Who was this man? Walking with the stranger Luz tipped her head to one side, inhaling a false breath of air merely to take in the gentleman’s scent. Still nothing familiar unfolded within the deep caverns of her mind. Listening to the man’s voice Luz meekly smiled and nodded her head in his direction. “I fear my feet have become a little rusty.” she whispered, yet never denied Viktor a dance. His name did ring a bell in her mind, knowing full well this was his home she now stood in. “Please do take me for a spin across the dance floor. I shall try to keep up.” Luz said ---
00:38:16 Luz lightly, curling the tip of her tongue up to dabble lightly at the tip of a fang. Of all the blood floating around the manor this evening she could almost taste the fresh body---who was around here somewhere. Closing her blind eyes and trying to focus her mind on the music she allowed her head to sway from side to side with the beat whilst humming a harmonic to the melody. It had been a long while since Luz heard live music echoing through a room. It was pleasant, to say the least. It brought her back home, where the fires were warm and the memories ran deep.
00:59:27 [Viktor`] given that she could not see his appearance, let it be said that what she would come to reconize simply as him was the musky peppermint smell that lingered on his body and clothes. His hands weren't terribly soft as most gentlemen's were and yet, was not as hardened and calloussed as a mere workmans. His size and presence was an average, bordering on tall height; he was the same size as most of the men here, if not larger. His voice was authoritive and contradicting. It was smooth, yet husky and raspy on occasion. His voice told tales of a once French accent but was dominated by his century of life in England. His hand was large and indeed dwarfed hers, but he held her as gently as a giant might cradle an egg. Afraid he might break it, untrusting of his own hands. Nevermind that though, for now he was leading her off back into the warm crush of the Ballroom, to safety. He was confident that his servants had taken care of the assailant. In fact, if Viktor had bothered to take one look back over his-
00:59:34 [Viktor`] - shoulder, he would see the unconcious figure being whisked away by footmen; unseen by the guests, whilst the third whisked up the mess of the vase, and Eamon? Eamon was being Eamon, overseeing everything and making sure nothing went wrong. Viktor instead, was already leading his newest dance partner to the floor. He smiled down at her. "Rusty? They look perfect, to me, madame." It wasn't as though he could see them beneath her gown but then again, it wasn't as though she had seen her feet before, either. A strong hand reached forth, taking the one from the crook of his elbow and placing it on one of his broad shoulders. Her other hand was clutched in his own whilst his free hand went instantly to her waist, ready to guide her along. As if the musicians had simply been waiting for them though, while diligent they in fact hadn't, a new song began. A slow waltz and so, he took the first steps of the slow gait, leading her along. She was easy to maneover given how light on her feet she was, a dainty presence. -
00:59:55 [Viktor`] Even more so than little Juniper. A warm smile found his usually frowning lips. A shame, especially given that such smiles were a rarity and the very person it had been for, was incapable of seeing it. "You dance well. I trust you are enjoying the festives?" His voice had lowered an octave or two, giving a sense of intimacy. Words were breathy, barely exceeding a whisper and yet, they werent said inappropriately.
01:38:29 Luz allowed her lips to coil up in a gracious smile, eyes parting half way to gaze out unseeingly at her dance partner. One hand was lead up to grip his shoulder whilst the other remained in his own before she was swept off with the beat. Oh, how sad it was little Luz couldn’t see that smile cast her way. However, her smile almost returned his as if she could and had. “You are too kind.” Luz would say softly, keeping in time as best she could; of course, Luz had perfect time and a grand lead to boot. “I have been. It would seem to me as though you put many hours behind tonight’s events.” she said, feeling the air about her dress sweeping it around her ankles. As of now her previous escort had been placed behind the current sweep of thoughts raining down in her head. The music, the dance, and Viktor’s voice. It held an allure to it---one that was no doubt beautiful. A voice told so much about a person---no visuals needed to know their true beauty. ---
01:38:43 Luz The word of tongue and presentation were more than the sight of one’s lips pressing each syllable free from the mouth. Luz might have asked where Viktor spared his time to piece together such an event as this. Alas, her voice was as silent as the smile gracing her lips. Such a quiet creature for one who should be a master of charisma. Luz was different; very different, and not just in appearance. There was more behind this innocent beam of starlight. So much more.
01:48:53 Viktor` admired her grace and timing, it was amazing how well one could dance without the aid of their eyes, no? Then again, she could have eternity to practise. He chuckled a little. The events? He'd barely had a say! Between Eamon, Adaloura and Juniper, all the festive organiziation including food, drink and decoration had been done for him. No, the Master of the house had only overseen their planning, and himself? He had gotten the invitations written out, and organized the council meetings; the important parts. The Masquerade, Ball's, feasts and hunts were mere covers for the real events that were to take place. "Ah. The credit lies not with me, dear." The man had been leading her around with out a care and before he knew it, the song had ceased playing. Where had the time gone? It would seem he had only just been graced with this little treasure and- Nevermind that. "Another dance, then?" The question was put to her softly, almost hopeful. There was but a pause between songs and in that time, a -
01:50:39 [Viktor`] - a servant had discretely slipped up behind Viktor and uttered hushed words in his ear. Ever stoic, the regal man gave no outward reaction. Instead he nodded and noted, "Yes. That would be best." Before turning back to Luz. She was sweet and innocent. It was ridiculous how she had managed to capture him in such little time. Perhaps it was her innocence? Or the fact she had to trust him completely, for she had no sight and it was his arms that lead her along. Would she grant him one more circle about the floor?

-Unfinished-

19:17:45 Luz moved her feet lightly across the dance floor, feeling herself start to fall into the sweet melody lacing the air around them. The eyes meant nothing when your movement corresponded to touch and sound. Luz leaned into each of the steps, allowing herself to be carried around the room in time with the music. Eventually the song started to come to an end. All the chords started to diminish and she pulled a gentle smile across the innocent features of her face. Her snowy braid hand found its way over her left shoulder, the tail dropping down her front like added decoration to the subtle elegance of her bare-shouldered dress. The flashiest part about it had to have been the train, and it was lost behind the frame of her body, curled on the floor where most wouldn’t care to look. Taking that last step leading off on the last note she pulled back from him, dipping down into a formal curtsy. However, her chin wouldn’t have allowed her head to bow forward more----
19:18:08 Luz than an inch---Being blind meant she didn’t know what was in front of her nose; she could recall some quite embarrassing blunders in her time that she wished never to repeat. Luz didn’t have to think twice about an answer to the question dear Viktor had asked of her. Another dance would indeed have made Luz’s heart go wild if it were capable of a single pulse. Her romantic organ was as dead as her eyes. Yet, it hadn’t killed passion in its passing. It had only amplified it to something more perfect and pure. Rising up from her respectful position she would gently nod her head, closing her eyes whilst smiling wider in his direction. Her lips parted to speak---yet, she paused long enough for the man to finish his business with the unseen servant. “But of course.” Luz would say when her turn to speak was presented. She was curious as to what business went on behind the scenes, but knew it wasn’t business of her own. -
19:18:29 Luz There wouldn’t be any other reason for the conversation to be so discreet, would there? Not in her mind. So, for now she suppressed her curiosity behind the generous glow radiating off her ghostly form.
19:36:39 -Viktor- 's face held a ghost of a smile for but a few moments. His hands took up their places, leading her own to their rightful places. The music began; the last song of the evening. It was another slow waltz, the fine melody carrying about the already emptying room. He saw none of this though, instead simply entranced by his partner. "There is some most unfortunate unfortunate business to tend to.. madame." He paused to allow his words to sink in. He drew her body a little closer to his, body dipping so that he might whisper in her ear; it was none of the business of those surrounding. "Your guardian, Sir Cain has felt the need to leave following some...events." Viktor kept her pressed close to him as they took their turn around the ballroom, before he added in a husky whisper. "I would be most honored.. if you remained as a guest, despite this occurance.." The song was much shorter than the last, and came to a stop. A stern figure dropped into a graceful bow his partner would not see, before both his hands had -
19:36:50 [-Viktor-] - had taken up her own. "I will let you take the evening to decide, you will tell me your preference on the morrorw, yes?" Luz' tiny hands were brought up to his face, and he pressed a tender to kiss to the back of each of them. With that, and most certainly without giving her a chance to speak, he beckoned forth a maid by the name of Anita "Anita. I trust you will escort Luz to her chambers and see to her every need?" The maid curtsied and came forth to do just that whilst Viktor daringly whispered in the belle's ear. "Until tomorrow.." And then he turned and was gone, to see to the theif and their uninvited guest.


-Finished-