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Raoul followed his companion's struggle with the bottle with a raised eyebrow and slowly reached for the bottle, pouring for both of them before replying his question, "Well you can put it that way," He spared a half glance toward the Cruznik and swiftly turned back with a slight frown, wondering why he was still concerned about her. Soon enough her aficionado would be dispatched and Cruznik or now, he seriously doubted she could stand up to the combined assault of every immortal in the room once word got out of her nature.

Still he couldn't forget the expression on her face and as his eyes drifted up to Poinsettia's blue orbs, Raoul found himself wondering, what if those tears filled the boy's cerulean orbs instead. It was a frightening thought and he blinked it away, focusing all of his attention on his companion instead. "So Poinsettia, is there anything about yourself you deem me worthy of knowing?" And I'm sure there is at least one question put in your mind about me, he added silently.

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Namine rose from her place. Many of the guests had begun to look at her wondering what was wrong. Some had tried to assist her but she warned them to stay away. Her heart had received something close to a deathblow and she was unsure if she could recover. Namine stumbled to a pillar leaning against it. Her heart felt like it were hardening within her. She remembered his expression as he uttered those hurtful words. Victor intended to kill her. The man she shared her fears, vulnerability, and self with told her the next time they met he would kill her.

Victor. Victor ..There must be some mistake. Your eyes, your touch, our coupling told me different. What has caused you to change so towards me? What has driven you to utter such cruelty knowing how it would make me suffer?

It was his plan Namine. Did you think he could love you? Love an abomination? You are in limbo hated by both humans and vampires. Those that are loyal to you are only that way because they fear you. Has anyone cared for you? Has anyone loved you? No Namine, you’re an abhorrence to the world. Only your parents loved you because you were the seed from their loins. Mama..papa how I wish I had joined you in the afterlife on that fated night. Namine thought briefly of her friend Ayla and thought that maybe she too would tell her she was a monster. She had no one at this moment and she couldn’t turn to Ayla.

Victor where are you? She thought about the alcove. Had he returned to that sanctuary where they knew each other? She was filled with grief but below the surface bubbled her anger. Anger at the hurt he caused within her and anger at herself for being so naïve.

Namine headed up to the alcove hoping to find him there. She hoped that he would tell her everything was false. That the moment they had shared not long ago were real. She didn't want the emotions she felt for him to be a lie. She didn't want the memory of his embrace to cause hate within her. She moved quickly keeping her head low. She did not want any others to see her in this weakened state. To see tears flow from a being such as her. The laughter that rang in her ears caused her chagrin. Suddenly she hated the merry sound. She hated to see the lovers in their happiness embracing each other.

She neared the alcove and rushed in expecting Victor to be waiting. Instead she found the remains of many vampires. Upon closer inspection she noted they were of her clan. No! Victor what have you done? Why have you slain these kin of mine. Namine dropped to the floor touching the withered body of one and watching as he turned to dust in her hands. "Damn you Victor..I rue this day of our meeting!" Her tears poured forth more freely knowing there was no turning back. He was going to attempt to kill her and she would fight back.

He had the nerve to come in here after all he had done and speak to her of betrayal. He did not know what betrayal was. Victor did not know how he had wounded her. Her soul seemed to be fighting within her..fighting with the woman she had become..fighting to turn into the monster she was meant to be. She had lost control when he pointed his weapon at her.
So it has come to this, she thought. He caused something within her to snap and as her eyes flashed red she sent an energy shockwave in his direction. All her hatred and pain concentrated with her power. It had sent him flying..to where she knew not.

Namine let out a piercing scream that would cause anyone's blood to curdle. It sounded like a roar from a wounded animal. The music stopped and everyone looked around afraid to find out where the scream originated from but at the same time curious as to what caused it. After much debate it was assumed to be a ploy of the secret host to try and scare the guests. Soon the music began and the din rose all around her. Namine rose from her position disoriented and consumed with anger. She looked down upon the ballroom her eyes still suffused with that same red. The music could not reach her..the laughter meant nothing and her experiences were being locked away withing her. Pain and suffering is the way of the world, she thought. "I have strived..I have been more than kind with both races...If I am a monster then let me act as one. I Namine De L' Cor, a kruznik, will show them what true fear is." Someone entered the room and she did not bother to look.

"What has happened here are you ok?"

Namine turned fully and gazed upon the uninvited guest with her red eyes. Big mistake, she thought. He would be another victim on this longest of nights. She was upon him in a second..her fangs sinking deep into his flesh as she began to suck him dry.

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Namine held the man as she would something precious her arms locked tight around him. She could feel his heart struggle to pump blood but it would soon lose the battle.

"Namine my darling dear. What are you doing? This is not like you. Do not give in to the darkness within you."

"That is right love. Your mother and I did not raise you in the darkness and hatred we experienced. Do not succumb... fight!"

Namine released the man and laughed hysterically. "Im going crazy!" How could she possibly explain what her eyes beheld. A visage of her loving parents disappointed in what they were seeing.

"My love dont stop..." said the man a ragged breath leaving his body. "Dont let the pleasure end..take..me in your arms." Namine had mesmerized him to the point where he thought they were lovers. She had turned his pain into pleasure easing the shock he would have felt if he knew the truth.

Her mother's image moved closer. Darling dear if you stop now he will live. Do you honestly want his blood on your hands?

Namine stepped back tripping over one of the bodies. She really was going insane. "No! You are both dead! I have felt too much suffering too much pain. If I cannot be happy! If I cannot have love! Then others will suffer with me!"

The image of her father drew near. "My Nami..we know your pain. We can feel it and we've been watching. Do not let this take from you all that you have strived for. Do not let it take from you who you are. Grab onto that pain and lock it away with your other memories. Remember Nami how you felt when you lost us. Do you want that grief and the grief you are experiencing now to be felt by others? I dont believe so Nami..

Both her parents reached out to touch her and she recalled how her father called her his little Nami. She could swear she felt their warm embrace. She blinked and just like that they were gone. Mama..papa..your Nami dear understands..and I will try not to lose myself. Namine's red eyes dimmed till they were back to their emerald color. Rising she lifted herself into the air and spun causing a whirlwind. With this she turned the remains of her clansmen to dust and scattered it around till it couldnt be seen. The man she had fed on was in a stupor and thanks to the intervention his life had been spared. Namine landed once more. She scooped him in her arms and transferred him to the couch. Mesmerizing him once more she changed the image of her in his mind leading him to believe he had a tryst with an unknown blonde and blue eyed beauty. "Im sorry" she whispered tears falling silently from her face. Namine could not face anyone in the ball in her attire. Her face and regalia were already known.

Namine stripped the man down taking his clothes. She must have been the luckiest woman on earth for he wasnt a big brute but a bit more delicate of body. His clothes would fit..not perfectly as she was much smaller but she could conceal that with his cloak. She unhooked her dress letting it drop to the floor. She then removed her crown and mask discarding those as well. Lastly came her shoes. All Namine was left with was her silken slip.

First she put on the tights they fit perfectly on her frame. Namine then tore some material from the slip and bandaged her bosom tightly. She slipped on the white silk shirt tucking the ends into the tights and then on her waist tied the green sash that would hide the waistband. She put on his green and gold vest and lastly replaced her mask with his. The mask was quite simple the color of gold with green jems speckled in different areas. It covered all of her face leaving only her eyes exposed and a small opening to breath from in the nose and lip area.

Namine looked in the mirror making sure nothing was amiss. Her hair she had tied up before applying the mask. She looked like a young man but something was not right. She looked into her own emerald eyes. Someone would definetely recognize her if her eyes were uncovered. Namine looked around for something she could use. Spotting his cloak she picked it up and donned it placing the hood above her head. No one would be able to see her eyes now..not unless she let them. The last thing she put on were the mans boots. They ended just above her knees.

Looking in the mirror once more Namine admired the result. She was dressed as a gallant young man donning gold and green. The clothes fit almost as well as they fit the man she placed on the couch. Gathering her things Namine created an illusion so that all human eyes disregarded her. Exiting the room she moved at full speed and jumped from the balcony to the outside. Namine pocketed the precious mementos she held in her previous garment, stuffing them into pockets in the vest. She then hid her clothes behind and underneath some brush. Namine moved towards the hall and once more entered the ballroom where the festivities continued in full. She looked up at the alcove. Whoever you are..Im sorry...consider your clothes payment for sparing your life. Before she left she had made sure to change his memory to suit her needs. She didnt want him recalling her or the fact that these were his clothes. The last test was upon her. Now she had to act masculine. The boots were larger on her feet making it slightly difficult but even so she accomplished the feat. Namine was back at the ball disguised as a youth....

Victor awoke with a searing headache as he stood up shakily.
What had just happened?
He was about to end everything with Namine right there and then she...
Sent him here.
"Where is here... supposedly..." he said aloud, his voice echoing infinitely.
He looked around, walls as high as the eye could perceive and nothing could be seen beyond the corners of each of the turns. The walls were pure glass though, Victor noticed.
He glanced at his own reflection, inspecting himself, noticing that the broken rib from earlier was strangely missing. He reached the area of where it had been inflicted and felt nothing, no pain or anything.
He straightened his hat and took a few steps around the corner, revealing another set of twists and turns, proving that indeed this was a labyrinth of some kind.
Victor grinned as he took his pistol out and fired a bullet at the glass wall, only to have his expression change to one of pure shock when the bullet just stopped the moment it reached the surface and dropped to the ground.
"What is this trickery... Namine... where did you throw me?"
An image of Namine appeared in the mirror, appearing just as she had before, sad eyes and a forlorn expression.
"Namine! What is this!?"
A moment later she was gone, leaving his reflection in the mirror once again.
The vampire slayer sighed heavily, his shoulders heaving in response.
He holstered his pistol and began walking.
I'll find my way out of here Namine... mark my words. One way or another.

Alexander felt vampiric eyes upon him. His head snapped into the other vampire's direction, staring him in the eyes, and reading his thoughts. He then relayed a telepathic message to the young vampire. Good evening. You know something of a hunter and a kruznik, correct? Alexander caused his eyes to glow softly, eliminating any negative tension from the young vampire, and causing him to feel completely relaxed. I have made it my duty to seek and destroy the kruzniks... and hunters are just entertaining to kill. Thus, I would appreciate any form of help... and I promise your little lover will not come to harm. As Lord Alexander Delacroix of the Vampiric Order, you have my word. With a statement like that, he knew the young vampire would nor dare keep any important information away from him.