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((Ok then ..downer...))

Lance sighed let her by,he couldn't force her to talk;and if anything it would push her away.The last thing he wanted...

((I know that,but It's kinda hard when people insist>> I don't like that...))

Lance stared at her,as she brushed up past her."Isabelle why are you doing this,it's probably just a migraine..."He told her thinking she was over reacting.He realized that he couldn't let her go that easily;Lance didn't kow if it was him being selfish or just how he felt about her over powering everything else.

Isabelle couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes blazed red, fire tickling the tips of her fingers.
She sent a message to Lance, Voidmaster to Voidmaster.
Lance, I love you. But I refuse to put you in danger like this. Please, I know that it might not be now, but it will eventually come... I'm sorry, love.

The flames engulfed her and when they subsided, she was gone.

[[exit to Isabelle's Room]] ((Lance, don't follow me this time. ^^ Emotional enough for ya?))

Erika walks into the chapel. She looks around, surprised. "This place is soo clean!" Erika says out loud. "I didn't think that vampires would go to a chapel that much." She whistles and walks over to a pew. "Crazy!"

It took Cosette a good long moment to recover and steady herself after Luther's odd method of transportation and even longer for her to figure out just where she now was, but as soon as she spotted the image of Christ upon the cross displayed at the far end if the room; She nearly broke out in a fit of bubbly laugher. Oh, How sacrilegious and ironic that she would end up in such a room, Or worse yet that such a room would be so conveniently planted in a domain of vampires. The sight of Armand stifled her laughter, reminding her of the task at hand as she stepped out in to the isle, planting herself in his direct line of sight, blocking the exit with her slender figure.

“Hey there, Spanish. Remember Me?” She chimed, planting on the most adorable little smile she muster. Of course he would remember her. If he had remember her from a century ago, He would without a doubt recognize her from just a few hours ago. “You'll have to forgive me about earlier. I fear that I simply can not stand being ignored, but now that we are free of that pestering peasant; There isn't much of a distraction now, is there?” She dainty fingers were streaking through her curls as she spoke, fluffing the golden ringlets. She took a step towards Armand, nervously nibbling on her bottom lip as her blue eyes flickered up and down, measuring up his tall frame.
“Come here often?”

“I wouldn't be treated any other way. Luther might be a mere little peasant; But from any class of man, I fully expect to be treated with the respect I rightfully deserve and he was taught so very well on how to please and respect a true lady. Now, Nobles on the other hand....We don't exactly demonstrate such class half the time, Hm?” Cosette watched with satisfaction as he planted that kiss on her hand, a predictable movement from the archduke of....well, whatever he had said. Cosette hadn't been paying attention when Armand was rambling off his name and title. Frankly, She didn't care. He could have been the king of Spain itself, and She wouldn't have batted an eyelash at the unfortunate fact.
“I suppose, Those of Nobility..” And Cosette hesitated, Clearly not speaking of her own person seeing as how she was already downright perfect as is. “Have something to learn from the petty peasants.” She murmured softly, Piling on the sugar fluff with another one of of those charming smiles as she carefully pulled her fingers from his grasp.

“I suppose I need no introduction. You already presume to know so much about me. Isn't that right, Spanish?” She circled around him, the kitten on the prowl; mindful and carefully calculating her prey, but she was ever the graceful charmer with an act played so smoothly there wasn't space to be found for a single doubt of her sincerity. Oh, This was going to be a whole lot easier than she had anticipated.
“I'm curious, What do you know of me?” Cosette had drawn to a pause behind him, Her dainty white hands reaching their way around Armand's waist; Barely touching, Fully teasing.

“Oh, There is much more to me than a pretty face.” She whispered from behind, Just as her fingers played along the heavy belt at his waist. Cosette didn't miss his body going rigid, the hesitation betraying his voice; All telling hints that lead Cosette believe she had this made. He was practically puddy in her greedy little fingers. “Maybe you'd like to get to know me more, Then you won't rememberer me merely as being the center of attention with my demanding needs at some meaningless masquerade years ago. I'm curious why you didn't approach me then , I obviously caught your attention if you'd remembered me. Fear of rejection, Perhaps?” Soft laugher could be heard behind him, not patronizing; But simply playing coy and flirtatious.

“And on the contrary, Spanish.” Her hand lashed out, Swift; much too quickly for Armand to react as her fingers gently closed around his hand. Cosette held his palm up to the soft light of the Chapel, Tracing her slender fingers along the crease of his life line. “When you have eternity, There is plenty of importance. My favorite for example...” She paused with a playful smile, pulling his palm to her mouth and planted a delicate feather light kiss along in the center of his palm. And then another kiss, Trailing lower, teeth grazing against the flesh of his pale wrist. “ is Blood.”

“Oh, You used the word first.” Cosette reminded, muttering against the cool skin of his wrist; her teeth grazing, leaving merely a trail of raised red flesh, never drawing blood. One would think that after the 500 years that Armand claimed to have lived, that he might have learned to demonstrate control and composer; but there he was, Rigid and stumbling over his words. All because of one little vampire.

“I'm quite an important little thing, I'm a gift to anyone's company. Just think, Wouldn't you fancy having an adorable blond, noble and quite the charming little doll at your side?” Cosette's voice was liquid velvet, disarming and enchanting as she placed another kiss. Gentle in comparison to the touch of her fanged teeth. Then, All of the sudden; as if my by magic, Cosette was standing in front of Armand once more, mere steps away with her slender arms hanging limb and innocent at her sides.
“Remember how I was all the rage at that party? It would make the others envious to see such a pretty thing in your company. And just think..” Cosette paused, A playful grin touching that round face. “It would make dear Luther awfully jealous. He seems to have taken quite the fancy to me, But you must understand. I have high standards, only those of nobility are suited for my company. ”