November 1745 AD, Masked Ball

It was 18th Century art, a time of well-dressed aristocrats with the simplicity of shapes and silhouettes. Classic antiquity shaped the wigs for both men and women. They were upscale and flamboyant. Women's dresses revealed corseted waists, especially with the restriction of mobility. Drapery-parted openings of the skirt revealed underskirts, petticoats or a like dress would always measure the theatricality and sensuality. Mirrors were placed everywhere within homes, reflecting the immediate and radiance of fashion. Those mirrors also constituted a metaphorical glass of history, glimpses, icons and suggestions that persist through reflection and imagination, states Heilbrunn Timeline of Art History.

Tonight was different, more of a game between Caius and me, though our senses never lied to us. Unidentifiable was the name of the game and neither of us was allowed our sense of smell. If it were constructed, the looser would have hell to pay. I used Corin's room as a hideout, dressing and forming my mask carefully to my face. The only dead give-a-way, my thin torso as no one within the castle was nearly as thin as me, even thru the stuffing of the corseted waists, they never lied.

My white-haired wig stood gracefully on my head as my own hair was tucked neatly, thanks with the help of Corin. She placed an off-white feather in my hair as I painted my lips a vibrant red. Our skin was already pale without the use of make-up, though to hide the shimmer of my skin, I doused myself with a large powder puff, toning down the glistening color to a dull shine of porcelain perfection.

"How do I look?"

I glanced at myself in one of the many mirrors of the hallway before entering the ball room.

"Perfection, Mistress."

I turned back to Corin, cupping her cheek with the coolness of my hand and thanking her for the calming of her gift. I entered through the back way, careful to keep my identity from him as I slid through the crowd of Aro's many invited guests. Not a single vampire recognized me, neither bowing nor speaking. They only stared as if asking who I was.

I blended with the crowd, trying to seek out someone who would have been by himself, the only way I pictured Caius, but no one seemed to fit that description. I studied the height of men, their perfect forms; nothing worked. It seemed as though he was well disguised as I was tonight.

"Soins a la danse, Madame?"

I turned to the sound of a French male voice as he politely asked me to dance, knowing he could not be Caius, or was it? I nodded my head, signaling a yes as I bowed my head and lifted my hand. His hand swept underneath mine, flashing it to his lips making me a little uncomfortable and longing for the true man I wished he were.

He led me to the dance floor, gliding gracefully, something I took notice in. His hand appeared against the small of my back, pulling me to him as his other hand stood out to the side, holding mine. Uncomfortable was not the exact word I was feeling at the moment yet it was pretty close to the truth. I frowned, removing his hand from my back and forcing it on my side.

"Pardon, monsieur, mais cela ne va pas."

Of course I had to speak up letting him know that was not going to happen, though my voice was rather harsh and pushy. I turned my head away, but my eyes glanced back in time to notice a smirking grin change into a clearing of the throat and thinning lips.

"I vampire non schiarirsi la gola, signore," I spoke in Italian, telling him that vampires do not clear their throats.

"Uno intelligente on siamo?"

I could not help but smirk as I knew that sexy voice in Italian. Yes, I was a smart one yet he was first to recognize. I leaned in closely as my hand slithered down to his trousers, feeling his arousal growing quickly. He reeled me in, snaking an arm around my waist, lifting me off the ground and dragging me off the floor and into the privacy of the music room.

Neither of us removed our masks as his actions pressed me backwards landing on the keys of the piano. His lips roughly met mine and my hand moved back to stroking his hardening member through his pants. He placed an arm on either side of my head, resting on the top of the piano, pushing me backwards until my head settled in between his hands.

I could not help but want him so badly. My hands reached down the front of his pants, instantly grabbing his erection and freeing it.

"Fuck me now," my words were soft and demanding as I stroked his hardness.

Without another word, his hands flashed, lifting my skirt and exposing me. One hand moved back to the top of the piano next to my head while the tip of his stiffness began to tease my clit, slowly grazing down towards my entrance.

"Mmm, someone is wet," his words purred as our eyes locked on each other. "Tell me how much you want it."

My head leaned back as I rolled my eyes closed for only a second before opening them again.

"Please," I begged breathlessly. "Give it to me. I want it."

He pressed the tip back to my clit and began to rub faster.

"I do not believe you are quite ready for such fun…with him."

I arched my back, with one side pressing into him, begging to be touched and loving the feel of his penis rubbing my center. I grasped his upper arms, whimpering and moaning slowly.

"Keep rubbing, don't stop," I spoke with shaky words, moving my hips against his sliding member.

"Oh yes! So soft, so teasing."

I gasped for another sharp intake of air, holding my unneeded breath as the buildup became almost impossible to hold in any longer. The head of his dick was simply fabulous, rubbing faster and faster until…

"Oh Caius! Stick it! STICK IT IN ME! NOW!"

I began moaning loudly to each pulsating twitch my body formed, cumming hard and quickly. As soon as my words were out, another wave of what seemed another releasing moment began just as his hard cock entered inside my tightening walls. His hands slid down my corseted torso as his breath began to sing through his thrusting hips.

"Oh baby. Mmm, I love to feel you milk my hard cock. And I'm not going to last long, angel."

Our actions may have been short and sweet but it was quick and to the point. We desired each other to the point of changing the roles, growing secretive in our ways. As soon as he finished, he pulled out, gently kissing my lips for the first time that evening.

"I forever love you," he whispered before exiting the room.

It was another chance to seek him out within the ballroom, another chance to change our ways, our secret identity.