"Just put it there, Elaine. Thank you for the food." Elaine raised a slender brow at Larynda, noticing her dark disposition, or the lack of attention at the moment. "Is something troubling you Larynda?" Elaine asked as she watched her walk back towards her coffin, noting the quietness that surrounded her. Larynda leaned against the rather ornate coffin, letting out a rather exasperated sigh as she gave a slight shake of her head. "Perhaps there is, perhaps there is not. It seems as of late that I have made Melanthus severely angered or disappointed in me. Something I had not wished to have done. I was only following my instincts, and yet I still managed to screw up no matter what I do." She frowned as she clutched her hand into a tight fist, or as tight as one she could make in her still slightly weakened state. Elaine stood there, speechless for a moment as she regarded Larynda, pursing her lips into as light frown as she sighs. "Larynda, we all have had times when our own desires overwhelm us and blind us. Tis only natural for that to happen." Larynda twitched a bit as she heard that, turning her head sharply to Elaine to reply in almost a snappish tone. " But WE are not suppose to feel like this all the time! WHY cant I EVER get anything right. I don’t see why Melanthus ever chose me to become his lover like this. WHY did he spare me when he could have easily killed me like he did my mother?"

Elaine backed up a bit from Larynda, seeing her rage slightly rising to the boiling point as she shrugged gently. "Mayhaps cause he loves you Larynda. I can see it in his own eyes every time he looks at you, its not that hard to miss. He worries bout you terribly. For if he was not fascinated by you and your beauty, he would of done away with you a very long time ago. " Larynda could not argue that point, for deep down, she knew she was right. After all of her and Melanthus's little get togethers and silent moments together, she was finally coming to realize that her Master and creator, has become her lover as well. After a few moments, Larynda slowly calmed herself, not wanting to make herself feel any worse than she already was. She strolled over to where Elaine was, looking to where the food sat upon the table near her coffin. "Elaine, go and leave me please. I have much thinking to do this eve, and healing of my own to do. Tell Melanthus thank you for the food as well." Elaine nodded, saying not a word as she turned and opened the door, speaking but a word as she stepped out, calling back over her shoulder, "I shall tell him dear." With that, she slipped out the door, shutting it behind her.

Larynda turned to look at the meal that awaited her on the table, sighing slightly as she walked over and took up a chair, sitting down in it as she gazed upon the food in front of her. Her stomach churned with anger, yet also with sadness as she idly grasped a fork and started stabbing at some of the food in front of her. She lowered her head a bit, feeling not all that hungry after all as she just let the fork drop to the plate, then leaning back into the wooden chair as she sat there and contemplated on what to do now. She sat there for several long minutes, running her slender hands thru her hair, her pale features stern and showing no signs of feeling what so ever. A strong knock on the door was heard, but yet she did not respond to it. She turned her gaze to the nearby window, looking out at the black velvety sky. The stars shone brightly this night, as a half moon was present in the heavens.

A soft creak of the door was heard as it was open, echoing lightly thru the room as some of the torch light from the hallway poured into the room, basking it in a soft glow as a tall figure stepped into the room, almost immediately casting shadows throughout the room as it closed the door behind itself. Larynda sensed who it was, knew from the coolness that swept into the room as the door opened that the figure was one she had not wish to see yet this eve. Larynda lightly tapped her fingernails on top of the table that sat in front of her, her gaze still cast out into the night as she could hear the sounds of the night animals echoing thru her mind. She did not turn her gaze from the warming chill of the night, but simply spoke thru slightly pursed lips.. "You wish something of me Melanthus?"

Melanthus leaned against the door of the room, crossing his arms over his chest as he heard her words. "As a matter of fact, I came to see how you were doing my lovely. And, as I thought, you seem to be rather, far away at the moment. So what is bothering you?" Larynda kept her gaze to the horizon, looking up at the twinkling stars as she took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. Her body slightly trembled as she fought to seek the words she was looking for, yet she felt so weak still to even do such a simple task as that.

Melanthus stood up straight and tall, walking silently over towards her, his eyes glancing over her slender frame as he neared closer. The black pants and white shirt donned elegantly upon him, making him seem so regal and royal, all the way down to the black onyx cufflinks that helped to keep his shirt sleeves shut. Larynda did not look up, even though she felt his presence so close to her own body, casting shadows upon her face slightly as he stood next to her, caused by the few candles that were scattered around the room to gently light it. Larynda finally found enough courage to gather about her wits, feeling his hand come to her cheek as she let out a soft and deep sigh. "Yes, I.. guess I am a bit far away at the moment, Melanthus. Many things have happened as of late, especially things I wish not to remember." She leaned slightly into his caress, feeling his fingertips gently slide along her cheek and down her neck, making it hard for her to find the words she wants and needs to say.

Melanthus kept his fingers tracing lightly down her cheeks and neck, a sly grin on his lips as he waited for her to respond. " Well m`dear, what is troubling you, was it the fact that I got so harsh with you over your little escapade?" Melanthus slowly slipped his fingertips to her chin, lifting it gently with his cool touch, looking directly into her eyes. Larynda lifted her gaze to his, seeing his eyes shimmering in the candle light as she took a deep breath, a slight shudder to it as she finally pursed her lips into a slight frown, then managed to speak thru her slender lips. " It did have something to do with that... yes Melanthus. That and the fact, that even after all these hundreds of years, after all our trysts, I still find myself wondering why you truly took me into your world. Why of all people you chose me to live with you for all eternity? " She slightly bit her lower lip, her nerves slightly on edge as she watched his expression on his face.

Melanthus stood there as his fingers traced down her neck, his strong hands Coming to rest upon her shoulders as he gripped them firmly, his gaze entrancing to look into as he grinned at her. He pulled her in close to his own body, holding her tightly yet firmly as he spoke. " Well, after all this time, you still don’t understand why do you? You still think that I did this for spite, to make you suffer more then?" He chuckled as he held her steadfast in place. Larynda did not make a move or say a word, just stared up into his gaze, almost as if in a trance. " I did what I did because I could not let such beauty fade off into death. Sure my first instincts were to kill you and all that were with you so long ago. But when I laid eyes upon you, the smell and beauty that hit me, I could not let you go." Larynda blinked her eyes as she slowly came out of the trance, having heard his words for herself she let a soft smile slowly crease her lips. " Then, you do love me, Melanthus?" He looked down at her as he pulled her up towards his lips, his breath brushing across her lips as he spoke gently to her, "Yes, m`dear, I do. I have become so entranced with your beauty, spirit and strength more than anyone else I have brought across. You are the one I have always been looking for. Someone who can be my equal."

Larynda shuddered lightly as she felt his breath brush across her face, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she licked her lips lightly. " Then, you think of me as a equal? "She could feel her body reacting so intensely to his touch, his hold, his everything. She took a deep breath, her insides quivering with each breath as she waited for his words. Melanthus tilted his head a bit more; his lips mere inches from hers as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers without saying a word, drawing her up more as he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her extremely close to press his body to hers. Larynda felt her body shudder as she felt the coolness of his lips to hers, then the sudden warmth that overcame her as he deepened the kiss more. Melanthus parted her lips more as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, tasting and feeling her sweetness, letting his hands roam along her back, slowly up and down with each caress and motion he made. Slowly without her knowing, he started backing her up towards the bed that lay in the far end of the room. The shadows cast by the candlelight seeming eerily to flicker more and more, soft light filling the room from time to time as he came to a stop next to the black satin and laced bed, holding position there as he continued to kiss her deeply, letting his hands run down her back, then sliding to her sides, causing her to shiver lightly as she acted like putty in his hands, being melded to his every whim.

Melanthus picked her up, cradling her in his arms as he brought her to the edge of the bed, letting her stand in front of him as his hands possessed her, inflamed her. His hands stripped her of her clothes, rending them asunder as his hands grew claws, biting into the exquisite satin brocade and stripping it from her in one, long downwards motion. She gasped as she felt the claws glide over her body, but not in surprise. The feel of the sharp points gliding over her skin excited her in a way she had never felt before. It felt...sinful. Taboo...a guilty pleasure the old Larynda would've simply blushed and declined. Now, her hunger for more came close to dwarfing her taste for blood.

Larynda stood there, her breathing a bit deeper in anticipation as she watched Melanthus's actions, the feeling of the claws gliding more along her skin as she eagerly pulled her hands up to rest on his muscular arms, gripping them tightly as she waited for his next action. She said not a word, despite the few gasps that occurred earlier when he stripped her of the brocade. Her eyes not once leaving his site as she leaned in closer to his chest. Her hunger growing by the moment as he glided his nails along her skin more, at times, pricking the skin just lightly to send a few tingles of pain thru her system, something that seemed to just turn her on, one could say.

Melanthus drew her in closer, his eyes glowing a soft shade of red, the passion inside his own body swelling with each minute he holds her body close to his. His clawed hands gripping her tightly, strongly as his own thirst grew more and more at each passing moment. He backed her right up against the bed, looking down into her eyes as she seemed to stare back with those beautiful eyes of hers, passion swelled up in them, sending them swirling deeply with each moment of his touch and gaze. Melanthus slowly slide his hands down from her shoulders, down along the soft flesh there, feeling the velvetiness that lay underneath his hands. He continued to let them slide even more and more, moving them slowly from her arms to come grasping lightly at her sides, gripping them in such a way that sent chills up and down larynda's spine. Her head lolled back as a soft moan escaped her throat, deep and lustful.

Melanthus grinned at this effect that he had on her, a low guttural hiss escaped his lips as he slowly lowered his lips her her neck, which sent chills along Larynda's neck and spine. He thought to himself how he could not ever get enough of her, her beauty or her spirit. Her thirst for the hunt, and yet so much passion that was welled up inside her. God how he loved the way she looked at him, even when she was angry, it made him all the more wanting her. As his thoughts drifted within his mind, his eyes kept their vigilant lock upon her body, running up and down it as he lifted a clawed hand gently up to rest upon her cheek, his forefinger and index finger gliding lightly along the soft flesh beneath his fingertips. His lips lowered once more to her neck, feeling her will weaken beneath his touch and caresses. Ah.. so much satisfaction as he looks at her, his mind whirling with thoughts and ideas as to how to tease her this night. Oh he wanted to love her, to pleasure her, but how? He could sense her body trembling beneath his touch, his nails scraping lightly along the cool flesh of her arms and neck. His thoughts turned to desire upon how to carefully choose his actions this night. His lips roaming along her neck still ever so lightly, yet hungrily as he heard yet another groan escape her lips. His eyes shut tightly upon that sound, sending chills running thru his own body as his started to react to her being so close and at his command it would seem.

Melanthus could no longer control his own hunger and desires. He backed her right up against the bed, his hands pressing to her shoulders as he shoved her back onto it. A gasp escaped Larynda's lips, taken off guard, but her expression slowly turned into that of a rather sinister grin as she lay down upon the satiny feeling comforter of the bed. Melanthus stood there, his own lips curling into a rather evil and passionate grin as he slowly removed his shirt, revealing several and various scars and wounds over his well toned, muscled chest. He let the shirt drop to the floor as he watched her slowly remove her bodice, revealing the rather pale, cream-colored skin of her own body. She slowly stretched out onto the bed, still half clad in clothing as she looked at him with a grin that could beat the devils. Melanthus chuckled softly as he undid his pants, kicking them off as he said.. " Well, my dear, seems you have something on your mind, no?" He reached out and grasped hold of the velvety skirt that clung to her body, tugging it down past her hips as Larynda replied back.. "Hmmm, well that depends my love, on what ye are plannin on doing, but from the looks of it, my idea is right in the general area of yours?"

Another chuckle escaped Melanthus's throat, a haughty one at that as he tossed the skirt to the floor, letting his hands glide along her legs, then to her upper thighs where his fingers caressed and teased her a bit before letting his hands come to rest upon her hips, gripping at the stockings she was wearing and garter, undoing them all and pulling them down and off in one quick motion. Larynda let out a rather playful growl directed heatedly towards him, Melanthus's brows lofted as he watched her antics. How that always amused him to see her act as if she was a young child again, but how he loved it so. He grinned even more upon the thought of the first time they met, how a scared and misguided child she was.

Melanthus grinned at these thoughts as his gaze lowered to meet hers. How he loved these nights with her. Yes, she was the epitome of his desires, and one of his most successful transformations yet. He had chosen wisely, and in return.. was rewarded ten fold. After a few minutes of just watching her, he finally finished undressing himself, sliding upon her and ravaging her. Their lovemaking was always total bliss to them both. Not only the passion that was fueled by their touching, but also by the 'pain' that was derived from it as well. Many a night had they spent purposely-causing pain upon each other, enhancing the sensations even more when they got down to the actual act. They each had brought something.. enticing.. into the relationship so to say. With each of his caresses and touches, which slowly aroused her, she would in turn sink her nails deep into his skin, which to her surprise upon finding out on accident once actually aroused Melanthus even more. Perhaps that was why She always taunted him, of course, it makes one wonder at times, which was doing the taunting.

Several hours had passed, both keeping to the darkened chambers of Larynda during their rather, long session this night. They both laid upon the black satin-sheeted bed, Larynda curled and nestled up against him. He turned his head to the side to take in her form and shape; a rather deep sigh escaping his lips as he slowly regained his strength. His eyes gazed over her, taking in all the beauty that he saw, almost as he was looking at a prized mare that just won a show. He let one of his hands slide from resting on the pillow above her to rest lightly upon her shoulder, letting his fingertips softly caress her skin. He laid there in thought for several long moments, then relaxing back against the pillows as he let out a satisfied groan.

Larynda shifted a bit against his body, shivering as she felt his touch upon her shoulder. Her eyes slowly opened to come to rest upon his naked and bare chest that rested upon her cheek. She grinned rather contently as one of her hands came gliding up along his side, splaying her fingertips along his chest as she leaned up a bit more to him. "well, was it everything you hoped for this eve, Melanthus?" She already knew what the answer would be to that, but she had always loved asking that question from time to time. Almost as if she was taunting him more, but, she was always honest with him in every way. "Must you always ask me that question, m`dear?" He said with a lofted brow and lips curled into a rather evil grin. She shrugged her shapely shoulders a bit, letting out a soft giggle, almost childish it seems. "Well, you know if I did not always ask it, you would worry that you had done something wrong." He chuckled at that thought, tilting his head to the side to gaze down into her eyes. " Ah, but you forget one thing m`dear. I can already read your thoughts, as you can read mine from time to time. No need to ask me how it was, for you already know that answer."

Larynda narrowed her eyes a bit at Melanthus, causing him to raise his brows in return with a puzzled look upon his face. "What.. have I offended you in some way, m`dear?" She just gave him that usual evil, yet miffed look of hers, causing him a bit uneasy. How could he of angered her already? He had not even done a thing wrong. As his mind wheeled in thought, Larynda's lips slowly curled into an evil smile, revealing that she was scanning his surface thoughts. Her eyes slowly eased up on their probe as they danced with fire. Oh yes, she was playing his game, but she for a change started this one. Melanthus blinked his eyes as he felt her scans, chuckling as he leaned over and kissed the top of her head. "And what pray tell did you just find out, m`dear?" His head still tilted down as he gazes at her rather affectionately. "Hmmm, that you enjoyed every minute of it." She grinned, as she looked up into his eyes, still that glint of fire deep within her eyes.

Melanthus sighed contently as he pulled her in close to his body, deciding that this night he and Larynda would sleep in the comfort of the bed this once. He did not want to nor feel like getting up and moving them both to the specially made coffin that fit them both together in it at the same time. It was a stunning piece of artwork though, seeing how it was made of a dark mahogany wood, almost black in nature. The wood itself had almost a luster to it, as if it was lacquered. Within the coffin itself, were folds upon folds of crimson satin, very eloquently done and tailored. One large pillow was placed at the head of the coffin, seemed to be taken from a king size bed, also draped in the same color and type of material that lined the inside of the coffin. The outside was finely hand chiseled and etched. Never has the likes of it been seen before. Melanthus had this specially made and ordered for him and Larynda, knowing how she loved hand etched items. But by no means was it overly gaudy. It was kept simple, along the front side panel of it was etched a silver moon in full view, where as on the lid was placed a simple red rose, the detail of each was intricate in its own way. The rose especially, denoting even the thorns that ran along its stem.

Within a few moments of realizing its getting late, that the night time hours have passed thru their rather intimate time, he slowly pulled the covers over him and larynda, she of course having already fallen asleep nestled against his body. He let out one more soft and content groan, running his fingers thru her hair as he slowly shut his eyes, yes.. he thought to himself.. he is now complete, and whole. It took him so long to find the one that could actually temper and capture his own heart, what there was left of it. Many a times had he thought that he had found the 'one' who could match him time and time again, but only in the end to find out that no.. she could not. Larynda was different then all them as with time he came to find out. She had such spirit, love, and devotion. She loved doing what she enjoyed.. she had come to love what she was and it was enticing not only to her.. but to him as well. As he lay there, drifting slowly off to slumber, he knew he would sleep peacefully this night, no doubt about it in his mind. He would on the morrow take Larynda to see Henri, her late flame. Yes, he was still alive.. but god help him, after what he himself had done to that wretch of a human being, he would finally let her have her revenge upon him. No... he had never forgotten about him, even though it had been nearly what... 4 or 6 months now that he had him locked away down there.. yes, this time the morrow he will finally see his own demise. With that last passing thought in his own head, he drifted off to sleep, arms draped around Larynda as he held her closely to him.

The following sun had come and gone, relenting to the rather stormy night. It was raining, something that had occurred more often it seemed. The night had started out starry filled, but soon retreated to a rather ominous and cloudy sky. The sounds of rain hitting and sliding off the windowpanes had awoken Melanthus from his rather content sleep, having sounded like small ice crystals, which was why he awoke. He blinked his eyes slowly, clearing the haze as he glanced around from his spot from underneath the sheets. He arched his neck slightly, cracking it as he looked to his side, seeing Larynda still fast asleep next to him. What a gorgeous site he was seeing. The very image of her sending his heart into turmoil. He sullenly remembered his thought last night, of letting Larynda have her revenge upon Henri. Ahhh, yes that was this night, no? He grinned still a bit sleepily as he slowly wakes from the daze. He slowly ran a hand along her skin, just barely touching and caressing it, leaning his head over to place a soft and cool kiss upon her lips. A soft moan escaped her lips upon his touch, eyes fluttering open lightly as she returned his kiss, soft and sweet. After a few moments, the kiss was released, even if hesitantly. Her eyes shimmering a bit as she leaned back in the bed, gazing at Melanthus. "Good evening, m`love." She spoke as a hand came to rest upon his chest. He grinned at her and nodded a bit, her words echoing in his mind. "Well, good evening to you to m`dear. How was your sleep?" He brought a hand and glided his fingertips along her forehead, brushing some stray strands of hair from her eyes and tucking them behind one of her ears as he slowly propped himself up on one arm, resting on his side.

"It was restful, for a change. Our time last night was exciting. Every moment, every touch, just made my stomach lurch with passion, it was as if experiencing it again for the first time." Melanthus chuckled a bit as she kissed her temple, "Then we shall do that more often then, no? And, do you remember Henri, that wretch I have down in the dungeon?" His eyes gazed down into hers, a certain evil look flaring within them. Larynda shifted a bit on the bed, slowly pulling herself to a sitting position as she held a bit of the sheet to her bosom. "Yes, I remember Henri, why are you asking me? The last you brought up his name, you were dealing with him in the dungeon, and had promptly decided I was not to even go near him." Melanthus grinned even more as he slowly shifted on the bed, letting a chilled hand come to rest upon her stomach, tracing slight circles upon her skin. "Yes, well, it’s been over what... five months now, and I do believe I have had my -fun- with him. I thought that now you have seen and understood your mistakes, and would like to take your revenge upon him now, unless of course, you want me to take him for you?" Larynda's eyes blinked once, then twice, almost in disbelief as she hears his words echo thru her mind. Could this be real, was he serious that she could finally have her revenge upon him for what he did to her? She nearly bolted out of the bed as she thought that, turning her head quickly to gaze down at him. " Are... are you serious? I can finally give him what he deserves, for the pain he caused me?" Melanthus just grinned that evil grin of his, denoting that he was serious and honest about what he said. She saw this and her lips slowly pursed into a look of sheer evil incarnate. She had waited so long to take her revenge upon Henri... and now, it was granted.

Five hours had passed, they both remained laying in the bed, talking about how painful to make Henri suffer before taking in his last breath of air. Many Interesting ideas had come out of this, of course, the rack was one of them, but then was tossed out the window. Eventually larynda came to an interesting choice of torture, something swift.. and yet enjoyable to both her and Melanthus. It was nearing midnight when they both slipped from the darkened, barely candle lit room of Larynda's. Melanthus had of course stepped out before her, adjusting his shirt and jacket accordingly, then reaching up and gliding his fingers thru his hair to smooth it out and into place. That aristocracy showing thru in him as always. Larynda on the other hand, had taken the time to actually dress rather eloquently; a long crimson red velvet gown caressed her body. Short sleeves cut off at the upper arm, just below her shoulders. Around her neck was a dark blue, nearly black sapphire necklace, shaped like a teardrop hanging from a silver chain. It was a gift from Melanthus, when she turned her first 100 years. It originally belonged to a countess DeWinter, apparently she was one of Melanthus's play toys for a bit, before she got to nosey one night and tried to follow him into a meeting with other clan members. Needless to say, she was struck down, deader than a rotting corpse on a summers day. Melanthus took the necklace as a souvenir so to say.. but was more or less just wanting the piece of jewelry for Larynda.

Melanthus had already made his way down the stairs to the main hall, the room lit softly with candles ranging in color from a cream color.. to those of a rich black color. Each placed in sconces on the walls and on tables. Larynda slowly made her way towards the top of the staircase, looking down towards Melanthus, hands folded gently in front of her as her eyes shined and sparkled. Oh the thought of just.. getting her revenge swelled inside her, arousing her even more at the thought of just smelling his blood. She lifted a slender, yet pale hand to the banister railing, gliding silently down the steps towards Melanthus. Her hair was French braided and pinned with tiny combs to hold the loose threads, a few wisps though caressed and fell in front of her ears, coming to rest in tiny ringlets above her shoulders.

Melanthus turned on his heels, watching her with an appraising eye, yet a chuckle escaped his lips. "You would think you were going to a extravagant ball m`dear. "Larynda grinned, a soft hiss escaping her lips, "Well, I want dear old Henri to remember his last vision.. that of the one he tried to kill and send to hell." Her eyes sparkled as her words hissed out softly, her slender feet coming to rest upon the cold stone of the floor. Melanthus nodded lightly to her and took her hand into his, leading her towards the stairwell down into the dungeon. You could not -ever- mistake the dungeon for any other room; you knew when you were near it.. for the smell of death, decay, and brimstone were all so potent upon opening it. It’s a wonder that no matter how strong the odor, you could not smell it anywhere else in the castle.

Melanthus grasped the handle of the old oaken door, pulling it open as the hinges creaked with old age; a hideous sound chilling enough to send chills along your spine. Upon opening the door fully, Larynda wrinkled her nose at the stifling stench that wafted up and out towards her and Melanthus. What a god-awful smell. He grinned rather sadistically, motioning for her to enter and slowly descend the stairs. From below them, they could hear the furnaces burning loudly, roaring with life as the firelight practically lit the whole dungeon area on its own. As she slowly made her way down the steps, Melanthus shut the door behind him and her, following her not but a few steps behind. Larynda remembered this place well, god how she still dreaded this place. The agony and torcher she had been put thru when Melanthus had first brought her to this place, how it wreaked havoc with her mind. That overwhelming stench filling her senses, causing her stomach to lurch a bit, how she never forgot that smell in all her years.

As they made their way down the stairs, two figures were seen hiding in the shadows, almost like guard dogs protecting a prized bone. Larynda finally came to the bottom of the stairs, her gaze flickering around the room, finally able to ignore the dreaded smell for the time being as she glanced at the cells and the devices strewn across the room. Melanthus came up behind her, placing a hand upon her shoulder, "Well, m`dear, take your pick at whatever you want, and its yours." Her eyes flashed a soft shade of red, slender curved lips pursing into a rather evil grin as she pulled away from his grip, walking down the center hallway as she looked from cell to cell, wondering which one Henri was in. It was right about then as she turned her head towards the cell that use to be hers when she was captive in this.. desolate and disturbing place, when two figures leaped from the shadows, coming to stand right in front of her.

"None shall enter, m`lady." Said one of the figures. It was Mikeal, one of the younger clan members, apparently he had been sent here to watch and deal with Henri from time to time. Mikeal was a rather slender, yet meekly handsome. A tall five and a half foot tall, brown hair and green eyes. He always had this aura of quietness around him though, uncanny close to Larynda's own. He was dressed in a black shirt and pants, nothing extravagant by any means, simple and clean cut. She lofted a slender brow at his words, folding her arms across her chest as she looked at Mikeal. Melanthus on the other hand, stood back near the steps, having not stepped forward with Larynda as he watched the three. The other figure, much more.. how to put it, not as good looking for lack of better terms, was Jental. He had been one of Melanthus's slaves atone time. Poor fool had tried to stake Melanthus in his sleep once, big mistake. So, upon a rather humble tit for tat, Melanthus struck him down, turning him into a rather ugly, and half-witted slave.

"I beg your pardon!" Were Larynda’s first words out of her mouth, followed by a rather disturbing hiss. Mikeal stepped back slightly from Larynda, all who lived and resided in the castle knew it was not wise to upset and anger this vampiress. "I... I was instructed... not to let anyone.. " His words were cut off abruptly as Melanthus spoke up, " Its alright Mikeal, its time for our... 'guest' to take his leave, let her pass, she has earned the right." With a slight nod of his head, Mikeal stepped away and back from Larynda, reaching out and snagging Jental's arm, dragging him back as well. She turned her head from them, turning to see her old cell once more, and low and behold, Henri. Ah... finally at last, she would get her revenge. She sneered and turned fully towards the iron bars of the cell, wrapping her slender fingers around them as she peered at him. He was not as she remembered him, not the stuffy aristocratic one. Oh no...Melanthus had nearly broke him of that... but left a few things intact. Her eyes burned nearly with wanting as Melanthus slowly made his way up to stand beside her." He is yours, and as you can see... a bit more, subdued." An evil chuckle escaped his lips as Henri slowly looked up, dirt and blood caked in a few places along his cheeks and neck. His clothing ripped and torn in a few places. He sat there, in the filth, eyes going wide as he realized whom he saw before him on the other side of the bars. " What’s the matter, lover. Dontcha remember lil ole me?" Were the words she spoke out as she saw his gaze. Henri taken aback by all this as he struggled to keep his wits about him. How could she still be alive?? He had rammed that stake right into her heart, so at least he thought. " You thought you could rid me so easily, didn’t you, Henri?" Her words now more, taunting as she slowly seemed to phase out of view, seeming like a ghost as she slipped thru the bars with ease, not even having to open the cell door.

Henri was visibly shaken by this time, scooting along the floor as she managed to shove himself up onto his feet, slamming his back into the stone wall. Oh what a site she thought to herself, revenge is so sweet and intoxicating. She gazed into his eyes, hissing softly as she neared him more and more. Melanthus stood there, watching as his own eyes started to glow a deathly and bloody shade of red. He was trapped, no where to run. What was this.. this beast going to do to him? Larynda chuckled as she drew right up against him, lifting a slender finger to his cheek, the nail extending as it slowly ran along his dirty and warm skin. " Oh... why, not so happy to see me, lover? Such a pity, I was oh so hoping you would be, for I know imp happy to see you! "With that last word Henri's eyes flared open as a scream of pain ran thru his throat and screeching out into the open air. She had managed to entrance him long enough, that her other free hand had come up, nails splayed open like daggers and drove them straight into his groin, piercing is flesh and ripping upwards. Henri had no idea what was in for him till the last second. Larynda let out a rather evil and passionate hiss, parting her lips as her fangs grew out and eyes flared a hideous red. All that was evil incarnate was seen at this one moment within her eyes.

Blood sprayed and splattered along the floor and walls, dripping onto her dress as she paid it no heed, the scent of fresh blood filling her senses and driving her mad as she turned to Melanthus, hand still ripping up along Henri's chest and grinning. Melanthus slowly misted and stepped thru the bars, solidifying once more upon reaching him and Larynda. Knowing that she wanted him in joining her in the bloodbath. She turned her gaze back to Henri, lifting an arm and biting into it savagely, blood spraying slightly from that wound then subsiding as her lips wrapped around and began to drain him. Melanthus smelling the stench and overwhelming scent of the blood could not resist, and joined in, baring his teeth and ripping into Henri's neck, indulging in what there was left as they both fed upon him. Henri's body went limp moments later, eyes still wide open with fear as his heart came to a screeching and pounding halt.

The scene was a grisly one, blood coated and strewn across the floor and the wall that Henri had backed up against. His body now lifeless, though his eyes still wide open, staring into the heavens as Larynda and Melanthus dropped his now pale, ashen body to the floor, to rest in what is left of the spilt, crimson blood. It was swift, perhaps brutal... but Larynda thought I was justice. Unexpecting and cruel, yes... but who said she was ever 'nice' to slayers. Her dress now soaked in a few places where blood had seeped and sprayed onto the red velvet of her dress. Her hands coated in a light coloring of the crimson as her eyes still flared red. She slowly stood to her feet, her tongue darting out and over her fangs, licking at them as she turned her gaze from the corpse now on the floor to Melanthus. Noticing him just then, his gaze showing just how much hatred he had for Henri, his face having contorted just a bit to reveal is rather nasty temper. After a few long moments of Larynda just watching him, he realized that she got her revenge and it was served, cold. Oh how he was now relishing this moment. He let out a rather loud and hideous laugh, followed by several hisses . Larynda understood this and slowly and without a hesitation, joined in the chorus, adding in her own sound of triumph. Her lips still coated in the blood as hers and Melanthus's sounds came to a stop, each of them gazing at one another. Melanthus chuckled as he took a few steps towards her, both their eyes remaining a soft shade of red now as he bent his head down and kissed her lips, letting his tongue lightly lick off the remaining blood.

"Now, wasn't that enjoyable, m`love? You got your revenge, and dinner to top it off. "He grinned as he licked his lips, slowly coming to a standing stance as his hands reached down and gently grasped hold of her shoulders, slowly pulling her up towards his chest. Larynda hissed out softly, not a threatening tone in the least, more or less one of agreeance. Her eyes slowly dimmed down to their original blue color, her head tilting slightly to the side as she nodded to him. " Yesss, so it seems I now got what I wanted. I know I should of made him suffer more, but... I thought this was the more... direct approach to things." He chuckled as he draped his arms around her shoulders, bringing her to rest back against his chest... " Well, I never said you were not direct and straight forward with your actions" "Mmmm... true, I was always... what, yer more direct and open minded, and mouthed, pupil, wasn’t I?" She grinned as she said those words, oh how she loved always being right, of course, that also tended to annoy Melanthus from time to time, but in the end... it was always enjoyable. Melanthus slowly dropped his arms from around her shoulders, sliding a hand into one of hers as he took it rather strongly, squeezing it as he slowly led her towards the iron bars of the cell, now seeming silent as his form slowly misted and seeped thru the bar. Larynda's did the same thing, a brow slightly lofting at his rather quiet demeanor now.

As they both exited the cell, they could smell the stench of Henri's body Slowly starting to rot and decay already. Melanthus motioned for Mikeal and Jental to go and clean up and dispose of the mess, his eyes flickering just briefly to show that he meant what he was saying. The two obeyed and did as they were told, even though words were not spoken, they were understood. They opened the cell door, the hinges creaking and grating against the floor as it slid open. Mikeal and Jental headed towards the now ashen and limp body, the skin having drawn up around the bones, making it look already skeletal. Mikeal got on one end of the body, lifting it by the feet, Jental having taken up the shoulder and head end, lifting the body with Mikeal and slowly started to heave it out of the cell. Melanthus had already started to lead Larynda towards the steps out of the dungeon, both of them now feeling 'refreshed' after that experience. Melanthus still had yet to say a word as they climbed the stairs, yet she still did not bother asking him what it was that had made him silent all of sudden.

Melanthus grinned inwardly as he watched her reactions, this "secret" he had been keeping was to be a surprise within the week. Melanthus had been invited to a rather high class ball, pretty much where all the high class snobs and social standing aristocracy met up and flirted and talked bout anything and everything under the sun. Court always was talked at these gatherings. Of course, it was also how a great deal of rumors amongst the wealthy got started. Plots of devious nature seemed to run along with rumors as well, usually doing more damage than good. Larynda stood there, waiting for a response to her question, brows knitting together in a puzzled look as yet he still remained silent. She never liked that... how silent he got when something was bothering him, always meant trouble for someone, or something. She remembered the last person that crossed Melanthus, it was not a pretty site, the site of seeing someone disemboweled in front of you, just never made her feel at ease. Of course, you could hardly tell that by how she is now, lavishing in the very thought of blood and carnage. But to see this done, to fellow kindred, just never sat right with her. Her body crawled with chills, easing up along her arms and back, ending at the base and back of her neck with tiny pin prick tingling sensations.

"Now, why would something be bothering me as you say m`dear? We have both fed, and had desert earlier this eve, what could possibly be bothering me?" He was always the sly one, never letting on what he was plotting or planning. It was funny how he could just simply block out his thoughts to her at times though, even though he allows her permission to read his mind, this time he was not about to let her know the secrete he held inside. He had already made plans for hem both to attend this 'gathering' of sorts. Managed to sidetrack one of the delivery boys, thanks to a hired henchman of his, and acquired a set of invitations for them both. But what would it be if she were not decked out in the most lavish of dresses in all of England? Ah yes, he had not but a few days ago, had an associate of his order a rather regal looking, crimson velvet and lace dress for her, accompanied by a matching ruby choker. His lips pursed into another soft grin, his eyes dancing as he looked upon her standing there, arms folded across her chest. He knew this would be one of his better surprises yet to her. Yet, all he could do was chuckle as he looked at her now, oh how she would pitch a fit at him for not telling her sooner, but that was to be expected of course.

She stood there, head tilted slightly to the side as her blue eyes still glowed a slight tinge of red in the darkened corridor. She simply gave in, knowing that it was no use in getting blood from a lemon. "Alright Melanthus, if you say so... just, I guess you seemed distant a minute ago, perhaps I was misreading what I was seeing." She slowly unfolded her arms from across her chest, letting them come back to rest at her sides as she smiled to Melanthus. " Apparently, m`dear, for there is nothing that can even possibly upset me at this moment." As he spoke those last words, one of his hands had been making light motions behind his back, magicing up a tender and soft red rose, as crimson as blood itself. He pulled the rose from out behind him, producing it to her with a charming and sweeping bow.

"For you, m`dear." He tilted his gaze up to grin broadly at her, idly twisting the stem of the rose between his thumb and fingers. She stood there, blinking her eyes a moment as she heard his words, then seeing the rose appearing right before her eyes, making her smile all the more as she reached out and grasped hold of it, slowly taking it from his grasp as she brought it slowly up to her nose, smelling the soft and sweet fragrance it gave off. As she twisted it, her thoughts seemed to linger on what was to come, and what his plans were for her this eve. A sudden prick was felt, her eyes blinking and tilting down to gaze at the thorny stem. A mere trickle of blood oozed from the spot, though it bothered her not as she took the rose in her other hand, holding it aloft as she turned her pricked finger towards Melanthus's lips, pressing it lightly to them as she smiled.

He felt the cool touch of her finger to his lips, though he loved the feel of her skin to his as his lips parted slightly, kissing away at the slightly bloodied spot on her finger. The thorn did not bring much blood, but none the less he kissed it all away with a certain tenderness and love he always held for her. As he pulled his lips from the finger, his tongue snaked out once more and licked along the spot rather heatedly before returning to its proper cell within his mouth. All she could do, however, was watch him and grin. He had his moments, his charms, and yet his entrancing and sensual moments as well. He was a master at his art and she knew it all to well.

With a slight grin and chuckle that escaped her throat, she watched him closely. "Well, my love, what do you have planned for us this night?" She asked as she pulled her finger back away from his lips. The tall, muscular figure stood up straight, gazing at her with a sly grin upon his lips. "Now, I thought it would be nice since we have both now had dinner, together, that perhaps we could go for a walk out in the garden? Unless of course you would care to stay inside this place all night long and listen to the others bicker amongst themselves over such trivial things that we should not be concerned over?"

The soft blueness of her eyes seemed to shimmer and twinkle in the dim light of the corridor as he spoke the question and the offered suggestion. It's been a while since she was let out of the main house as of late, and had started to become a bit stir crazy. Her face softened as she forgot all about his obvious hiding of something. It mattered not to her anymore, the thought of just going for a simple stroll in the garden was enough to even please her this night. A simple nod of her head and the crease of the smile upon her lips was enough to tell him that she was most definitely interested and was rather fond of the idea.

With a fluid motion on his behalf, Melanthus made a sweeping bow in front of her, extending one of his hands, palm up, towards her. The invitation given and taken as she slipped one of her own into his, pressing her palm flatly against the coolness of his own. Their fingers entwined together as he stood fully back up, turning upon his heels with a grace and elegance of a cat. He lead her down the corridor, the candle sconce's on the walls giving off just enough light to create shadow figures along the walls as they followed the stone floor in front of them. Melanthus knew the corridors in this place like the back of his hand. He could pinpoint anything at any given time anywhere in the house without stopping to think where. He turned down one of the side corridors, heading towards the back end of the house with ease and calmness of his own actions.

Larynda on the other hand, had never been down this corridor before, was if at one moment it was not there, then suddenly, as he neared it, it appeared. Her eyes narrowed in thought as she followed hand in hand with him, keeping a light grasp upon the rose in between the fingers of her other hand. The floor gently started to slope downwards at a slight angle. Most other people would not have noticed it, but those with heightened senses, could not only feel it, but see it as well.

Melanthus could note the look upon her face, the narrowed eyes revealing a hint of curiosity. He grinned inwardly about that, not having forgotten she had never been down this way before. "Something bothering you, my love?" He said as they continued down the hallway, the sloping gradually coming to a leveling off area with several doors lining the walls around them. "Aye, a bit." She cocked a brow and looked at him as they came to a stop at the bottom of the hallway, in front of a pair of French double doors. "It's just that you never showed me this part of the house before, tis all." He nodded and smiled charmingly towards her, his hand snaking out to grasp hold of the door knob and turning it slowly till a click was heard, then the door opening. "Well you never asked to see other parts of the place m`dear."

He had her there, she was never the one to ask to many questions, she had always figured that he would tell her all, so it seems she must be the one to ask the questions. With a soft smile now slowly creasing her lips, Melanthus opened the door to reveal a stunningly beautiful garden just beyond the doorway. The moonlight from above was filtering down and bathing everything in a soft silver light, giving it even much more beauty than even Larynda herself could have imagined. As she stepped out the door with Melanthus following close behind, a cool breeze swept thru the gardens and past their forms. It was a rather relaxing feeling to her, but to him, it made him all the more craving Larynda's figure. The moonlight was dancing along the rows upon rows of heavily blooming rose bushes, all colors that could be imaginable.

Melanthus pulled the doors shut as Larynda made her way further into the garden, eyes sweeping across the various foliage. The roses were beautiful, and the small bushes of some kind of white flower that she had no idea what they were, as well. The garden was large and full of life and flowers galore. The small stone path that she stood upon went clear up the middle of it, winding around some of the various plants along its way. To the left side of the path, amidst a small circle of marigolds was a small fountain spouting a thin stream of water downwards like a waterfall. It was made of the finest marble, even carved in the shape of a naked woman, hands held high above her head as a dainty basket was held between them. From there the water flowed out and over the edge of the basket, giving it the waterfall effect that gave the garden a small insight of beauty enhanced as the water gathered at the bottom of the fountain in a small pool.

Larynda's gaze roamed along the garden a bit more, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out as the scent of the flowers and the night air seemed to relax her rather tired mind at the moment. Melanthus slowly turned around, his eyes glimmering in the light of the dim moon as it filtered in thru the tree branches that over hang the garden. His sites set upon his prodigy as she moved along the path and stooping to look at the various flowers that grow in abundance around them. Yes, his prodigy, he thought to himself. Not only did she complete that in every way, also was she his lover. She is probably the only thing that he would sacrifice himself for, and fight for. He sighed as his muscular form leaned against the outside wall, letting his eyes slowly shut as he could hear her deathly slow heartbeat beating within her chest. The sound so enticingly erotic to him. To be able to hear her when she is so far, to know her scent, gods he could not deny how much he cared about her. Though it took him so long to get her to realize this... so much time spent on explaining why he did what he had done. She understood him clearly now, and knew why he did it. Though there are times he looks within those eyes of hers, seeing deep down inside her, buried deep, how much she at times still despised what he did. But she had grown to love him as much as he did her. Such thoughts still continued to run thru his mind as he looked up and saw her already walking slowly back towards him.

His tall frame slowly stood up as her silent approach came closer. He had been brooding again, and she could see that upon the lines that slowly creased as they always did when he knitted his brows together. Her approach towards him as as unique as any other he had never seen. Her silent, yet seductive way she always looked, walked, even talked had made his blood curdle within his veins. They say that their kind did not have feelings, nor emotions, falsities at their best. For he at this moment and time, could feel his very own blood thicken upon her mere gaze. He kept his cool though, meeting her a mere five feet from where he once stood leisurely leaning against the stone wall. Her hand reached out subtly and eerily sought his, their fingers entwining together as she could feel the blood racing thru his deadened veins. A grin crept over her lips as she felt that, watching him as his coy smile appeared upon those dark red lips of his.

"Seems you are thinking yet again, m`lord?" Her words whispered, yet found the wind and carried to his ears. A mere chuckle as he shook his head… "Thinking, yes, perhaps I was." He slowly drew her into his embrace as his strong arms loosened and brought her into his chest. "Tell me, my dear… are you truly happy here, with me?" Her eyes blinked a few times upon his words. There's something she was not expecting to hear ever come from his lips. "M`lord…?" Her words nearly stammered for a moment, seeking out that which she knew in her deadened heart to be true. "Fear not to speak the truth, my dear. You have free speech in front of me, unlike anyone else within the clan, you are more than special to me." Her lips formed into a soft smile, eyes blinking as a rather softened red glimmered behind the whites of her eyes. "M`lord, I am happy here with you. I may not have been at first, for I will not hesitate in telling you that I was fiercely upset, mad and angered beyond belief. I had wanted to see you rot within your heavenly tomb on more times than I could count." She took a deep breath, slowly letting it out as those words slowly sank into Melanthus's mind. So he was right, she had despised him for quite some time, but what of all those times they had spent intimate moments together, what of those.

"And now, my dear?" His words hesitant to say the least; filled with a slight bit of unnerving dread. He knew what he had always felt around her, how he never wanted to see her uncomfortable or left out in anything. One soft, silken hand came up to rest upon his cheek, letting the tips of her nails caress the hardened skin that lay beneath her touch… "and now, M`lord… I am no longer angered or bode you harm. How could I wish the one that brought me new life and new feelings… death?" Her words seemed comforting to him, causing his blood to rush thru his very veins more. An ease had finally settled in upon his mind as he heard the hiss of her last sentence. That was what he had wanted to hear, to hear that she no longer hated or despised him for what he had done to her so long ago. It may seem like it was only yesterday to her, but it was well over two hundred years before, and for this long he had lived with such dread and fear. He did not wish nor want to lose probably the only thing that meant anything to him in his whole 'life'. His arms enclosed around her, pulling her slender, supple form against his chest. "That was what I was hoping to hear, my dear…" He murmured out as his head nestled and rested upon her shoulder, taking in her scent as he could feel her own arms wrapping around his waist, hands pressing firmly to his back. "Tis that why you have seem so distant at times, m`lord? So caught up in the thoughts of the past and of what use to be, rather than on the hear and now?" How could he disagree with that, for he knew she was correct in all she said.

He nodded in response to her question… "Yes, m`dear, you are correct. I have not felt anything like this in well over five hundred years, when I had grown close to a human for companionship. I wanted her with all that I was, but… I could not and would not have the nerve to bring her across. So I let her go, told her to leave… to flee before I was forced to hurt her." He sighed softly, remembering that incident clearly, and then tilting his head to gaze upon Larynda's baby blues… "But after time, I found the nerve to take what I wanted… maybe not with all the flair that I should have, but I could not let this one last chance for a companion pass up. Not upon seeing you in that carriage, the beauty of the lines along your cheeks, how those lips would turn into a angelic smile…" He stopped there as she nodded lightly, seeming to cause her to yet again smile softly within his embrace. "Then no longer fear for me to leave, for I have no intentions of ever leaving your embrace or your company either, m`lord. For you are forever thwarted and stuck with me." She chuckled softly as the moonlight remained spilling thru the room and coating it in a soft light.

He chuckled all the more happier as he hugged her oh so closely to his body. His eyes drifting shut for the few brief moments as to just envision this moment upon his mind. How everything at this moment was so perfect. His fears had been set aside for the time being, and perhaps for good as he heard her sweet words ring true within his mind and his heart. That undead heart of his having found the one thing that could truly make it beat, the word “forever” never before having such meaning as it did right then. With a rather audible groan he hugged her with all his worth, then letting her go as one hand glided down to hers, lacing his fingers with hers as he looked upon her and noticing the grin that still played upon those pale crimson lips of hers. She brought up the rose that he had given to her and she rested it beneath her nose, inhaling deeply of the soft scent and fragrance it gave off. Yes, not much longer till he could pick up the formal gown he had made for her, the one for the ball that they would be attending not only a few weeks or so from now. As he lingered upon the thought of all the lace and satin that the dress had been made out of, he shivered just barely noticeably.

Slowly he turned to make his way down the stone pathway in the garden, towards the wrought iron gate at the far end, that would lead them out of the tranquil garden which they had seemly lingered within for perhaps nearly a hour or two; having not paid much attention to the time. The gate slowly opened upon creaky hinges, Melanthus noting the squeaks and making note to have that oiled as indeed it brought a wave of chills to rise upon the back of his neck. He glanced over towards Larynda, noting the same expression upon her face as he had figured, definitely will have to have that worked upon. He lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of her knuckles as he let her pass thru the gate first, then stepping thru himself as it shut with another nerve grinding creak behind him. “Remind me, m`dear, to have Sampras oil that gate, before it drives you and I both insane from its annoyingly loud nerve biting grating.” She tilted her head as she held the rose still beneath her slender nose and she chuckled softly…”Yes m`lord, indeed I shall remind ye of that chore. We do not need snoopers of the rest of the clan to see where and what we are doing to say the least.” “Indeed m`dear, you have a very good point.” He chuckled and grinned rather devilishly towards her.

The night lingered on more and more, the sky above having been for the most part mostly clear save for a few wisps of clouds upon the velvety blackness. Finally a few more of the billowy puffs started moving into the area, obscuring some of the stars from view but leaving the moon mostly revealed to allow the lands below to be bathed in its warmth. The stone pathway continued its uneerily snaking course along the outer grounds, marking the path with untold age as both of them continued on their moonlight walk. Melanthus did not say much, merely enjoying her company as his thoughts lingered upon Larynda’s form and on all the joy that this one woman has finally brought into his life. He had been merely a shell most of his unearthy life, feeding off the fear and the blood of others, until she came into his life. She was definitely a treat to him at first, something to be conquered. The one thing that had given him a purpose to pursue that which he had locked up, after his one failed relationship.

Larynda turned her gaze finally from the rose held within her fingers to tilt and look up at him as they walked. She could see the thoughts crease his thin brow as she turned a grin upon him. “And what are ye thinking of, or is that a secret m`love?” He blinked his eyes and chuckled throatily. “Aye, tis a secret m`dear. But tis a secret well worth keeping for the surprise that will be seen on your lovely face will make this mans heart beat strongly.” A perplexed look came over her face as that grin faded from view. Her eyes blinked in succession a few times as she tilted her head. “A surprise eh? Hrmm… and when will I receive this surprise secret you have for me?” He merely chuckled and gave her that sly grin of his. “When I feel giving it to you and get a hold of it.” He was of course talking about the lovely ball gown that had been put on order for her. And another blink of her baby blues and she understood she was not going to get a straight answer from him and just let it go, though she could not forget that this now has her severely curious as to what he got her.

The night came and gone, both Larynda and Melanthus having retired for the daytime to their room. These past few months she had come rather fond of having Melanthus at her side as they slumbered. It made things that much easier for her in the past for her to relax with what she was more and more, knowing that she was safe from harm as long as he was so close and near to her. She had always hated being alone in her former life. Sure she had family, but not a single lover or even a beloved pet to keep her company in her times of fear and fright or uncertainty. She slept rather deeply that day, having tucked herself up against Melanthus’s form with his arms embracing her close to himself. Her dreams while she slumbered were always foggy. Hazy in such a way as to not be able to distinguish what was happening in them. The ones she always had problems with and which concerned her the most were the ones of her life before her embracing. She could remember bits and pieces of her former life, though nothing more. Several nights she had laid there beside Melanthus, wondering and trying to figure out why she was experiencing this “mental block” so to put it. Though, this one night, was different than the rest. The feelings she had once she fell into that darkened and deep sleep was one that actually soothed her. She started to envision times of her life that were perhaps the most joyous of her life. Seeing herself with her family at the holidays, opening gifts from her parents and the rest of her relatives. Those were the times she seemed to now remember for some odd reason the most. Perhaps with it being so close to the holidays that these few memories survived so deeply within her that they surfaced to remind her of what it means to be happy and to have those that care so much for her… so close.

She slept rather peacefully that night, and Melanthus did indeed take note of that. His embrace held her so close, yet gently to him as she slept so deeply, that she hardly even stirred from her deep sleep. He leaned his head in against the back of her head, inhaling her scent gently as he himself slowly relaxed against her form. He often wondered why in the past she never slept so well, yet this one night, she slept more at ease and peacefully than she ever had. Without a second thought about it he closed his eyes and joined her in their much needed rest. The night had been a long one, and yet most pleasant to say the least. He was going to make note to go see the seamstress in the nearby town early in the evening to see how the dress was coming for the upcoming ball he would soon be taking her to. Yes, it should be done soon, if not within the next day or so. With one last gentle kiss upon the back of her head he sighed deeply and settled in to rest, Larynda faintly letting a sigh escape her lips as she felt that one last kiss upon her form.

Melanthus was the first to awaken, having heard the bustling of people above them in the main room. He slipped out of the bed, leaving his beloved to sleep some more. It was just a bit early, some of the rays of light highlighted the window panes, though not slipping thru the cracks as he guessed it was not far from sunset. He slipped on his black pants, followed shortly by the white flowing poets shirt that he dawned upon his muscular chest. After making sure he was properly attired, he went to the door and quietly turned the knob, slipping out the door and closing it behind him without a single creak. He looked down the hall before him, noticing the shadowed stairs at the far end and the small amount of torch light from the above room spilling down the stairs in a feeble attempt to chase back the clinging shadows. He narrowed his eyes just a bit as he strode down the hall to the spiral staircase going up, wondering why the voices in the above room were so loud and what was causing one of the voices he recognized, to be in such a frenzy.

Within moments of him climbing the stairs that spiraled upwards into the main foyer, just down the hall from the meeting hall, the voices grew even clearer and louder. The one voice that stood out amongst them all was Isabella’s. She was a rather feisty one, very high spirited even in her undeath, though when her rage was at full reign, she was always most of the time correct in her assumptions. Melanthus did not like this one bit, Isabella’s ire was not one to stir, and it seemed it was most definitely fired up this night. Amongst not only her voice heard, but that of Allirya as well. This meant only one thing, a meeting had been called without his notification or reason as to why; or could be a simple argument between the two ladies, though if that was the case, hell and brimstone would soon be hashed out, so to say.

With a rather annoyed groan, he stepped down the hallway, looking at the small candles lining the walls as the flames flickered with a life of their own. His eyes turned towards the open door and the crowd gathered within. Indeed it was a heated discussion going on, apparently it was one that was not suppose to be turned into such a loud onslaught as everyone turned to meet Melanthus’s gaze. A hush suddenly falling over the crowd gathered, mostly those of the council. Allirya was at one end of the council table, standing up and dressed as usual in her finery. Isabella, not but 4 seats away and standing as well, though seeming quite perturbed with a heated glance towards the finer lady of the night. No one spoke for the time as Melanthus made his way into the room. The other members of the council bowed their heads towards Melanthus as he walked by to take his rightful place upon his own chair at the head of the table. Though he stood there and thought for a moment, then deciding not to sit, but to merely stand as he asked in a rather stiff, yet wondering tone, “ Now, what pray tell has the whole council gathered so early in the eve? If I did not hear you all down below in my quarters I would of sworn it was a lynch mob out to come after us. Now, someone best tell me what is the meaning of this and make it fast.”

Allirya was the first to latch her gaze upon Melanthus. Those burning emerald eyes of hers were showing her anger, yet the bridled calmness within them as well as she spoke. “M`lord, Isabella has overstepped her boundaries the other eve. Not only was she caught feeding from one she had fallen for, she brought him over into our existence.” Her words were marked with anger as she spoke, long sable tresses not bound up this night, letting to hang loosely down her back as her hands were pressed upon the table top before her, fingernails having dug into the hard oaken wood. The other six members of the council sat in silence and listened as Allirya re-counted the happenings to Melanthus. Isabella let out a rather loud grumbling hiss towards Allirya, the two women never truly having gotten along the fondest in the world. “I was NOT caught… I..” But before Isabella could finish her sentence, Melanthus had heard enough of what Allirya had told him and he turned his gaze towards Isabella.

“SILENCE! I did NOT give you permission to talk, Isabella. And until I -give- you such permission, you will remain silent till I hear ALL of what has been heard and seen.” His words were ones of biting authority. Perhaps filled with a bit of anger, but more on the commanding side as to not raise his own temper in such a heated moment. “Allirya, explain what you have seen and have heard, tell the council, then we will question you, Isabella” He glanced towards Isabella, knowing she will hold her tongue, for she would not dare cross Melanthus’s temper or authority.

“M`lord, Dalen had been out on the town the other eve, perusing along the streets looking for a comely wench to spend a few intimate hours with.” She started to recount the previous night, Melanthus leaning up behind his usual chair at the head of the council table as Isabella slowly lowered herself back into her chair for now, calming her temper. Allirya continued on with the information she had gathered, painting a rather vivid expanse of the happenings… “ He came across a rather nice tavern wench, intending to take her to his abode for the few pleasant hours he had in store for her. Though upon his way back to his abode, he had stopped in one of the nearby alley’s that ran the length of the town, having seen Isabella with her fellow that she had taken to recently in the past few months.” Isabella looked down the table’s length, shooting a glare towards the rather handsome, brown haired Dalen. He hardly took notice of it or even gave it a second thought as he sat silently and nodded in affirmation to what Allirya was telling.

Dalen was one of the few members of the clan to rarely speak his mind, but only when deemed necessary, and usually when it dealt with the clan as a whole or an uprising problem, did he speak his mind. And this was just one such case where he needed to tell what has happened, and sought out Allirya, her being the second one next to Melanthus who was in command so to say of the clan. “She had lured her gent, Damien, I believe is his name, into that very alleyway. From what Dalen had seen, she was in process of feeding, though with the wench at his side, he had to think fast and to get them both out of there before Isabella continued on her feast. Sadly to say, Dalen had no other choice but to hurry past the scene. He managed to block out the wench’s memory of what had been seen as they past, but after a time, he returned to see if Isabella had disposed of her meal properly. Only to find out that they were still there, huddled in the darkest corner of the alley, bunched up on one side of a trash urn.”

Isabella at that time curled her lips into a frown, knowing where this was leading as her head tilted down to gaze upon the wooden and black marble inlaid table before her. Her breathes short, yet even as the honey colored tresses fell slightly over her left eye, obscuring it from view. Allirya turned her gaze from Melanthus and the others of the council, moving her way towards Isabella with a silent yet uncanny grace of her original noble heritage. “ But you see, our dear Isabella had no intentions of eating and running. No, she took it upon herself to bring Damien across into our world without permission of the council, nor of yours, M`lord.” Upon the ending of that speech, Allirya was standing exactly right behind Isabella’s chair, hands having come up to rest on its back as she looked from one council member to the other, then finally at Melanthus. Melanthus was silent, save for the one time in speech to Isabella. A look of thought was creasing his brow as he nodded to Allirya. “That will suffice, Allirya. Now, Isabella, pray tell why you did this, and why you had not come before the council to express your wishes so we could express our own insight and wisdom into this? Don’t you know that what you have done was not only against the council rules, but puts us not only with another member we now have to look out for, but that if it was not Dalen who had caught you, it very well could have been someone Else?”

His words hit home and hard, causing Isabella to jerk a bit in her chair as her eyes came up to light upon Melanthus. That frown was still creased along her pale lips as she sighed in thought for a moment. “Yes… Sir. I knew I should have come to you and the council for permission, but that night was not intended to happen as it did. Yes, I will not deny that I do care about Damien, but he knew what I was, and knew that I could feed from him when necessary. He was willing to give himself to me for when I should need it.” She took a slight breath as she slowly pushed herself out and away from the table, long honey blonde hair flowing down to her lower back as she turned to glare at Allirya with a not so friendly hiss. Allirya was not one to be trifled with either as in that instant her hand came up and raked across Isabella’s cheek, letting one elongated nail graze down along her left cheek, and drawing blood. Just as quickly as it was done, Allirya had ceased, stepping back from Isabella as the small wound bleed down to let a few small droplets splatter upon the marble in front of her. Isabella hissed in more anger and bared her fangs, though Melanthus stepped in as he bellowed out "THAT will be ENOUGH you two. Allirya SIT Down NOW. This is MY time, NOT yours, so either you sit or I shall have Micheal remove you from this meeting.

She did as Melanthus commanded, moving back to the chair at the far end of the table. Isabella reached up and ran her hand to cover the wound over her pale flesh, though the healing already taking place beneath her hand. Now; continue, Isabella. She nodded towards him and started her story once more; Yes, ill admit I over-indulged that night, for I had gotten carried away with Damien. I had drained him to low, to low for his body to maintain his life. When I had seen what I had done, I could not sit there and let him die in my arms because of my own selfish and careless actions. I asked him while I held him if he would join me, join me on this side, to share all that I was.

Melanthus nodded in silence as his hands once again rested on the back of his chair, keeping his gaze leveled and on Isabella. He knew what he was getting into, and he accepted it, so after having given his permission, I brought him across. She sighed softly, though a smile pulled at the corners of her lips. Her eyes lifted and met Melanthus's, the fire within them having subsided as she took note of his understanding. Isabella, you know you broke the rules, and you did admit to your acceptance of that. But dear child, let me give you one last, and final warning, which also goes for any of you. He gazed around to all of the council members at that moment, even to the miffed Allirya as he spoke.."If I -ever- hear of anyone else taking and bringing a mortal into our realm without the soul consensus of this council or my acceptance, be warned and understand that I -will- make sure you never do it again. Isabella, consider this your first and only warning. Now, leave my sight and tend to Damien, for once he comes to, he will need to be taught and told what he is experiencing. She nodded and stood up, shuffling past Melanthus and out the door in a hurry to get out of their sight, feeling her insides having been turned inside out more than once that eve. "This meeting is now adjourned." And with that he turned and moved out of the room himself, leaving Dalen and the others along with Allirya, quite silent now. He had spoken and deemed what he thought necessary to them all. He could not let them make anymore foolish mistakes, for the next time, it could be the end of them all.

The darkened hallways was only lit by a few gleaming torches that hung along the wall. The light just barely enough to chase the shadows away as Melanthus walked down the hallway to his usual place of brooding, his study. His feet thumped across the floorboards on the way towards the plush sitting chair. In mid stride he stopped, looking around the room as if in thought and turned towards the bar that was nestled in the darkened corner of the room. As he neared the wall torches that were hung up in the elaborate sconces, made to look like gargoyle statuettes, flickered slowly to life. Within mere moments a soft light was bathing the room in a light glow. Melanthus walked around to the backside of the bar, spotting his half empty container of bourbon. Odd, he thought... that till now it had been centuries since he even desired the rich dark liquid. With a grunt and a shake of his head, he reached for a small crystal glass, sitting it on the bar top as his other hand reached out and tenderly grasped the bourbon bottle and uncorked the stopper. His eyes gazed down upon the bottle as he held it within his grasp, almost as if thinking on what he was doing. Slowly his hand tilted and poured the liquid from the bottle, the light splashing of the liquid moistening the glass with all its warmth as it was filled to the brim.

Within moments the door was pushed open, and in the darkened entry way stood a rather familiar form, even if darkened by the blackness that surrounded the sleek, if not alluring form. “ So this is where you have gone to, m`lord.” The soft voice gave away instantly who was there, for the shadows parted slowly to reveal the one he loved. Melanthus looked up, a slight smile creasing his lips as he left the bottle upon the bar and walked away with the small glass in his hand. “Yes, imp sorry m`love that I did not come and get you. But seems that Isabella has come to making her own rules within this clan.” A quirked brow rose upon those finely chiseled features of Larynda as she walked into the dim light of the torches. Her steps soft upon the floor as the door innately shut behind her. Her long tresses pulled up along the sides of her face and tied back with a black satin string. “ Isabella? How so? She's usually not one of such outright action... she’s always been the quiet kind, if not a bit high spirited at times.” “Usually yes, she’s always been of that sort.. but seems she’s fallen within my footsteps and taken a lover. I did not have a problem with her taking a lover, but...” His head shook slightly side to side as he lifted the glass to his lips to taste of the dark liquid. Larynda neared him and glided into the sofa beside him as he sat, smoothing out the rather slinky black satin dress that

Melanthus had bought her some years back. “But what m`lord? What has she done that has you so concerned and worried?” Her eyes shifted from gazing down at the glass he lowered from his lips to focus directly upon his with a questioning look. “ She’s brought him into our realm, brought him across that barrier that is not allowed. There are rules to follow within the clan and they are put into place for a very good reason. If she had come to me about this, instead of taking it upon her own actions, perhaps I would of given her permission right then to bring him over... but she had to go against those rules and do it anyways.” Within his eyes a darkened fire sparked for an instant. Perhaps of annoyance, perhaps of anger... Larynda knew not, but she could tell from the way he spoke, and the fact that he was drinking, definitely told her that he was indeed perturbed with Isabella.

“What else has you so worked up. Yes Isabella did go against all that she was told NOT to do, but there’s more to this than you are telling me m`lord.” With a sigh he placed his glass upon a nearby lamp table and turned to look fully at Larynda. His hands reached out slowly and grasped hers within his. “Perhaps you are right my love. It was not only Isabella this night that had me riled up, but also Allirya. Seems them to had it out before I found the whole council in the main meeting hall. I will have to admit that both ladies are indeed high spirited, but damnations they have to learn to get along and think before they do things. If they continue to make such foolish mistakes and petty arguments amongst the clan, I will be forced to end it all. Though I hope the latter never has to happen.”

Larynda grimly nodded, knowing that this was indeed, at least from Melanthus’s sight, an important issue. The rules were set up in the clan, specifically stating that no one was to bring another into the realm of the dead without the full consensus of the council. If gone against, that can and usually does cause not only friction within the clan, but means that the clan has grown more, meaning basically another mouth to now feed and keep an eye on.

Melanthus lifted the glass of liquor once more to his lips, tasting the warming sweetness as it rushed over his chilled lips. A murmured sigh escaped them as he drank fully from its depths, though his eyes partially closed, yet stayed leveled upon Larynda’s form. Not only was he drinking of the brandy, but also of Larynda’s form. He noted her grim expression on her face, yet seemed to give her a bit of re-assurance, to let her know that he would be fine, even if a bit on the perturbed side still. A soft caressing sensation, like that of soft velvet upon the skin, coursed thru her body suddenly, sending her into a cascade affect of shivers. How he always loved doing that to her at the most unexpected time. His eyes watched her closely, seeing her body tremble with the sensations as each and every one was felt as it ran thru her. How he could tell how each single, yet sensual feeling swept thru her, how it seeped deep inside her darkest corner of her heart and soul. It was almost as enigmatic and enthralling to her as it was to him, to be able to feel everything as it was indeed meant to be.

Her eyes fell shut as she let her body ease into the feelings. The sensations increased nearly ten fold within the matter of a few moments, nearly bringing her to her knees. Melanthus grinned from ear to ear, then without warning, let his fingertips glide down her cheek then slowly and lightly as a feather let them caress down her neck. He thought to himself for a few moments, just watching her as he suddenly pulled his hand from within contact of her own pale flesh, causing those baby blues of hers to suddenly snap up towards his eyes and glimmer back into his own darkened pools. Melanthus chuckled heartily as he looked down at her. Larynda shook her head after a moment or so, laughing lightly beneath her own words as she forced out between breaths..” Oh you so do love doing that to me whenever you get the chance, don’t you m`lord?” He did not have to reply as that grin told her all she needed to know.

A few minutes had passed as she remained kneeling on the floor in front of him before she finally managed to snake up into a chair beside Melanthus, chuckling the whole time. “So m`lord, when is this grand ball you so talked about so often? And do nae say ye do not speak of it, for I have only to think about it and I can sense your thoughts on it.” Melanthus grinned even more broadly as he shook his head. “ Oh, its coming soon enough m`dear. Do not fret over it for it is not the time as of yet for me to speak of it to you .” Larynda raised a slender brow at that, lips furrowing into a rather thoughtful look. “ Hrmm… is there something about this ball I should not know of m`lord, or you just teasing me yet again?”

He thought of a way to try and divert her questions away from this subject, only to find his own ears perk up at the sound of the doorbell being rung from the front of the massive structure that housed them. A scurrying of feet were heard moments later passing by the room that he and Larynda were in, deftly making their way towards the huge aged oaken door. With a fluid catlike grace Melanthus stood up and walked silently towards the door of the room he and his beloved were in, gazing out and down the hallway towards the front door. His vision was obscured by a tall slender figure standing right in front of the door, Rochelle. He knew he kept her around for a reason, ah such the pity she was not as beautiful as she once had been. Sure the potion she took often helped keep her alive and still pretty, but as he noticed thru the years, and as he planned, had broke her spirit and turning her into his own slave that would do his bidding as commanded.

The door creaked open as Rochelle stood gazing out the door nearly movement less now, standing there. Melanthus arched a brow, wondering silently who exactly was at the door. Before Rochelle stood a middle aged woman, long black hair, deep blue eyes and a fairly slender form. The woman looked up with a grin at Rochelle, just about to speak when … “Yes? May I help you?” said Rochelle as she stood there with a rather blank expression upon her face. “Ah…yes, is Lord Melanthus in? I have a package for him, my name is Leynna.” Said the woman in a rather soft spoken English accent. “Yes, he is in, please enter and wait here for a moment.” She waited for Leynna to enter before letting the door shut a bit hard with a click. Leynna looked around the foyer with a gaze that only a true artist would use. Rochelle silently turned and headed back down the hallway, turning the corner and coming into a better view to Melanthus. He stood up straight and looked over his shoulder at Larynda, seeing her rather perplexed look spread over her porcelain features. Without a second thought he turned to look at Rochelle as she stood in front of Melanthus by now. “M`lord, there’s a Leynna to see you in the Foyer… shall I show her in or would ye care for me to tell her that you are not available at the moment?” “Show her in, I believe I know what she has to deliver for me.” With a nod Rochelle turned upon her feet and silently strode out of the room posthaste. Larynda still stood there with a lofted brow as she looked at Melanthus, wondering just who this Leynna was. “Who is this…” was all she could get out before Melanthus interrupted… “Leynna is a friend of mine that lives in town. I believe she has brought me something that I have ordered about a month ago, for you.”

That brought an even more curious look to her features, though Melanthus knew exactly what it was that Leynna had brought. With a blink of an eye, he was out the room and down the hall heading towards the foyer and where both Rochelle and Leynna were waiting.Leynna had entered into the foyer with a rather elongated box, tied up and wrapped in a satin finish looking wrapping paper the shade of crimson. A black velveteen bow adorned the top of the package as those cobalt blue eyes of Leynna’s looked up to catch the shadowy form of Melanthus entering into the foyer. “ You are dismissed Rochelle.” Rochelle departed upon hearing those words from Melanthus'’ lips, heading towards one of the side chambers off onto the right, closing the door behind her. “ M`lord Melanthus, I have brought yer gift as you have so specified on how to have it made.” “I was told it would not be ready for at least another 2 weeks, you have finished it this early?” He asked with his brows still furrowed. “Yes, M`lord. The materials came in earlier than expected, and since we were slow for the past few days, we managed to finish the gown with no problems.” He merely nodded, though a wicked grin slowly formed across his lips.

Larynda in the mean time had been wandering aimlessly around the study, waiting for Melanthus to return back. Though her curiosity was getting the best of her. She wanted to so much go see who was at the door, though knowing it was someone for Melanthus, a woman at that.. that it would be best for him to only go than for her to tag along. She knew that she had one heck of a jealous streak, probably why sometimes she got into a few snits with some of the other female council members from time to time. She could not –stand- seeing the other women hovering around Melanthus when she was not directly at his side. Actually.. not only could she not stand it.. but it infuriated her. She continued to pace around, not realizing that was what she was doing. She kept looking back over her shoulder towards the door, hoping to see Melanthus walk thru it at any moment now. But she knew he was still down the hall in the foyer, for she could faintly still make out the voices of him and his visitor. What could be taking so long? She sighed and continued to look around the room, then finally giving in as she dropped into a nearby plush chair, sinking into it to just sit and wait for him. Pacing was not making things better, but for some reason… she so much wanted to know what was going on, but she would find out once he returned, she just had to have patience.

A few minutes later he finally entered the study. The long boxed gift under his arm as he walked silently in. He had finished talking to Leynna and paid her the money he promised for her work. He did nothing but grin as he saw his beloved sitting with a rather bemused and confused look on her face as he stepped in with the box. Almost instantly her eyes lit up with a soft fire within their centers as she came to her feet and padded towards him. “That for me?” she managed to say with not only curiosity, but also excitement that was ringing thru her melodic voice. She came to stand right in front of him, the package snug gently beneath his arm as he chuckled more and slid a hand to retrieve the package and raise it above his head. “Perhaps it is m`dear, but you shall have to wait and see till later this eve to see if it is indeed yours to keep.”

At that thought, that sweet savoring thought of having a new “toy” from him made her groan in pure ecstasy as so many thoughts ran through her mind and her eyes locked on his for a few minutes. Melanthus knew what she was doing, he could feel her thoughts trying to slowly slip into his own so she could try to find out what and whom it was truly for. “Now m`dear, must you find ways to cheat?” He said with a hearty laugh and chuckle.

“But I just want to know what it is!” She replied, and all he could do was laugh even more as he shook his head as he made eye contact with her. “ Later, my love… later.” A sigh mixed with a groan escaped her lips as she muttered something beneath her breath. “Always later…..” He lofted a brow as he looked at her as she flopped rather ungracefully into a nearby chair and she crossed her legs over each other. She was hoping that he had not heard that, but on the contrary he did. “ Ah.. well, all good things always come later, do they not my dear?” She looked up at him, almost childlike as she smiled a bit towards him. “Yes, I suppose you are right.

A few hours had passed, Melanthus sat in the study room, drinking his brandy and reading a book, while Larynda had moved to lay down upon one of the nearby fur rugs, stretching out upon it. Eventually she grew weary of this game, and stood up to take her leave of the room, to go out in search of something.. a bit more entertaining. Melanthus turned his eyes up from what he was reading, the package though still at his side upon the floor. She had not tried to get to it since her agreement to wait till later. But to her later had already come and gone.. even though it was still well before midnight."Leaving so soon?" His voice rang out. His voice was not showing any annoyance or anger, more or less a softness to it, unlike his harshness and firm tone he uses towards everyone else in the clan."For a bit yes. I am growing a bit on the tired side of just sitting around here with nothing to do. If you don't mind, I think I'm gonna go out and perhaps do a bit of hunting tonight before you give me the gift you promised me this night." A wicked smile creased along her lips, showing the tips of her fangs as they poke beneath her upper lip a bit.

"Do be careful my love, remember what I have told you and taught you. You do not want to end up in that state you were in so long ago, for you had me worried beyond comprehension." His words rang true, yet cold like ice as she remembered that god forbidden time of pain. Her body twitching as the thought races through her mind, almost giving her cause to stop and decide not to go out this night. "I shall be careful m`love, you know I have learned my lesson since then. Besides, I shall not be gone all that long, trust in me." He chuckled lightly as he stood up, crossing the floor to stand to the side of her where she stood. "Yes I know you have learned...but that still does not mean I don’t worry about you." His hand came up to brush lightly against the pale flesh of her cheek, causing her to lean into the light caress. She looked up at him lightly and nodded, then with a tilt of her chin she pressed a kiss to his lips, lingering on it before she turned away from him and made her way out of the room and towards the outdoors.

A few minutes passed, and Melanthus remained sitting at his desk with the book splayed out in front of him. His grin once again returned as he stood up from the wooden chair and placed the book down upon the oaken table. He side-stepped to the right, bending down to retrieve the box upon hearing the glass french doors down the hall close behind Larynda as she made her way out to feed and have a bit of 'fun' as she called it. Perfect timing for him as he scooped up the box and made his way down the hall in the opposite direction, towards the stairwell that winded down towards the rooms below. The hallway was lit dimly with a few torches that linned the walls about 10ft down each side. The flames flickered with dark shadows that danced with the flames eternally. His footsteps fell silently against the stone floor, bringing him closer and closer to the room that he seeked. The door on the far end of the hall to the left, enscribed with the clan symbol etched upon the door ornately. Without a moments hesitation the door opened upon his thoughts, revealing the abode within as it was lit dimly with a few candles that stood in the corners of the room, and upon a small nightstand next to the bed. He made his way into the room, the door shutting silently as it had opened.

The room danced with shadows upon the walls as the flames flickered upon the ends of the candles, bathing the walls in a luminescent glow even as dimly lit as it was. His eyes closed as he took in a deep scent of the room. The scents of jasmine and vanilla wafted off a few of the smaller candles that were lit on the nightstand. How he loved the room... how it has changed since bringing his love into his life. He took a few strides over to the bed, placing the box upon the black and crimson satin comforter, then sitting down himself as he looked around the room. Memories of how dismal his abode use to be... how many nights he spent alone in here, alone and very much miserable. One hand lifted to push aside one of the black sheers that encompased the whole bed, being a four poster bed there were four all together, letting his fingertips graze along the material as he sat there and thought of only her, her scent and that animalistic gaze that was always evident in her eyes.

"I do hope she is careful. I know how she thinks..and how she loves the adventure and chase of a good meal, but sometimes she goes too far. Though from the look in her eye, she indeed knew that I meant what I said." The box lay upon the bed next to him as he himself laid down upon the bed, looking up at the ceiling that hovers over him. What to do for her surprise. Should he just let her open the box as is.... or should he adorn it upon a model and let her marvel over it? His brows lofted in thought as after a few minutes he slowly sat up and looked around the room. He spotted across the way a pair of vintage changing panels that Larynda use to use to change behind before her and Melanthus got so close and intimate as they are now. With a quick stand he moved over behind the panels, looking behind as he was correct into thinking..that indeed there was a mannequin behind it that was used to hem and fix dresses that she wore.

His grin broadened as he made his way back towards the bed where he had placed the boxed up dress and scooped it up in his hands to adorn it upon the mannequin that was present. She would be back soon, she never took to long with her 'meals' generally, unless she found one that she liked and would in that case keep around for future feedings. Not many could keep her interest nowadays since her tastes had moved along with the times, but there were those rare few that did have a oh so sweet taste to them.

He stood there, gazing upon the creation that was before him as he straightened it out in its full glory and grace. A dress fit for a princess, as he would conceive it. The woman had definitely good taste in materials and colors, definitely it was worth the small bundle he spent upon it all. Across the room the clock chimed two in the morning, denoting that its almost time for when his beloved would return to the room for a bit of relaxation from her night time prowling and feeding. A chuckle escaped his throat as he made his way back to the bed and sat upon its edge, then slowly shedding his overcoat to rest and recline back upon the pillows in his usual white billowy poets shirt and black slacks. Now all that was needed to do was wait for her to return to the room, where he would reveal the surprise then to her. A surprise indeed, and a rather lovely one for a very lovely lady.

Ten minutes passed and he sensed her presence returning to the familiar shadowy halls that were alive with candlelight. She was making her way down the flight of winding stairs that lead to the lower chambers, to the rooms where all the council members were, and as well as her and Melanthus's room. It was a good nights hunt, she had found a rather delicious meal. A Italian from Italy was visiting some friends that he had made. He was not of nobility, but his blood tasted of that honey she had remembered tasting from Madam Jericha's from so long ago. It had brought back so many memories, rather fond ones, but also ones of pain as well. That is what made her so careful that night, she remembered the piercing, white hot pain that seared thru her body and not wanting another repeat of it ever. Putting those rather tormented thoughts aside, she turned the corner and made her way towards the far end where she noted the faint glow of light coming from beneath the door as it ebbed out into the hallway. Her eyes looked upon the door with an inner flame that was ever burning, feeling the familiar presence of Melanthus within the chamber. Without a hesitation she opened the door and stepped inside only to see Melanthus sprawled out upon the top of the bed, apparently asleep? Asleep.. of all things?? Well, that was going to change, at least she had thought. She made her way towards the bed, deciding to be a bit perhaps on the sneaky side as she let her form slowly shift and phase out to take the form of the mist that she had become very good at holding for longer periods of time than any of the other council members.

Slowly but surely she wafted towards the bed, letting the shadows caress her along the way, feeling the loving sensations she was surrounded by in the room. She seeped up under the sheets, her body slowly conforming and solidifying right next to Melanthus, though hidden beneath the satin and silk sheets. Melanthus on the other hand was not asleep as she had thought, he was mearly letting her have her fun. Why take away from the suspense that he was letting her do, it was entertaining and enjoyable. She always had a vivid imagination and he was rather fond of it himself.

A whispery tendril of her fingers brushed lightly against his cheek while soft murmured words escaped her lips right next to his ear..." Hello, m`lord, seems I am not the only one who has had an eventful night." He stirred lightly as if waking from a long slumber, letting those eyes of his open and gaze upon the lovely vixen that had stolen his very soul the night he brought her across. "Aye, that I have m`love, I was beginning to wonder if you were staying out all night with some new 'toy' you had come across." He chuckled as he leaned up and kissed her crimson lips softly, as she returned the affection twice fold. "Mmm.. well, no m`lord I could not stay away from you that long, besides I have not forgotten about the package you got earlier tonight. " He laughed even louder as he sat upright next to her and lifted his fingers, waving them in the general direction of the panels where the mannequin was and looked at her with that grin that he was infamous for. "If you so want to see the package, its back there waiting for you."

She looked in the direction he was pointing, smiling fondly to him as she slithered out from beneath the sheets, though rather naked to say the least. That had caught him off guard, having not expected her to be so eager and enticing. He should have expected it.. but ahhh.. well, he loves a good surprise every now and then. His eyes roamed freely over her form as she made her way towards what was behind the panels. A moment later she disappeared behind them and a gasp was heard escaping her lips. " I do hope it's to your liking. Only the best for the most lovely of ladies."

For the first time she was speechless as she looked at the gown that was before her. A crimson red ballgown made of pure silk, with a satin underlay beneath. Small pearls adorned the bodice around the v-shaped neckline, scooping dangerously along her cleavage. Long elegant sleeves caressed where her arms would be, ending in a v-shape cut at her wrists with delicate black lace along the edges. From the waist down a small strip of silk was fastened in place with a bow accenting the open back that would reveal the porcelain look of her skin. It was exquisite! The skirt flaring out at the waist as all current style ballgowns of this era would, but more in the princess shape that was famous by all the young women. One last detail was giving this gown its look, the black lace that was lining the underside of the dress, just barely visible at the hem of the crimson material. Folds upon folds of the elegant material were evident as she kneeled down to let her fingers run along the satin and silk.

"Well, I take that as a yes you do approve of it. Why not try it on and show it off?" How could she not resist the elegance of the gown and his words just increased her heart to beat faster as she reached up and unclasped it from around the mannequin, gliding her body into the gown. The feel of the satin and silk upon her form caused chills to rush along her spine and arms. " It's... beautiful" She said as she stepped out from behind the panels, revealing a breathtaking view for him. She was a goddess reborn in that gown. His breath was stolen away as he sat upright and gazing at her. She stood there halfway between the panels and the bed, letting her hands run along her sides and chest as she smoothed out the material with her fingertips. "Beautiful... simply beautiful." He uttered as she smiled, actually blushing for the first time in centuries. "I.. I don't know what to say m`lord...." "Say nothing m`love.. nothing at all. The look in your eyes and upon your lips tells all, more than words could ever say."

She could do nothing but smile even more as she made her way over towards him as he stood up from the edge of the bed and held out his arms towards her and she slipped into them, hugging him tightly. "So this was the well kept secret you had been planning on for the past few weeks. Its beautiful." She murmured softly against his ear as she rested her chin upon his shoulder. He sighed and chuckled happily as he lifted her up slightly from the floor and twirled her around in his arms. "Yes it is, now you see why I would not tell ye what the surprise was, seeing how I wanted to see your reaction upon seeing the gown." She laughed lightly and about as happily as he had ever heard her do in a very long time. Indeed she was more than content for once.. happy to the utmost extreme was more like it.

"Yes now I see, but please put me down!" She laughed as he placed her back upon her own feet, laughing still more as she grinned devilishly at him. "This gown must have cost you a fortune to buy, but I won't ask how much, would depress the mood." She snickered as he looked at her with a lofted brow and laughed heartily. She smoothed the gown over her frame once more before she headed back behind the panels to change back out of it. "Tired of it already my love?"

She stepped behind the panels and proceeded to take off the gift, placing it upon a nearby hanger as she spoke up..."Nay, I will never tire of it m`love. I just don't want to wrinkle it or dirty it up. Besides, the ball is coming up soon as I recall you saying, and I assume I'm to wear this to it. Hence I do not wish to ruin it till that time." He grinned and laid down upon the bed as he watched her silhouetted form behind the panels start to redress in her previous clothes. "No we can't have that now can we?" He smirked as another chuckle escaped him. She slowly walked out from behind the panels, fixing her long tresses as she headed over towards him. "Nay, we cant, and 'tis getting late if I'm not mistaken, and I'm a bit on the tired side, so shall we retire for the night m`love?" She whispered to him as she slid down onto the bed right in front of him and laid there, smiling up at him. "Hrmm.. that it is indeed. So I take it you wish to sleep now?" He murmured back to her as he stroked her cheek lightly with his fingertips. She nodded and smiled up at him as she turned her head and kissed his wrist lightly. He sighed, smiling all be it and gave in, wrapping his arms around his beloved and snuggling in close to her. She did the same against him and rather promptly fell asleep from having a rather long evening to say the least. One last kiss was placed upon her forehead as they both drifted off to slumber in each others embrace.

The next few days passed and came, the nights rather quiet for once as the few minor disturbances with the clan finally settled down. Isabella and her new 'mate' were doing fine and well. He was still adjusting to the new life of his, and at times found it hard to believe what had happened. Aside from that, things had become pretty good. Larynda grew more and more anxious for the ball to come around, and Melanthus could feel her anticipation as it ebbed thru her veins. Finally the night before the ball had come, and Larynda was more and more jovial. Every moment she got she went and looked at the dress as it hung on the seamstresses mannequin. God how she could not wait to be in it again. On one of her distracted moments, Melanthus came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, " So, you ready for tomorrow night my dear?" He asked as she leaned back in his embrace. "More so than you think m`lord.. I just can't wait!" The sound of excitement that came out of her throat made him laugh. He never knew how much she had missed going to such events. She always had the utmost fun when she was at one. London was always filled with the most outstanding balls and parties. Though he himself was not much of a party person, he could tell his love was. He went mearly for her, to keep her happy and to snoop around some of the more well off to do that always seemed to show up at these get togethers. Usually there were enough rumors that floated around that would give him information on who was around, and what has happened to date in the more wealthy classes. Not only that, but kept him abroad on any others of his clan that would come to such things in search of some good tasting meals.

The whole castle was in a bustle. All the clan members knew of the ball, and most of them had intended to go, cept for a few who would stay behind, not interested in the least of such regal occasions. Alliyra was planing on attending, as was three other members of the clan.. Dareal, Anthony and Leanna. Leanna was a dark-haired brunette with a saucy mentality as Larynda herself. Though leanna had more .. delicate.. tastes in her snacks. But she was none the less one of the more easier to get along with clan members. She had a spirit that would span centuries, though which it has... seeing as Leanna was over 425 years old, only a hundred years or so older than Larynda herself. Dark brown eyes adorned her face, with the same pale complexion like everyone else. Though Leanna's face was a bit more finely chiseled. Leanna spoke fluently in Italian and english of course, along with a few other sparse languages. Dareal and Anthony were the two elders of the clan, with the exception of Melanthus. Dareal was a black-haired man, eyes the darkest of sea green with a tall slender frame, standing righteously nearly six feet tall. He had been a baron once, till his untimely death of sorts. He was always found going to such regal occasions. Though he usually went not for the rich blood that was there, mearly for a companion he has been in search of for many years. A beautiful woman he had met at such a ball, who stole his heart. He's been in search of her ever since, and has at times been found in one of the many studies sitting alone, pondering as to where she could have gone to. Anthony, now he was a enigma of sorts. He was always the pacifist in all that took place at the castle. Though on many occasions he was known to be one of the most hot tempered ones there, only because over half the time, he was right in his judgements. His hair was just as black as Dareals, though much longer, reaching mid-way down his back. Usually it was pulled back into a lengthy ponytail, though often when idly sitting around at the castle, it was left undone and flowing behind him. Often he was found wearing just pants and a t-shirt. Not really one that would wear more formal clothing for anything, unless it was a very special occasion, and demanded such attire.

The night creeped along slowly as the wee hours of the morning started to blossom beneath the black velvet kissed skies. Everyone was getting ready for the ball, laying out what clothes they intended to wear, and making plans on who they would meet up with once at the gathering. Larynda made her rounds thru the halls, talking to Alliyra and to Leanna as to what they were wearing and for the most part, gossiping to kill some of the time. After spending a few hours with the women, the clock in the main foyer began to chime to the hours as it counted along. Five chimes chorded and noted, and Larynda decided twould be wise and time to head back to the room her and her beloved shared.

Down the spiral stairway that lead to the chambers below the main floor of the castle, she walked silently thru the darkened hallway as her fingers reached out to one wall and idly dragged her nails along the stoneworked walls. A tired smile lingered upon her lips as she thought that the ball was only a mear 8 hours away now. She laughed a bit, tilting her head back as if she was a young child once more that had just gotten a huge lollypop to savor. That subtle, yet loud laugh echoed down the hallway as she continued on her way towards her room. She knew that Melanthus would be sleeping, and did not wish to disturb him, yet she had a feeling with that laugh she might have just ruined that idea. Oh well, t`was not like it was the end of the world, and besides, she thought.. Melanthus knew how eager for this ball she was and that she would most likely not come to his side till late in the morning anyways. Which of course he was correct on that assumption as she came upon her door, reaching out to turn the handle and quietly slip in. The shades had been drawn and closed tightly, a few small candles burned effortlessly upon two small nightstands on either side of the bed. And there upon the black satin sheets, indeed asleep was her sire, and beloved. A sigh caught in her throat as she looked upon his slumbering frame. How she loved how he slept, the peaceful look upon those stern lips of his.

She shut the door behind her, a soft click echoing behind her as it locked. She made her way towards the bed, stripping off bit by bit each piece of clothing she wore, which indeed was not much in truth. Within moments she pulled aside the sheets, slipping her nude body beneath the sheets and slowly up against Melanthus, nestling in against his broad chest. Her eyes closed slowly in anticipation of the following night, her mind swimming with all that could happen and would happen at the ball. Strong arms came down around her frame, pulling her closer to his own. Her lips splayed in a sleepy smile as neither of them said a word, course neither had to as she remain nestled upon him and with the last thought of him in her mind, she fell asleep against him with that smile still splayed upon her lips. He did the same, nuzzling his face into her long silken locks for a few moments, then settling into their long sleep for the night.. or day as some would say.

While everyone slept, those that were the servants of the clan had gone and started to clean the interior of the castle style keep. Each maid and servant taking a section of the house and going thru it with a fine tooth comb, cleaning off any unwanted cobwebs, dust kitties, and anything else that would be unwelcome to the eye of visitors. Brooms were brought in to clean the floors, as well as reach any out of reach cobwebs in far corners of room ceilings. This would be the first time in several years that the whole house would get a complete cleaning. The hours passed rather quickly for the servants, a few of them having finished off the rooms they were in and upon checking with a few of the others, soon headed to bed themselves to get some shut eye before the nights events. Only a few remained awake, to make sure that if there were any visitors that someone would be awake to take messages and deliveries from them.

Night finally fell, the clock chimed five-thirty in the evening and slowly everyone started to come around and wake up. The bustling of feet were heard upon the floor above the lower chambers where most of everyone slept and had their rooms. Only 2 hours now before the gala started, and the servants had to run around, gathering every ones needed items for their outfits. The maids made their way down the hall, towards the spiral stairwell that lead below to the rooms where everyone slept. Slowly one by one the women knocked on the doors to everyone's rooms, rousing them from their sleep to aid in helping those going to the gala ball to prepare themselves.

The final room to be knocked upon was the Master's chambers, where Larynda and Melanthus slept. A soft rapping at the door echoed into the quiet room beyond. The two sleeping forms sound asleep upon the antique style four poster bed, not even the slightest bit awaken by the knocks that were trying to get their attention. A few more knocks, and a turn of the knob as a fairly young girl, slowly pokes her head in thru the small opening in the door as she looks around. By far the youngest of the maids there, known as Ashley. She was not kindred, unlike some of the servants there. She looked perhaps sixteen years of age, a very shy girl, keeping mainly to herself. "M`lord..tis time." Her words were whispered towards the two embraced forms beneath the sheets on the bed on the nearby wall. Slowly a bit of stirring started from beneath the sheets, obviously Melanthus as a bit of a groan and hiss escaped his lips. "M`lady.. 'Tis time to wake, or ye will be late for the ball..." Her tiny hand came up to knock upon the door jam to the room, the echo finally reaching the couples ears as they both started to come to from their deep sleep.

The young girl remained in the doorway, peeking in like a small door mouse as Larynda's eyes slowly parted, awakening for once before Melanthus. "Ashley, 'Tis it time already? It..feels as if I have only just gone to sleep." "'Tis time, yes, m`lady. The others are being aroused right now from their sleep. The ball is in neigh two hours from now." With that news, Larynda sat up slightly in the bed, causing Melanthus to finally come around as the sheets lowered, revealing his chest and the set of sheets clenched to her chest to keep other's prying eyes off.

"Hrm.. 'Tis time already?" He spoke as he laid there beside his beloved. Larynda turned her gaze towards him, smiling so fondly down upon him. "Aye it is, only two hours before we must depart, so I guess I should go get ready? As should you." A bit of a lazy chuckle escaped his lips as he lifted a hand and playfully swatted at some of the bare skin beside him. A blink of her eyes and she laughs, though Ashley still remaining silent at the door, keeping her lips pursed in a bit of a smile. "M`lady, do ye need my help in helpin ye get ready for the night?"

Larynda blinked her eyes, tilting her head to gaze out the corners of those blue orbs. Melanthus just chuckled, that impish grin creasing his lips as slowly she slid out from beneath the sheets. "Yes, I believe I shall need a bit of help in preparing for the nights events, if ye can help me, Ashley?" Ashley stood there, giggling as she stepped into the view of the two a bit more clearly. She was a cute young girl, long flaxen brown hair down to her waist, usually worn with a pale yellow ribbon that held the tresses back from her narrow face. Brown doe eyes were always alive with a gentle laughter, yet they tend to seem so quiet and innocent compared to those around her. The thought of seeing such innocence in a place of 'evil', was just unheard of during that time period, though seems that people don't always go with the times.

Though, not all were thought of as evil, those that stayed at the ancient castle, were more than trustworthy to the clan. Ashley closed the door behind her, the audible click of the lock echoing into the otherwise quiet room. As she headed towards the armoire to retrieve the gown for the nights events, larynda went skittering across the floor, acting like a giddy schoolgirl on her first date.

Ashley shook her head, reaching up and pulling out the crimson gown. Her eyes blikied as she looked at the sheer beauty of it, thedelicate black lace that peeked from underneath the crimson velvet, letting hte mind of the young firl imagine what it will look like once its on. Larynda in the meantime had skittered her way into the bathroom, knowing full well that she had to take a nice long soaking bath to sooth her jittery nerves.

While the two women were busy, Melanthus sat up straight in the bed merely watching Ashley as she stared awestruck at the gown. "Exquisite, is it not?" Ashley blinked her eyes a bit more, causing her a bit of distress as his words leaped into her mind. "Yes, it is beautiful, Sire. I am sure it will make m`lady beautiful to those who see her in it." She bit her lip a bit, then let a grin slowly crease those pale lips of hers. "Of course, ye could get me one as well, ah, to dream of such." All he could do was laugh at her brazeness. Her own shy spirit, yet forwardness reminded him so much of Larynda in her earlier years.

"In due time Ashley, the holiday's are not that far away." Ashley laughed as she moved thru the room, hanging the gown up on one of the coat racks to straighten out for the nights occasion. Meanwhile, Larynda had ran a nice warm bath for herself to soak in. A few added perfume bath beads had filled the room with oddly enough scent of jasmine, as her body soaked beneath the waters surface.

Melanthus slipped from beneath the sheets, the shadows playing along his naked form as he walked towards his own armouir to retrieve his suit. Upon openint he armouir, silent hands slipped in, searching for a particular suit with a certain emblem upon the upper left lapel of his suit; a blood red rose. As the suit was hefted onto the bed, its appearance looked for the most part, normal. Jet black in color, with a silver trim along the edges of the hemming. He stood looking at the suitt, then lifting his gaze to look over at Ashley with a snicker escaping his lips. Sometimes, it was worth being so evil minded. Ashley did not look up from her chore, mainly feeling the heat rush into her cheeks as she smiles. "Ye know i will nae look at ye, m`lord, when y are nae dressed." "Yes, i know young one, but i do love seeing you blush." She blinked, then with a laugh, snatched a nearby towel, looking up long enough tto send it sailing across the room to land squarely in Melanthus's chest. It was just then that clad in an ivory towel that larynda came waltzing back into the room. Her brows knitted together in a puzzled look as she gazed between the two. "Seems that i have missed something, M`lord?" She asked questioningly as Ashley fell into a fit of giggles and Melanthus just shrugged his shoulders. "Hrm, perhaps you did, M`love, but i assure you it was all in good taste."

All she could do was laugh herself as she shook her head at the two. "I do nae think `twould be wise of ye to go as plainly dressed as ye are, M`lord, i dare say ye might give some of the more feint of heart an attatck." Melanthus laughed heartily as he replied over at her, "Quite right, m`dear, right you are." He then proceeded to dress himself appropriately one piece at a time as Ashley started working on Larynda's hair and face, working magic, as some would say.

By the time Ashley was done with all the make-up, Larynda was looking like a countess. Melanthus had finished dressing and had turned his gaze to look at the two women. A soft whistle echoed thru the room as the two women looked over in his direction, giggling. "Well, i presume she passes yer test, Sire?" "Most indeed she does, Ashley. You can work magick indeed on the most beautiful of them all."

Ashley beamed over at Melanthus as Larynda turned to see his approval written all over his face. Her pale complexion was even more enchanced, given a startling resemblance to that of a fine porceline doll. The rouge and eye shadow complimented her so well, in fact, perfectly. He stood there, arms folded across his chest, whistling once again. All that was left now was for her to put on her gown and fix her hair.

After several long minutes, the crimson gown was fitted around her form. The low neckline and lace accentuated her image as a head full of shimmering curled locks cascaded along her cheeks, ending in billowy wisps. The long strands of hair were pulled up in a french twist behind her head, leaving a few loose ones to brush against her cheeks. Black lace peeked out from beneath the bottom of the dress, brushing ever so softly against her ankles.

Melanthus grinned even more as he walked up to her, a small box in hand. "We can not forget these, now could we?" Larynda stared at the small box witha perplexed look. Slowly he lifted the top, revealing a set of gorgeous rubies inset in an elegant choker and matching earings in a tear-drop shape. Larynda grinned as her fingertips brushed along the gems, turning slowly before him and lifting up a few loose strands of hair as she said, " Nay, we could not now, could we, m`lord." She grinned as he drapped the line of jewels around her throat.

As the choker was clasped behind her neck, Melanthus leaned over and places a sensual kiss to her skin. She turned to look at him, smiling rather tenderly to him. "We best take our leave, m`lord, before we are late, along with everyone else."

He grinned and nodded towards her, "I suppose you are correct, tho we shall have our time later." Ashley watched the two with her usual wicked grin, shaking her head. "M`lord, M`lady, ye best all be goin upstairs, im sure everyone is waiting for you to arrive."

Minutes later, above in the foyer, the rest of the clan had gathered together to talk amongst themselves. Two coaches had been sent for from the barn, now just to wait on them and for the lard and lady to join them as well. Outside two horse drawn carriages pulled up outside the front door, the horses neighing in unison as the warm steam from their nostrils and mouth billowed in the air around them.

It was about that time when Melanthus and Larynda entered the foyer and everyone turned in awe to see the pair decked out in their finest clothes. The other three women who were there, just gazed at her, more exactly the way the dress fitted her and as well the exquisite material of the gown she wore. They seemed almost envious of her. The men on the other hand, watched her move and looked at her like a pack of wolves in heat would. Tho all it took was one glance from Melanthus and the others cleared their throats and went about their business. Larynda just laughed as she shook her head. "Stop being so overly protective, M`lord, before you kill one of them with that stare of yours." Melanthus just lofted a brow and grinned, "Indeed, do you think so?" She rolled her eyes and chuckled as the other six members of the clan headed towards the door that one of the maids had opened. "Dress warmly folks, tis afterall a mid winter's eve." Melanthus said with a chuckle and one by one they all grabbed their jackets and shawls and climed into the appropriate carriages.

Everyone arrived at the ball without mishap. Both carriages emptied out and they all headed indoors to thwere the foyer opened into a huge cathederal height ceiling. The doorman bowed and took everyone’s coat and jacket as they entered the room. Larynda and Melanthus both gazed about the room, spying a few of the uppercrust of the town. The others made their way into the massive foyer, servants running in and out of the room thru various other doors and adjoining hallways. An elderly looking gentleman came forward with a toothy smile, dressed in a black tux, obviously a butler.

“Excuse me M`lord and M`lady, if you will follow me, I shall lead you into the ballroom.” Within moments, everyone filled in behind the butler as he opened the double wooden doors and moved to the side to allow them all to enter the room.

Music and laughter was filling the roomas a chandilier far overhead sparkled with all its inner beauty as the lights danced thru the crustal globes and illuminatd the ballroom. Huge banquet tables lined two of the walls, drapped in white snowflake patterned cloths. On top of one long table, there were various punch bowles on one end, follwed by an assortment of meats, vegetables and breads. On the other adjoining table, there were an assortment of pastries, pies and appetizers along with a cauldron of soup for those who wished for a bit of warmth in their bodies.

Women dressed in their taylor made gowns flocked through the room, conversing with each other and a few of the gentlemen, while some of the other Gents stood off to the side, smoking their cigars and sipping their brandy. The small orchestra was set off at the far wall as they played various melodies and tunes, even a few holiday seasonal tunes as well.

“If Ashley was only here to see this. “ A smug grin creased Larynda’s face as Melanthus lofted a brow and chuckled.

Soon everyone had gone into the main room, Dareal and Isabella paired off and headed for the dance floor. Dareal always was fond of such occasions like this, ever since that one woman he met many years ago, stole his heart. Tho he’s not seen her since, and the elder member of the clan, that he was, felt crushed when he lost touch of her. It was hard on him, afterall he had never married and being a baron had its heartaches and duties as well.

Isabella, on the other hand, had become quite smitten with the elder. Long strawberry blonde hair flowed over her shoulders, framing her ivory colored cheeks. Light hazel eyes peeked out from beneath long lashes as her hand extended into Dareals as he led her off onto the dance floor. They made such a cute couple, even tho they were not officially a pair.

Leanna and Anthony made their way across the room to mingle with some of the other guests that were standing around in a small group, chatting idly with one another. Leanna was wearing a very dark emerald green gown, short puffy sleeves enveloped her shoulders with white lace. The bodice was kept simple with a drawstring effect lacing all the way up the front to give off the look of the heart shape cut. Long dark brown tresses had been neatly pulled back into a french braid with a green and red ribbon intertwined together. Leanna was a good bit shorter than Anthony, practically half a foot shorter by far.

Anthony being the second eldest of the clan, was one of the more ‘noble’ of them all. Just like Dareal, Anthonly was just about as old. All his gracefullness would mislead a lot of people tho. Yes he could be charming, but he had a lot of experience of seducing and using his prey. Anthony had such blond hair that people often mistook it for almost white.

Then there ws Alliyra and Micheal. Alliyra had been one of the most outspoken of all the clan members. Those long sable tresses were left unbound, tho curled up on the ends in tiny ringlets. Besides her rather known outspoken voice, the dark emerald eyes were well known by most of the clan. Whenever there was trouble, she was the first to let Melanthus know. So not many people tried to lock gazes with those green orbs of hers for fear that she would see exactly what they were thinking. Tho in her current attire, she did not mind people looking at her. She had decided to wear a pale rose colored gown, buttoned up the back with a ribbon bow snapped into the place at the small of her back. Still most of the clan members were careful around her when it came to what they were planning. They did not want her gazing off going off and telling their Lord what they had done that evening.

Micheal had opted to be the known vixens date that evening. Most everyone was shocked when he accepted her offer. It’s not often that anyone is willing to handle her mentality and brazeness. Micheal had very short black hair, neatly trimmed with a pair of grey eyes that despite his youthfull look, his eyes showed a great deal of wisdom. He was also in his earlier years known as one of the castle pranksters. Yes, he enjoyed a good laugh, but he knew when enough was enough.

More and more people arrived thru the next few hours. Some well known members of the community, some mistresses of the wealthy class lords as well. Yes, it was definetly a rather interesting and colorful gathering of people. Melanthus and Larynda had split up for a while to greet those few forces that they knew from previous parties and engagements.

Larynda came across one of the Countess’s she had formerly met at an earlier ball. Her name, as she recalled at that instance, was Countess Julia D`Angelo. Julia’s family was rather rich, having to be dealing in mostly the sale of lavish keeps and castles thru out the lush countryside. Larynda always did have a good taste in her choice of snacks, even if she only toys with them.

A few hours passed and the huge ballroom had been filed to the maximum capacity. All the ladies and gentleman that filled the room were all having a grand time. Melanthus had come across one of his old acquaintances that was mingling with another one of the dukes. "Good eve m`lord Warren, and Lady Eiliene." Melanthus spoke as he walked up to the two with a brandy in hand. Eiliene turned up her gaze, smiling rather amiably, "Aye, m`lord, it tis a glorious ball. Tis also been a long time since i saw ye last." She said as she non-challantly slipped her arm in his. Those sea green eyes peering up thru a tuft of auburn tresses gave Melanthus a warming chill inside. "Yes, m`lady, it has been a long time. Tho i thought i would introduce you and the duke to my wife." He smiled fondly as right at that moment, Larynda had sauntered over to him, smiling rather brightly. Eiliene rather with a smug smirk upon her lips now removed her arm from his as Larynda glided her arm around his waist. Melanthus grinned down at his beloved minx of a wife as he then proceeded to introduce her to the two other people. “Lord Warren and lady Eiliene, let me introduce you to my wife, Larynda.” Both the lord and lady bowed towards her as she respectuflly did the same. “Pleasure to meet you, M`lady.” Warren said as Eiliene nodded, “Hello, M`lady.” Larynda returned the same politieness even if Eiliene had seemed a bit on the seething side. “Tis a pleasure to meet ye both as well.” She smiled as Melanthus leaned over and presses a soft kiss to her forehead. Eiliene finally tired of being so polite and in a fit of a huff, turned and left with a half bow towards everyone as theh long skirt of her dress trailed behind her.

The Duke shook his head as Eiliene took her leave. “That woman has always been a puzzle to me. Its one moment she’s all kind and tender, next she can be a raging mad woman.” Melanthus chuckled as he shook his head. “Yes, ever since our last meeting betwee her and myself, years ago, i do believe i upset the poor woman with some harsh words back then."” Melanthus said with a bit of a fake sarcasm. Larynda lifted a brow between her beloved and the Duke, seeming a bit lost in the conversation.

As the two gentleman continued on with their talk, Larynda decided to excuse herself and head towards the tables filled with food. The smells of roasts and game birds filled her senses as she stood before the massive table of food. Pieces of game hen, roast port were placed upon her plate as she walked past the servers and the abundance of food. By the time she had finished her walk, she had a fairly full plate and a glass of punch in her hands. She was starving, she had concluded, after the growling sounds of her stomach had been heard over half the night.

Meanwhile, Isabella and Dareal were still out on the dance floor. Every now and then you could actually see the tenderness between the two show outwardly. The smiles and looks the two were getting were more complimentary than anything else. The others for the most part were all having a good time, whether eating and drinking, or just conversing with the other guests.

It was right about then that Anthony had been seen walking up to Melanthus. The concerned look upon both gentlemans lips were enough to cause Larynda to approach the two. “What is it, M`Lord?” She said in a hushed voice. “Apparently a fire has started at the rear of the place, kitchen area. I suppgest we gather up everyone and quietly make our way out before everyone panicks. We don’t need to be caught in such a scene.” Melanthus said in jus as low toned voice as hers. “Do ye know how bad it is?” She said softly. Melanthus shook his head as Anthony gave a grim look. “Unless they put it out and soon, the flames will spread thru the kitchen and into the foyer like a fireball gutting the place.” That gave more concern to her face as she nodded a bit. “Then we best take our leave.” And she turned, slipping away from the gentleman as she started to seek out everyone from the clan. The minutes went by as everyone in the clan slowly came together in a small gathering off to the side of the room. Trying hard not to make it look too obvious, Melanthus and Anthony relayed the information to them all as Micheal lifted a brow as his senses picked up on the faint smell of smoke. “Melanthus, I believe its time. The scent of smoke is making its way here, as faint as it is.” Melanthus nodded in agreement as they all noticed the stench. None of the other guests had recognized the threat, yet. It was as if they were all oblivious to the danger that was about to befall them all.

The very thought of burning flesh entered their thoughts as the possibilities of burning alive came to mind. Without hesitation, they all made their way towards the entrance to retrieve their belongings. It was about that time that the band abruptly stopped playing, shortly followed by the sounds of panicked guests as someone had opened a nearby door, a billowing cloud of smoke spewed into the hallway and filtered into the ballroom. Shrieks and screams of panic rang thru the room as everyone ran straight for the front entrance to the ballroom.

Fearful guests and servants alike pushed and shoved their way out the door. Melanthus and the others managed to get out of the mansion and out of the way as sirens were heard coming up the street at a thunderous beat. Once everyone had gotten out safely, the cold air bit at everyone’s skin, they could see a golden red glimmer shined from the backside of the mansion. The fire had burst out one of the backside walls, eating a destructive path even thru more of the house.

Most of the clan managed to shrink back into the surrounding shadows as more and more people poured out into the main front courtyard. So much for a good time at the gala. Melanthus and larynda stayed put to see the outcome of the unfortunate disaster. Its even times like this that even picking up a snack to take back to the castle was always a good diea, and very favorable indeed. Smoke started to billow even more out the backside of the structure, the night sky seemed to be shourded in a haze or fog. Then another shriek of voices were heard and a upturned grin creased Melanthus’s lips. At least they hadn’t come away empty handed.

Slowly everyone in the clan slipped into the shadows unnoticed, tho not before one more painful scream echoed thru the already panicking crowd. Another soul that could be damned to either dinner, or to be bonded to one of the clan members, that would take its pitiful life. It was a half hour later that everyone returned to the keep, along with two visitors it would seem. Both in a deep sleep it would seem, of course, more like unconsciousness.

The two unconscious victims, one woman and one gentleman were then taken downstairs by two of the clansmen to be locked up in the dungeon to be prepared for later. The dungeon was where most of the new victims were kept, and larynda remembered well her time spent down there indeed. The smell of sulfer and the stench of black- death, was enough to either make them succumb to the wishes of the clan and become new additions, or they would most likely become dinner for all to feed off of. In either case, it would be a while before they would know what to do or start with.

Everyone made their way to the council meeting hall where everyone took off their jackets and shawls, and assortments of hats as they all sat down in each appropriate chair. "Well, it sure was an interesting, if not smoking grand time tonight, wasn't it?" Micheal said as he propped his feet up on the edge of the huge table. Everyone either laughed or chuckled at that as Melanthus just shook his head with a snicker. "Aye, tho we did get at least two nice prizes out of it." Leanna mentioned as everyone nodded in complete agreement. "Yes, this is true, tho I do hope that you and Micheal made sure that they did not know what was coming. We do not need to have either of them getting loose and telling anyone of what they know about us." Silent nods from both Micheal and Leanna confirmed that they were carefull and apparently managed to pick out some rather rich blood as well.

After that tid-bit of seriousness, everyone relaxed for the most part, casually talking about the various rumors and people that were at the party. Isabella and Dareal had spent most of the evening together dancing and conversing with each other. It seemed the pair were getting along more than anyone could have expected. After Dareal’s last bit of bad luck with women, no one really thought he would be so kind hearted again. But the elder had taken to Isabella as she had taken to him. It was to be certain that most likely there would be an article in the morning paper about the fire at the party. The question would be though, was how much of the mansion still stood? Not to mention if any items in the place has suffered any damage by the onslaught of the fire, and by the water that was there to put it out.

A few hours had passed as slowly one by one the members excused themselves to retire to their appropriate lofts down below. Though as expected, Dareal and Isabella left together, both smiling towards each other. Oh yes, another passion in bloom it seemed, and perhaps one that will last for all eternity.Melanthus and Larynda being the last two to leave, made sure all was set for the evening concerning the two visitors they have. “Henry, make sure our, guests, are comfortable and toasty warm, wont you please?” Henry grinned and nodded, knowing exactly what the lord of the clan meant. Oh yes, torcher time for those down below in the dungeon. Good ole fire and brimstone smells filled the dungeon nightly. Of course, for most of the clan, the dungeon was one place that was the most exciting as well.

The day had come and gone on the following day after. The night came, and along with it the silence that surrounded the castle as well. Everyone was up and about, going about their normal routine duties. A few of the clan members had gone down to check in on the ‘house’ guests down in the dungeon. It had been discussed, that after their wills were broke, they would become fine additions to the clan. Larynda had gone off and out of the castle, headed towards her favorite places on the whole flat of land, the rose garden. She always came here when she wanted to get away from the bussling of otheer clan members as she could think on what was bothering her; or to simply relax among the fragrant flowers taht bloomed nearly year round.

She sat there, alone, as a couple hours passed by until a firm hand came to rest upon her shoulder. She did not move, but she knew it was not Melanthus, that much was certain. “And ti something bothering you, m‘lady? For it seems the night rose has got a bit of thinking on her mind, or is this elder blind to what sits before him?” It was Dareal’s voice that broke the silence as he stood behind her, letting his hand firmly remain upon her shoulder. Odd that the elder would actually break time away from Isabella and to come out to the garden to see her? Perhaps he was just passing and happened to see her out here, but that of course could only be wishful thinking.

Continued...

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