Can I just say I love this idea? I mean, holy crap. ENJOY!
The ballroom was alive with people dancing, all wearing masks of bright colors. They all waltzed in time with the strings playing. Men all in their suites, and the woman in large colorful dresses, feathers and bright colors lined the dance floor. Of course not everyone was dancing, off to the side a young man who was wearing a suite noticeably shabbier than the others was leaning on the wall, talking to a man who looked almost just like, bu he was shorter and had a softer aura about him.
"How on earth did you get us here? I thought the press wasn't aloud. Let alone, a guest of a journalist." The shorter man asked. The taller one chuckled.
"I know a guy. He got me the invite. I'm here purely as a guest. And if I happen to write an article about it, I'm sure our mysterious host won't mind." He said with a handsome grin.
"Is Arthur coming?" The taller one shrugged.
"I think so. I don't really care either way."
"Alfred! He's our cousin. You should." Alfred simply shrugged.
"Alfred, Matthew!" A voice sounded from their left. A man with sandy blond hair and bushy eyebrows came forth, he looked a bit more well dressed than the other. "I'm sorry I'm late. I was... Busy." He said.
The dancing on the floor changed speed, as the song changed. Across the ballroom, a very large man sat a table, while 3 other dressed as waiters stood at attention, all were noticeably trembling, their eyes behind their white masks going from side to side.
"Ahh, it's so nice to be out in the open again." The large man said in a very thick Russian accent.
"Y-yes I'm sure it m-must be!" The middle waiter said with a small smile. "Is the m-master of this house a friend of y-yours?"
"Da. A very old friend. All of them are, though from what I heard, in my time gone they have made some new friends themselves." He said slowly. "The three of them have been doing well."
"You must really like to make us in threes..." The smallest one said quietly, before the tallest one hit him upside the head.
"You should keep your mouth more close-ed." He said sharply.
"Da. You should."
The dancing slowed and the people got closer together, dancing slower. Near the grand staircase 3 men stood.
"Why are we here Sadiq?" One said slowly, in an almost sleepy voice.
"A contact claims the host is... One of them." Sadiq responded. The third man, glanced around the room.
"I sense it. It's very strong. At least 5 of them are here."
"See brat? Even if it's not the host tonight is not a waste." Sadiq said with a chuckle.
"It's... Different than normal though..."
"What is Gupta?" The first man asked.
"Their... Feeling. It's... Just different." Heracles, the first man, sighed.
"So we basically have no idea what we're up against."
"Better we find out then not know." Sadiq said.
The music stopped, as did the people. A small black hair asian man came down the stairs. He too, was dressed like a waiter, but his outfit was much better quality. He stopped midway down the steps, and spoke with a much louder voice than he seemed to be able to have.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, you have been invited here by my employer, and his partners in business. They are new to the London area would like to greet all of their potential partners. I give you, Lord Gilbert Beilschmidt!" The young man said, stepping aside. A man with striking looks came out onto the steps. He was not wearing a mask, choosing to showcase his bright looks, silver hair and bright red eyes. He stepped to the bottom and waited. "Lord Francis Bonnefoy!" The women all made some sort of noise of delight as the next man came down. His long blond hair, handsome face and blue eyes made him quite the looker. "And Lord Antonio Fernandez, and his wife, Lady Lovia Fernandez!" A young handsome tanned man with chocolatey hair, came out, holding the hand of a beautiful woman, who unlike the men, had chosen to wear a mask. He dress a deep red, and her mask dark and black.
"Thank you for coming to my home!" Antonio said with a large smile. "Eat, drink and enjoy the party, I hope to get to know all of you well!" Everyone clapped and returned to their conversations (all now about their hosts) and dancing.
"Oh Antonio, you silly boy, you must really mean it, don't you?" Francis asked.
"I do. I would like to know them all. Being well liked is protection from..." He glanced around. "Unsavoury guests."
"Hush. This is not the place to talk about that." Lovia told him, her voice low and soft.
"Sorry darling." Antonio said, before whispering in her ear. "How are you holding up? I know you dislike wearing dresses... Is your corset to tight? Are your fake breasts going to fall out." Lovia glared at him her voice dropping down low to the range of a man's.
"Shut up bastard, someone might hear." Lovino said. "And don't fuck up like last time. If they knew I was a man we wouldn't get far here."
"Oi, love birds. Looks like Dad's here." Gilbert said pointing to Ivan, the man with the three waiters behind him. "And it looks like he brought some new brothers."
"Don't call him dad." Antonio said. "It's gross to think about, because if he's our father, then Lovi is my child. And I have sex with him- ouch, that hurt Lovi." Antonio said looking down at his foot which was being crushed by Lovino's heel.
"Either way, we should go say hi." Francis said, leading the others over too Ivan.
"Ah! My dear friends!" Ivan said as they approached. Suddenly, the small asian man was at Antonio's side.
"You're slipping Kiku." Antonio told him.
"Sorry sir." he said with a small bow.
"Ah, and who is this, and this lovely young lady... Ah no. Not lady." Ivan said with a smirk.
"This is Kiku, my servant and Lovia my wife."
"Ah, well I'd love to know how you all met... Perhaps later in a more private place?"
"Sounds good."
Across the dance floor...
"So, Arthur what did you mean by busy?" Alfred asked.
"I was... Well..." Arthur said
"Don't say you were hunting Vampires."
"I was. Another murder tonight. Just like the last 2. A whore, cut up. It was a vampire feeding off her and got a little too crazy. I know it was."
"Or a crazy psycho. And please tell me you didn't mess with the body. They might think you did it."
"I didn't! I just looked and tried to find the damn thing that did it."
"You can't keep doing this Arthur! Tell him Matt! Matt?"
But Matt wasn't listening. His eyes were transfixed on Master Beilschmidt, following him, his cheeks flushed. .
"MATT!"
"Eh...? Oh sorry..." He whispered.
"Tell Arthur he should stop messing with this vampire stuff!" Alfred said
"Um.. Stop?"
One the other side of the room, Gupta was close to colapsing.
"How many... ?" Heracles as asked, even though he had been just told.
"9 in the building. 4 of them are... 7 or 8 hundred years old. 2 are only 3 or 4 hundred... 3 are brand new... And..." He suddenly shook, falling to the ground, and wheezed out. One's just entered the country. He overshadows them all... he's..."
"He's what, Gupta?" Sadiq asked.
"4,000." Gupta said before passing out. Sadiq and Heracles looked at each other, before picking their friend up, leading him out of sight.
"Ok... So this is bad. We know of 10. 9 of which are here, and maybe more. Gupta said the new one overshadowed them all... Which mean his powers are... Useless for now." Heracles said softly.
"This is good." Sadiq said. "It's like a damn convention, and we can wipe them all out at once. Looks like, we'll be accepting that noive after all... I mean, we'll need all the help we can get if we intend to take out that many Vampires."