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Skyler wanted to dance at lest once, but her fear of being crowded kept her from even being in completely in front of the window. Plus she wasn't quite dressed for such a nice occation and she didn't have a mask. Which looked like she would need it for this dance. She looked away as she tried to push herself estem up to walk into the room. She walked away from the window and began to pace. She shoved her fears as far as she could and took a long pice of thin, black cloth and tied it over her eyes. It wasn't a mask but it walk have to work for now.

Skyler walk around the building and found the enterance to the room. Hesaten at first she stayed outside of the doorway. Come on just once... don't be scared. She said in her mind as she forced her self in to the room.

The room looked very well done and planed as she kept her self close to the walls. She watched the people as she tried to force her self in to the crowd with out much luck. Her heart was pounding enough just being around this many people. If she went any deeper they would surely hear her heart pounding way like a drum.

She thrust him against the wall, smothering him in a lustful kiss, her earthy breath sending chills down his spine, her hands worked in masterful motion, drawing sensations across his face. He had to give her credit, she knew the art of seduction very well, her very form seemed intertwined upon him.

However, Victor was a very seasoned vampire hunter and knew their tricks well. Despite how much he enjoyed the professional attention to his body, his right hand moved down to his belt, giving her the idea that he was still enslaved to her movements, while his fingers managed to find a flask of holy water he had strapped to the article of clothing. As her body pressed him back against the wall harder and he noted her head beginning to rear back, her fangs becoming more prominent.

Victor pushed her back slightly with his left hand, causing her to pause and regard him and smiled widely, showing a very toothy grin behind his unshaven face. With blinding speed he chucked the flask right at her, the glass shattering as it crashed against her, causing the divine liquid to splash all over her pale white skin.

The vampire screamed in agony, or rather began to, but a leather gloved hand snatched her by the neck and with strength that could only be described as unreal slammed her against the wall, sending hairline cracks against the surface. Her eyes were filled with terror, her flesh was burnt and scarred from the holy water, causing the air to reek with burning skin.
"You tricked me," she hissed, despite her obvious fear.
"I do that."
Her eyes flared red for a moment and she swung both of her hands, latching onto his arm and kicked outward from the wall, sending Victor flying across the room, onto the bed, crashing its supports and bringing it to the floor.
"Funny. I'll make you pay for what you did to my face."
"It's not your face...," he grunted as he stood up, his form slowly rising, "... that you should be worrying about."
In one fluid motion, he had grabbed up the shattered support of the bed and drove it up to his wrist into her chest.

With one final look of confusion, sadness and hatred mixed into one her form withered and became nothing but dust.
"Simple enough. Damn good kisser though. Shame, that," Victor said as he brushed off his cloak and left the room to return to the party.

Namine waited. She was on the look out for the stranger from earlier. He had left with a woman and had yet to return to the ball. She wasn't sure why she even cared but something told her to be on the look out. A waiter came over and offered her bite sized food. She picked up a meat tartar and nibbled on it. Her eyes trailed to the alcove she had been in. It stood empty as no one had discovered it yet. Looking over she noticed lovers entwined in each others arms. She was a bit jealous of their romance and couldnt help but daydream about having her own. Recalling her nature she dismissed the idea. Who would love her? She was different from humans and different from her own kind. Vampires feared her because she was able to feed from them and did so often. She was the punishment they met for breaking the rules. House De L'Cor was one of the strongest and she was at its head. Although she was sure dissent was ever present due to her diffference. Putting her glass down Namine moved to the dance floor on the arms of someone dressed in white and gold. His mask glittered and had a mane similar to a lions. She supposed that was the theme he wanted to convey. She had trouble focusing though as she noticed a man who looked like a porcelain doll. He was receiving not so subtle looks from the females at the ball. But he was sly he knew how to courteously turn them down or take one in hand and lead her to the floor. Namine decided she should approach him later.

Skyler began to see that he was leading her outside. Her heart quickly jumped knowing she did not see that. She was to scared to run or push her self out of his arms. She let him lead her away. He lead the way out the door and down to a garden.

"Now may I see your eyes?" He asked nicely as he tried to remove her black cloth that cover her eyes.
She pushed his hands away and shook her head.
"Aw. Please?" He tried again and she pushed his hand away again. He was getting furstated with Skyler. He took hold of her hands with his left hand and pulled the black cloth off. "See now that wasn't so bad."

Skyler really felt sick now and her body began to show it as her skin became pailer than the man and her mind started to painc. She began to fight back. trying to puller herself out of his grip, but to no chance could she pull herself free. A hateful, scared look came apon her face.

"Come now don't be that way." He smiled showing off his fangs as he pinned her to a tree.

Skyler really started to fight back. Kicking him anywhere she could. He began to get closer and closer to her neck. Then the first time in years she screamed at the top of her lungs. He looked at her with a look that said 'I thought you could talk.'

Alsvid was starting to really get into the festivities. He was playing with the women the way he used to with his victims. "Just like the old days," he thought with a smile. He was beginning to get tired from dancing so he walked over and joined a group of people talking. He listened as two people argued about who could throw a stone further. Taking it very seriously they left. "Children playing children's games," he remarked walking in a different direction. " I think it's time for a cigarette." With that he made his way to a side door.

Once outside he lit his cigarette. "Smoking can kill you." a woman joked passing him on her way back inside. "If only my dear. If only," he replied. He heard a girl screaming and he spun quickly to see a man pinning a young girl to a tree. "Well someone likes it rough," he teased loudly. "Could you be so kind as to keep it down. After all, I came out here for a moment of peace and quiet."

Suddenly he was being shouted at by another girl. "That's the girl from the alcove." Alsvid stamped out his cigarette and wandered over. "Haha I do hope everything is ok."

As the group reached the plaza outside, they heard a scream far in the distance.
"Likely some party guest who has had too much to drink," the lead member suggested.
Victor shook his head and cast a cursory glance in the direction of the shriek, vowing to inspect its source as soon as his business here was done.
"Alright then, I'll go first," the man said, when he noted Victor's distracted expression.
He grasped a rock in his hand and measured the distance, then let it fly. The projectile flew straight and true and went a good thirty yards before finally returning to the earth.
"Hah! Now, prove if what you said was true, or prove it was bluster."
He had to time this just right.
Rolling the stone about in his hand, he said with a grin: "Alright."
He hurled the rock at full speed toward the lead vampire, catching him in the skull and knocking his mask completely off.
The man dropped to the ground, grasping his forehead at the same time that the four others with them dropped their jaws in both horror and confusion. The three humans were completely terrified until they heard Victor yell,
"Run you fools! These are the beasts of the night! Flee while you c-"
The other vampire of the group swung in and clocked him against the temple and sent him sprawling.

As the three humans fled in fear, Victor stood up shakily and observed the two undead menaces heading his way.
"You cheeky runt," the one with the wounded forehead exclaimed," you dragged us out here for this? Your ignorance will be the death of you."
"Is that so?"
With a flick of his wrist, Victor grabbed the brim of his hat and flung it into the air, revealing his full brown head of hair and drawing their attention to the moving object as his cloak spun outwards, one arm unsheathing his sword while his other already reaching for his pistol.
He fired two quick shots as the pair charged in, forcing him on the defensive. The lead vampire's claws were deflected off his shortsword and with a swift kick, Victor sent him staggering backwards and before he could fire a silver bullet his way, the other closed distance and sent a fist straight into his abdomen, causing a wave of pain to wash over him.

Victor accepted the blow however, and grinned widely as he coughed up blood and spun about to catch the over-compensating vampire in the jaw as he neared his neck with his elongated fangs. The blow sent the beast flying, crashing to the ground in a heap. His friend was right behind, and swung high with his deadly claws, stopping mid swing only to notice that Victor had ducked low and his pistol was smoking from a recent shot.
A searing pain erupted in the vampire's abdomen.

He felt the excruciating burning sensation that was spreading rapidly, he collapsed to the ground, grasping desparately at his chest in some pathetic attempt to extract the bullet, crying out in agony.
With one soon succumbing to the effects of the silver bullet and the other crumpled unconscious to the side, Victor took his blade and sliced off a branch from a nearby tree and sharpened the edge until he plunged it into the unconscious vampire's torso and began walking away as his form faded into dust, along with the now charred ashy remains of the one affected by the bullet.

He sheathed his blade and holstered his pistol and set off quickly in the direction of the scream, deftly picking up his hat while running and keeping pace, while keeping to the shadows to remain undetected.

Alsvid was awe-struck by the beauty of the girl's eyes. "You're very welcome," he replied but she had already walked straight past him. "Either very rude or very shy," he muttered under his breath. He watched her as she left and was once again in awe. She moved so gracefully and her dress was clearly designed to draw attention to her body. "Well, mission successfull," he thought. "The way she moves... She must be an immortal."

He turned to the other girl. "That could have gotten very interesting if it wasn't for the arrival of your friend." he joked. He had a habit of taking things a little too lightl heartedly. "Do us both a favour and pay close attention to who you... ahem, get close to. I'd hate to see a pretty young girl like yourself splattered on the lawn." Alsvid turned and walked back into the party. He walked up to two women talking to each other.

"Never fear ladies, I have returned." He hadn't spoken to these women before but he was getting very arrogant as he got wrapped up in the night. The girl on his right caught his attention. She was wearing a blood red dress and a mask covered in red feathers. "Ooh, my favourite colour," he said with a smile. He grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. He danced with her for three songs until he got bored and decided to search for another partner. "I'm sorry my darling, but, I'm afraid I shall now be taking my leave of you," he said with a bow. Raising his mask slightly he kissed her hand then vanished into the crowd.