The ball was hosted by no other than Siete and the host wasn't the only one
to be terrified of, the guests were to die for. Only the elite and best
were invited and jealousy might get them killed in the mean time.
She knew the danger but she could feel the truth seething up threw her fingertips and she wanted to grab the chance to know. She wanted to know was history repeating itself. Was Theo a vampire embodying a witch and if so Salvatore was a trader and Theo was a leech.
For the moment her brash thoughts pulled at her because Theo had scratched her surface. Had gotten under her skin for her to care and she despised the feeling.
It wasn't hard to find something to wear, the Triste undercover witches had basically anything you could desire. She found a red ball gown with a mask as easy as anything else. Applying makeup, while piling her hair on top of her head was a little harder but she managed.
She shifted into the ballroom with ease and sought out her answer.
MPOV
The bodies swirled in all their finery as I searched for the one person who I knew was there. The one person who had the answers, and all the secrets I needed to know about the Triste line, about the deaths the killings. I needed to know why I was still here. I joined the dance only to be swept up by my masked secret keeper his presence was more than enough identity.
"Why are you here?" he asked turning in a rather fast swirl where my feet seemed to leave the ground.
"To find you," I answered straight forward.
He looked at me eyes watching threatening to swallow me whole, their black depths the answer to my question. He was a vampire, those coal caves spoke the truth quite clearly.
"It's true then," I said sickened.
He looked away no longer keeping my gaze.
"Who told you?" he said dipping me in accord to the rest of the dancers.
"I want to see them," I commanded not convinced that any vampire could show as much compassion as Theo could without slitting throats.
He looked amused as only a vampire would. I stepped on his foot and he looked down trapping me in his eyes. I couldn't feel my feet touch the ground nor my breath as it caught in my throat.
"What more proof must you have," he said coldly as if I sickened him.
I hated him for lying to me; but I hated him most for what he was. The song slowed deliberately and he held my waist my hand clasped in his gloved hand.
"Are you afraid I'll bite you Deliria," he whispered in my ear, "are you afraid I'll show you the darker side of your black and white world."
I felt my hand crushed in his fist, a slight shiver running loose.
"Do you want to kill me?" He asked maliciously fierce, his aura curling in smooth coils round me like a snake
How could he be so cruel from what I knew as the kind, strong, Theo? Who was now torturing me with words that threatened a fight, a deathly fight?
He exposed his fangs and pulled me ever closer, touching those serrated canines to my veins.
"Now are you afraid Deliria, are you afraid of your nightmares coming true, are you afraid that your clan is not as grand as you've built it in to being."
He was cold, disgusted with me, he was angry, and venomous sorrow poured out, worst of all he was hungry, and I could feel the hunger wanting to take a bite.
"What are you doing?" I whined drowsily as he undid the mask letting it fall away as midnight struck.
I wanted to rest my head upon his shoulder, but his eyes commanded my attention.
"Theo," I pleaded as forcefully as I could, "why didn't you tell me; how could you keep such a secret?"
"Ssshhh," he said breath warm against my temples, "you always want to argue with me."
He had a clamp on my mental strengths.
"You are in predator territory now Deliria and no one can help you."
I yanked my arm releasing my hand from his side, while in the bit of a stupor, to flee. He moved quickly as if grace and stealth drove his very being and twirled me into him as he grabbed my hand once more putting it behind his arm.
"Theo stop we both no what will happen now that the clock strikes twelve."
"Stay awhile CinderSoot you may like life outside the glass."
"Doesn't mean I'll like it in the grave."
"Then we'll dance upon our coffins till hunters break our backs."
"I'll break something that's damn straight."
"My heart at best Deliria darling."
His hair tickled my chin and I turned away seeing my flaw of exposing my throat and he saw it as well. If I'd screamed he'd only make it hurt as he closed in for the kill his jaws stopped.
I felt his mouth on mine as he'd broken the skin of my lip and not my veins I held him there for hoping he would let up enough for my to disappear. He held me there though his hand clamped on my neck as he held me in place kissing me with fierceness I didn't know he had.
"Theo," the cunning voice split the air like an electric saw and he let go his eyes not looking so cloudy regaining a bit of control but he had my blood rolling around in his mouth like a fine wine, that I could tell. He only let me go enough to where his right arm entwined with mine as if we were an old fashioned couple strolling around saying casual hello's.
"Introduce me to your..." he paused sizing me up.
My shields went up and I answered.
"Miranda."
Theo nodded, "This is the one you've been spying me with."
She couldn't help but blush at that. "We were just..."
Theo pulled my mind like a hard clamp and dizziness took hold and I stayed still saying nothing as he finished.
"Lovers never kiss and tell, Jaguar you know that."
Fala was floating around like a cloud in all her glory and Jaguar did know and he didn't tell. He smiled wryly at that and said, "I suppose I should not pry with you Theo your not usually in such moods." "Well nice to meet you Miranda I suppose I may be seeing you more often," he nodded walking off in the direction of Fala.
Theo pulled me in front of him and walked his knees jabbing my thighs.
He pulled me into the hall and then into a corner room, "Damn it, Deliria, you're a Triste so start acting like it. If you're going to try and kill me do it. If you're going to expose me don't boast to me about it. There's no sense in trying to cover-up this bullshit with you.
"There's no secret as far as my naivety goes for the moment. I know no vampire personally and I most certainly don't know any by the same name as you, Theo."
He rolled his eyes back in his head and rubbed his hand over his forehead smoothing out what he thought were soon to be stress lines.
"Do I have your word Triste?"
I didn't like his reference but it didn't matter after this I was going to space myself as far away as humanly possible from here, from him, after tonight and then at least I could tell the truth. At least partly, anyway.
"You have my word," I said whisper light so no one could hear but him.
He swore into a couch cushion and his hair started to come out of its pinned back style.
"Pardon my short visit your Triste must go," I snarled.
"Del, he said, "come on don't be like that."
"You were going to bite me Theo."
"I thought you were going to knife me."
"I just wanted the truth," I said coldly.
"And I wanted a feed," he said as if bitter over the loss.
"You know I may not have a glass slipper but I do have spiky heels."
She hurled the knife like ends at his face. And he caught one as another got him across the cheek.
"Score one for the girl in rags," I taunted.
He hurtled toward me madder than ever.
"Let's have it then who will win this reality story Beauty or the Beast."
I spun my blade across his chest and blood spattered the blue silk as he retaliated crushing a fist into my collarbone.
I flailed backward colliding with a coffee table built with a crystal center. It broke into splinters and the tiny razorblades of glass etched in my silk covered back.
He held his chest the silver stinging his flesh and I wanted to scream from the sharp needles embedded deep in my skin, but I was silent not giving up dignity as well as pride.
"You, it was you all the time wasn't it, the killings they've been you" I hissed.
"Unfortunately, no," he spat unleashing a tendril power in my direction.
I leaped away and it split the Victorian love seat in two where my skull had been meant to take such wrath.
I hurled my power at him and he whirled backward hitting the wall hard the plaster giving off a slight mist from the impressed body in its depth. I wasn't going to give him an edge I pitched forward grabbing his throat my knife in my hand I drew it up to slit the pale skin.
I didn't expect it as a silent scream escaped my lips his knee dug into my side the pressure knocking the breath from me, and pinning me between the floor and his calf.
I pushed my power into him as a last resort before death, with what little concentration I could muster. His body went straight up into the air like a bullet, his head and spine colliding with the ceiling.
A snarling gasp split his cement frown.
I rolled away from him as he hit the rouge fiber originally a pale white and littered with jagged glass.
I crawled across the floor, trying to concentrate long enough to shift somewhere else, anywhere else.
He was quicker though, and angrier by little more than I, gripping my throat in one hand he pulled me off the ground into the air with it, his fingertips just having to pinch a little harder to commit another death. The one I was sure no longer mattered to him, nor I. Mine.
She knew the danger but she could feel the truth seething up threw her fingertips and she wanted to grab the chance to know. She wanted to know was history repeating itself. Was Theo a vampire embodying a witch and if so Salvatore was a trader and Theo was a leech.
For the moment her brash thoughts pulled at her because Theo had scratched her surface. Had gotten under her skin for her to care and she despised the feeling.
It wasn't hard to find something to wear, the Triste undercover witches had basically anything you could desire. She found a red ball gown with a mask as easy as anything else. Applying makeup, while piling her hair on top of her head was a little harder but she managed.
She shifted into the ballroom with ease and sought out her answer.
MPOV
The bodies swirled in all their finery as I searched for the one person who I knew was there. The one person who had the answers, and all the secrets I needed to know about the Triste line, about the deaths the killings. I needed to know why I was still here. I joined the dance only to be swept up by my masked secret keeper his presence was more than enough identity.
"Why are you here?" he asked turning in a rather fast swirl where my feet seemed to leave the ground.
"To find you," I answered straight forward.
He looked at me eyes watching threatening to swallow me whole, their black depths the answer to my question. He was a vampire, those coal caves spoke the truth quite clearly.
"It's true then," I said sickened.
He looked away no longer keeping my gaze.
"Who told you?" he said dipping me in accord to the rest of the dancers.
"I want to see them," I commanded not convinced that any vampire could show as much compassion as Theo could without slitting throats.
He looked amused as only a vampire would. I stepped on his foot and he looked down trapping me in his eyes. I couldn't feel my feet touch the ground nor my breath as it caught in my throat.
"What more proof must you have," he said coldly as if I sickened him.
I hated him for lying to me; but I hated him most for what he was. The song slowed deliberately and he held my waist my hand clasped in his gloved hand.
"Are you afraid I'll bite you Deliria," he whispered in my ear, "are you afraid I'll show you the darker side of your black and white world."
I felt my hand crushed in his fist, a slight shiver running loose.
"Do you want to kill me?" He asked maliciously fierce, his aura curling in smooth coils round me like a snake
How could he be so cruel from what I knew as the kind, strong, Theo? Who was now torturing me with words that threatened a fight, a deathly fight?
He exposed his fangs and pulled me ever closer, touching those serrated canines to my veins.
"Now are you afraid Deliria, are you afraid of your nightmares coming true, are you afraid that your clan is not as grand as you've built it in to being."
He was cold, disgusted with me, he was angry, and venomous sorrow poured out, worst of all he was hungry, and I could feel the hunger wanting to take a bite.
"What are you doing?" I whined drowsily as he undid the mask letting it fall away as midnight struck.
I wanted to rest my head upon his shoulder, but his eyes commanded my attention.
"Theo," I pleaded as forcefully as I could, "why didn't you tell me; how could you keep such a secret?"
"Ssshhh," he said breath warm against my temples, "you always want to argue with me."
He had a clamp on my mental strengths.
"You are in predator territory now Deliria and no one can help you."
I yanked my arm releasing my hand from his side, while in the bit of a stupor, to flee. He moved quickly as if grace and stealth drove his very being and twirled me into him as he grabbed my hand once more putting it behind his arm.
"Theo stop we both no what will happen now that the clock strikes twelve."
"Stay awhile CinderSoot you may like life outside the glass."
"Doesn't mean I'll like it in the grave."
"Then we'll dance upon our coffins till hunters break our backs."
"I'll break something that's damn straight."
"My heart at best Deliria darling."
His hair tickled my chin and I turned away seeing my flaw of exposing my throat and he saw it as well. If I'd screamed he'd only make it hurt as he closed in for the kill his jaws stopped.
I felt his mouth on mine as he'd broken the skin of my lip and not my veins I held him there for hoping he would let up enough for my to disappear. He held me there though his hand clamped on my neck as he held me in place kissing me with fierceness I didn't know he had.
"Theo," the cunning voice split the air like an electric saw and he let go his eyes not looking so cloudy regaining a bit of control but he had my blood rolling around in his mouth like a fine wine, that I could tell. He only let me go enough to where his right arm entwined with mine as if we were an old fashioned couple strolling around saying casual hello's.
"Introduce me to your..." he paused sizing me up.
My shields went up and I answered.
"Miranda."
Theo nodded, "This is the one you've been spying me with."
She couldn't help but blush at that. "We were just..."
Theo pulled my mind like a hard clamp and dizziness took hold and I stayed still saying nothing as he finished.
"Lovers never kiss and tell, Jaguar you know that."
Fala was floating around like a cloud in all her glory and Jaguar did know and he didn't tell. He smiled wryly at that and said, "I suppose I should not pry with you Theo your not usually in such moods." "Well nice to meet you Miranda I suppose I may be seeing you more often," he nodded walking off in the direction of Fala.
Theo pulled me in front of him and walked his knees jabbing my thighs.
He pulled me into the hall and then into a corner room, "Damn it, Deliria, you're a Triste so start acting like it. If you're going to try and kill me do it. If you're going to expose me don't boast to me about it. There's no sense in trying to cover-up this bullshit with you.
"There's no secret as far as my naivety goes for the moment. I know no vampire personally and I most certainly don't know any by the same name as you, Theo."
He rolled his eyes back in his head and rubbed his hand over his forehead smoothing out what he thought were soon to be stress lines.
"Do I have your word Triste?"
I didn't like his reference but it didn't matter after this I was going to space myself as far away as humanly possible from here, from him, after tonight and then at least I could tell the truth. At least partly, anyway.
"You have my word," I said whisper light so no one could hear but him.
He swore into a couch cushion and his hair started to come out of its pinned back style.
"Pardon my short visit your Triste must go," I snarled.
"Del, he said, "come on don't be like that."
"You were going to bite me Theo."
"I thought you were going to knife me."
"I just wanted the truth," I said coldly.
"And I wanted a feed," he said as if bitter over the loss.
"You know I may not have a glass slipper but I do have spiky heels."
She hurled the knife like ends at his face. And he caught one as another got him across the cheek.
"Score one for the girl in rags," I taunted.
He hurtled toward me madder than ever.
"Let's have it then who will win this reality story Beauty or the Beast."
I spun my blade across his chest and blood spattered the blue silk as he retaliated crushing a fist into my collarbone.
I flailed backward colliding with a coffee table built with a crystal center. It broke into splinters and the tiny razorblades of glass etched in my silk covered back.
He held his chest the silver stinging his flesh and I wanted to scream from the sharp needles embedded deep in my skin, but I was silent not giving up dignity as well as pride.
"You, it was you all the time wasn't it, the killings they've been you" I hissed.
"Unfortunately, no," he spat unleashing a tendril power in my direction.
I leaped away and it split the Victorian love seat in two where my skull had been meant to take such wrath.
I hurled my power at him and he whirled backward hitting the wall hard the plaster giving off a slight mist from the impressed body in its depth. I wasn't going to give him an edge I pitched forward grabbing his throat my knife in my hand I drew it up to slit the pale skin.
I didn't expect it as a silent scream escaped my lips his knee dug into my side the pressure knocking the breath from me, and pinning me between the floor and his calf.
I pushed my power into him as a last resort before death, with what little concentration I could muster. His body went straight up into the air like a bullet, his head and spine colliding with the ceiling.
A snarling gasp split his cement frown.
I rolled away from him as he hit the rouge fiber originally a pale white and littered with jagged glass.
I crawled across the floor, trying to concentrate long enough to shift somewhere else, anywhere else.
He was quicker though, and angrier by little more than I, gripping my throat in one hand he pulled me off the ground into the air with it, his fingertips just having to pinch a little harder to commit another death. The one I was sure no longer mattered to him, nor I. Mine.