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"...depends...what do I have to trust you on?" asked Poinsettia, his eyes turned to look into Raoul,

'I've alway's hated the moon because I knew there would be a time of total darkness in my life. A time where I would close my eyes and not see such a lovely light. I despise the day that happens. God is cruel.'

Poinsettia took a step back, he wondered what Raoul was planning. The unknown made him slightly frightened.

Ayla was slumped back in a chair to the side of a pillar, frowning. She had heard her name earlier, Had she not? It seemed as if she did, Over the crowing of women's laughter, and the boom of the orchestra, she heard her name being called. Rising to her feet in the least elegant way possible, she moved herself through the crowds of people to the otherside of the floor, looking for the particular face of Namine, or anyone else worth talking to. She spotted her beside a pillar, Wine glass in hand, and she seemed to be enjoying it. The music, Not the wine. Ayla hadn't seen Namine take a sip in the time she'd laid her eyes on her. She walked over slowly and stood beside her. "Namine." She said light-heartedly. Indeed, She had found her friend, and Indeed, She had not left the party to get away from Ayla. Perhaps it was the Male she had taken a fancy to. The one she found it hard to speak of. She mentally grinned for her smarts. Being able to put things together was one of her fortes, Though, She didn't always get it spot on. By 'always', she obviously meant never.

She turned her head to glance at Namine's, It seemed she was in a good mood, But it was hard to tell, with the expression that was plastered on her face, and even harder with that fake skin she wore over her eyes. The only thing that made an effect of her appearance was the piercing green eyes. The eyes that could tear you to shreds with one glance, Or mend your heart from years of pain with any sort of pristine look. She shook her head and glanced back to the dance floor. There, The over-dressed woman. Apparently, she had been forced to get some poor fellow off the dance floor. She shook her head. After she had given it her all to get out of the woman's line of sight so she wasn't asked to dance by her, She kind of felt sorry for her. Ayla was getting soft. This was bad. Very bad. In her dictionary, At least.

Ayla snickered at the funny use of words. She laughed abit at Namine's current mood. It was unusually peppy for her, And that was saying quite alot. "Si. Y yo ti. Es como yo sabia a ti para todo mi viva. Es un muy especial coso....Aye...Me escape.. Aye... Que era.." Ayla rubbed her temples and bit her lower lip. "Que era..." She was searching for a word. "Bueno. No te Precoupes con eso a ya." She smiled faintly. "You feel special to me. You like very long friend I know whole life." Her fractured English was still fractured, but behind it, she felt confident, Unlike she was when she first spoke up to Namine in English. She nodded in agreement. "Yes. It..Very pretty, The music I mean." She blinked as Namine gave her quick kisses on her cheeks, And she stood to her side, Arm still entwined together as close friends would. "Yes...That is what we do. Thank him for music." She said aloud, turning to her as she said the second half.

"Yes. And I you. It's like I knew you for my whole life. It's a very special thing.. Oh.. it escapes me...Oh..What was it.." "What was it.." "Ok. Don't bother with that now." (Translation)

She blinked once, and as a passing waiter passed with a tray full of wine glasses, She snatched one up and brought it to her lips. "Mm.." She mumbled out the sounds of her approval. It tasted of high-quality wine making. And this, To her, Seemed almost incredible. Never since she'd left the orchard or the Winery cellar in her father's estate had she tasted such fine wine, Practically bathed in the deep crimson-violet color of the liquid. She held it up to the light and looked at it, Smiling. The light that shown through dyed her face a brilliant red. As if she where bathed in blood, But Dry to the touch. She lowered the glass again and tightened the hook on Namine's arm. "Wine good. I know when wine is good. My father, You know, used to be Wine maker." She grinned a very cocky grin, then continued. "Best in Spain. Atleast, Mama and I say." She turned back to the Maestro again, Glancing only briefly to the clothes that Namine commented on. And she was right, Completely, And truely right. About it all.

The music had finally ended as Alexander slowly lowered his hands. The previous maestro had tears in his eyes from the wonderful piece that was just conducted. Alexander then turned to face the crowd of people and took a slight bow. He immediately left the podium in a wisp of smoke, regardless if the guests applauded him or not. He quickly made his way towards a relatively shaded area and waited until the crowd settled down. He could hear nearby guests exclaiming such things as "Who was that mysterious man?", "What was that lovely piece?", and "Was he some sort of magician?". Alexander had taken some delight in displaying his many talents, but then again, most anything was entertaining to humans.

Alsvid felt that this moment was perfect. "I haven't held someone in a loving embrace in half a century," he thought. He knew he loved the girl but he also knew there was no hope. He would live forever and she would age. He couldn't bear the thought of standing by and watching as she grew old, fell ill and eventually died. He knew his feelings for her would never change but too many he once loved grew to hate him for his eternal youth and health as they aged. He thought of all this as he stood there holding her, her head on his shoulder and her breath on his neck. He kissed her neck slowly and softly. "You are so beautiful," he whispered in her ear.

Another couple had come outside and Alsvid looked around. He saw them talking and looking into each other's. "Someone else has been fortunate enough to find what I have found," he thought. He began to grow sad as he thought about his future and Skyler's future. "Maybe it could work out if I tried," he thought. "I owe it to the both of us to see what the future holds rather than presume the worst." he moved back slightly and took both her hands in his own. They were warm while his were like ice. He kissed her quickly again. "What now?" he asked and again kissed her quickly.

"I would like to stand here holding you and kissing you for an eternity, but how about we return to the festivites?" The night was cold but he didn't care for himself but he knew that Skyler may want to get inside away from the cold night air. "Besides, I think it's their turn," he added with a smile looking at the other couple. He wanted this night to last forever, the kissing, the holding and the dancing, he wanted to be able to stare into her eyes until the end of days. "I would like another dance. Maybe afterwards we can find somewhere that offers a little more privacy than here." Yet again he was mesmerized by the red moon's reflection in Skyler's eyes. "Beautiful..." he repeated in a barely audible whisper.

Alexander immediately noticed a young girl approaching the area of his leave. Coincidently, it was the same girl he saw dancing before. He thought quickly and decided to remain seen, for if he simply melted into the shadows around him, the girl might cause a commotion. Thus, he decided to have a little bit of fun. Focusing his mind, Alexander further perfected his physical features. His hair become more luscious in color and volume. His eyes were made glossy and mystical like a crystal ball. His fair skin become incredibly smooth and emitted a soft glow. Any human girl would simply be unable to control herself with this visage, he thought. Therefore, if she is indeed able to resist, she may very well be a vampire... or worse... one of those kruzniks. Regardless, Alexander was prepared for anything, even the likes of some lesser vampiric creature.

Alexander bowed casually to the girl. "Good evening," he said in a voice as beautiful as the music he conducted. His pale blue eyes focused on hers, attempting to entrance her with his vampiric might. He was reading her thoughts, trying to obtain any evidence of her species. He awaited an answer from the girl as he continued to scan her very existance.