From behind his darkened glasses, Alexander, a nearly 400 centuries old being gazed around the ball room and grinned. He saw a mix of his own kind and, shameful as it seemed, cattle. Whether the ball seemed to be one great death trap for the walking, living blood containers, was a question of how eager the vampires were.

If a bloodbath were to occur Alexander would most likely seek to distance himself from the incident, people just didn`t go `missing` these days. Yet when he had been young and foolish, filled with the blood of fresh, young women of a nearby village such matters had appeared trivial.

Yet the world and time had shaped him out to a more considerate, conservative being, that only wished to see his kind prosper as the humans remained their forever obedient food. Quietly he sighed and gazed down at the shot of whiskey whirling in a glass, that he held. He consumed the rest of the icky liquid and placed the glass aside on a small table aside from the main floor.

He gazed around wondering whether he should be the first, if not second, seeking to lure a mortal to a more private area in order to rob them of some of their precious life-liquid.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Antoine wondered vaguely how it could've been amusing to watch your mother suffer like that... But perhaps she had just said some funny things in her hysteria. That was probably it, he thought as he observed the face of his escort. He couldn't see Scarlet, masked and mysterious though he was, taking pleasure in someone else's suffering...

"Alright," he agreed with a nod, when Scarlet brought up meeting this... Jocelyn girl.

So he was already meeting the family? Antoine smiled at the thought, but didn't voice his joke, because that might not've been the most proper thing for him to do. "I look forward to meeting her."

He presumed that she was just on the other side of this door.

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(Okay here's my biography)
Name: Jenya Darslanik
Gender: Female
True Age : 448
From which century: 15th Century
Age when bitten : 20
Apperance :
Bio : Jenya was born during the reign of Vlad III in Wallachia. Her family was close to the Prince and very loyal to him, despite his insane ravings. She herself was offered as a concubine to the Prince but unfortunately a vampire, not Vlad, got to her before the Prince's soldiers did. He knew his chances of escaping and decided to bite her. She was instantly exiled by Vlad. She was adopted for a while by another vampire who took pity on her but she left him to avenge herself on Vlad, killing him. Since then, she's always been wandering.
Anything else worth mentioning : She's very hedonistic and manipulative
Pic : http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c77/FrostLord20/ae9c0f36.jpg

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I was cured all right.

"Cloud," Aaron replied to her question, coming up with it on the spot. He figured it fit him. In more ways than one. Though tonight he didn't plan on finding a significant other. A spouse or even girlfriend would weigh down on his profession of a traveling artist. And from the smirk from the Swan, it seemed to him that she felt the same way. That was good, they could dance tonight, and then never see each other again for all he cared.

In a fluid movement he spun her out, holding on to one hand, and then waited for her to come back in to place his hand back on her hip to go back to twirling around the floor...

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Rose sighed as she stood and watched. Already she had identified three beings as the undead. One major way was the skin. They had the palest skin as anyone else in the room. And they even moved with more grace than the two notable dancers on the floor. She smirked inwardly as a man came up to her, asking for a dance. She declined.
"Why Miss..." he started, trailing off in a way of asking for her name.
"Crymson Moon. And because I can't dance. Two left feet and all," she said plainly, with a smile that said to leave her alone. She could dance, though very little, but the motions would distract her mind from the more important things. Though she might have been more obligued to accept if he was undead.

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Donovan watched from his perch with more interest now than ever. All the innocent and unsuspecting blood carriers that danced happily in their bubbles bellow. With bored movements he slowely walked down the long steps, hand skimming the rail. To him humans were weak, adolecent, and evil in their own way. Fighting each other for the silliest things.

One woman caught his eye. A woman who danced but seemed uninterested in anything. Almost cold. As cold as his own heart. He glided over to her and her partner.
"May I have a dance with this woman here?" he asked. The Black Knight glared at him for a second, but looking at Don's black eyes, reluctantly let go of the woman, and stalked off.

"Madmuasell?" Don asked, looking keenly at her. Right now he wasn't sure why he didn't lure her off then and there. So he decided he would... just after one dance...

(ack... not so good... wrote it in a hurry...)

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Katarina looked at Don in surprise. She had been planning to escape after her encounter with the Black Knight-finding it more exhausting to put up a facade then to stand in the corner and watch. As he greeted her, she studied Don for a brief moment. He was handsome enough by any standards, dressed in his blue suit. Yet she had learned the hard way that someone could look well, act well and still betray you. "Monsieur." she replied politely with a curtsey.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Don gave a charming half smile, as he possisioned himself to dance with this woman. Though he saw a reluctance in her eyes.

"May I know your name, madmuasell?" he asked, aware of her warm skin in his hands. Through that touch he could feel the blood pulsing in her veins. It made his mouth water with anticipation of drinking her life-blood.

"I am Midnight," the words were rick, and almost heavy on the ears around them. Yet unsullied by emotion...

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

[[sorry for the wait...]]
The mask was chosen for the sole purpose to hide his face, just like it was for everyone else, but one terrible thing about Derrick, at least this is what he thought of himself, was that he gave himself away too easily. It had been part of the reason why he had been surprised when Jocelyn had not seen her fate so clearly, his face always gave his most heated desires away, and at the moment it was to be close to his Skye and to learn what he needed about him. It also gave away what he was... a sadomaschosistic vampire who enjoyed pain, either seeing others in pain or feeling it himself.

"She will feel the same about you..." He practically purred out, because he knew Jocelyn would hate him for this... hate him for dangling Skye in front of her... it was his joy to see Jocelyn squirm, to know that she was under his control no matter how much she resisted. At this simple thought his lips upturned in a grin as he reached for the door knob and pushed open.

As the grand door opened, it revealed a bedroom even more lavish than the hallways. Everything was draped in gold and deep red silks and velvets. The four poster bed took up quite a lot of the room which was shocking seeing as Jocelyn did not sleep there, she slept in her coffin that rested beneath the bed, but for ceremonial purposes and the need to be conspicious beds where placed above said coffins.

Jocelyn was resting against the marble balcony, her back to the door, ebony hair tumbled over her bare back. She knew that she had guests, but she did not turn to acknowledge them, instead she said in a sensous husk that was her voice. "Who have we broughten dearest Derrick?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she spoke the word dearest.

"For the night, his name is Skye..."

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"Cloud, how whimsical, and if I may say, fits you perfectly" Evelyn did not know Cloud, but something about him seemed familiar, maybe he was like some men she dreamed of, or someone she had seen in the streets as she danced... whatever it was she felt comfortable around Cloud and did not need to put on a show, which was nice for a change.

What was more that she was pretty sure they had a silent understanding with one another, she did not want to find a man to spend her life with, and Cloud did not need a woman. It was nice to know that she didn't have to fight him off of her as they danced, for once she could just dance with a partner...

"Have I mentioned how well you dance?" She spoke when she spun back into his arms, arms going around his neck while she continued to move with the music, even as it changed, her body easily adjusting to the new sounds.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Aaron had to raise an eyebrow at her remark about his dancing. He was alright, but nothing compaired to her.
"No, you haven't. Thank you. Though my dancing is nothing compaired to yours. Are you a proffesional dancer?" He asked, as they twirled around the floor to the music. When it changed, for a second Aaron hesitated. But after a moment, he caught the beat again, and was moving as smoothly as before. Tonight he was almost supprising himself. Maybe it was the skin and confidence of the Swan whom he danced with that helped keep him going...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

"Ah, you ask me a question that on any other night would be easy to answer... but tonight, would I not give myself away if I tell you what I do?" She spoke with a playful air to her voice as they moved along the dance floor, moving together as if they had been doing this for years.

She had caught the Cloud's hesitation, but had simply took the lead for a moment and brought them back into the moment, which Cloud picked up on easily. "But I suppose I can give myself away a bit tonight... yes, you could say that I am..." She smiled brightly, eyes glittering beneath the mask.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

"I see. It gives nothing away to me. I know no one in this town, because I travel. I am into the arts as well, only a different kind," Aaron said casually, but now understanding how she was such a good dancer. And it was obviouse she was more into her passion than romance. In that case, they had some understanding.

"That doesn't give too much away, does it? I bet plenty of people come and go in this charming town," the words had a note of humor in it at first, and ending in a more casual tone...

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

((I have no idea of what to do at the moment.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

"Well then, I shall keep that in mind that my history here will be a mystery still to you..." She smirked, it was getting even better, not only was this man not like the others, he was from out of town, a complete stranger to her. Evelyn loved strangers.... she loved a good mystery!

"A different kind of art, now you have me curious cloud? Or shall you be like your name and hide the sun from me?" A charming question indeed. Shaking her head she spun once more from his arms before returning into them. "No, it gives nothing away truly...and Yes, people come in and out of this town often, it isn't that large so it is more of a passing place.."

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

[['Tis okay! Sorry for the wait on my end, too. I was watching the Olympics. Michael Phelps is very distracting.]]

Antoine smiled, happy that Jocelyn would be happy with meeting him as well! That would make it... slightly less socially awkward, hopefully. Perhaps they would get along alright.

He followed Scarlet into the room, and his breath caught a bit in his throat when his eyes caught sight of the girl across the room. Sure, her back was turned, but even then he could tell that she must be very beautiful. Of course, he couldn't be sure about her face, but from the way her skin had that ethereal glow, the dark-headed man thought it was safe to assume that the face would be just as beautiful.

Antoine was confused, as can be expected, when she spoke, and he heard the evident sarcasm. So she wasn't excited about meeting him? He sent a worried look towards Scarlet, who had just introduced him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselle," he said, attempting to sound formal.

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[[haha, yea he is]]
This was exactly what he wanted, he could feel the tension rolling off Joccie's shoulders, contained beneath that tight bodice of crimson and black. "Come now my love, why are you acting like this... we have a guess that I would like you to meet. When did you become so insociable?" He spoke, his voice had now taken one of a certain joy that one gets when they know they are playing games with another. He knew exactly what he was doing...

Moving away from Skye he walked over to Jocelyn and let his hand run up along her back, into those dark luscious strands of ebony tresses and pushing them over her neck, baring the smooth silken skin to his view, his eyes narrowing upon two pinpoint marks in her neck... they were unnoticeable by anyone that did not know they were there. "Please my child..." He whispered the last part a bit harshly to her, reminding her that she was his fledging and would do as he said.

Jocelyn's whole body tensed at the first touch, but she breathed and relaxed and just stood there, ignoring Derrick. She would not fall for his tender touches and charming words, she knew they were all a facade anyway. Then he had to go and say something like that to her. Hissing out she turned her face so she was staring right at Derrick. "You are a coward!" She bit out before pushing away from Derrick slightly and making her way towards Skye.

Skye would now see her in all her glory, well almost... part of her face hidden beneath the mask that she wore. Though now he could see her angelic and ethereal features, framed with dark hair. Her ever changing orbs of brown and red staring out at him with a soft, almost saddened expression. Straight nose that stopped above full lips that were strikingly red against her pale pale skin, cheeks dimpling slightly as she smirked.

"Call me Lily, the Lily among the thorns..." She spoke quite simply, though her words were laced with some many things that would take much to long to explain in one moment.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

"A pleasure Midnight," Katarina said with the same forced politeness as she gave him a coy smile. "I am Rose." she told him. "Shall we?" she asked him with a slight smile.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Uninterested, bored out of his mind, Alexander decided that it`d be best he retired from the dance floor and it`s outskirts to the other parts of the house. He was particularly keen to search the library for his own amusement, wondering what kind of arts of literature the owner might appriciate. However fairly too often, and much to his dismay, a bible crossed his way as an eerie reminder of what he had once been.

A fanatic, a priest and a fool.

God had not graced him with his, or it`s, presence for over three-hundred years and he hardly saw no need for it now. Were it up to Alexander, he would have every forsaken copy of that scripture burned in a sea of fire, but alas it was a vague hope, that man would turn their backs on Christianity. They were so befuddled within their own faith and words, that they never stopped to think the true meaning of the words nor the message. No, of course not, after all the crusades had been a splendid display of the humans idiocy and cruelty. Like lambs to the slaughter, kings and peasants alike set out for the holy land, all orchestrated by the pope at first.

Yet then again in the end the crusades did not seem like anything more than an excuse to strike down the `infidel`, who most surprisingly were actually far more superior to the Europeans of that time, in some sense. Marching across the hallways Alexander gazed around the walls, the various painting hanging and could not, but help wonder whether every single person was actually human.

He had not known a vampire, who would have painted nor done great works of art, not personally in the least. A shame, but at least he might find some amusement within this awful boring manor in the form of a book, a fellow vampire or a human.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!