"God damnit, how can such a convenient place be...empty!" Daniel hissed to himself as he nibbled at his already short and bitten nails.

The Englishman had checked through multiple roses bushes to find anything, but under the moonlight and in this shadowed area, everything seemed to glitter and most things happened to be hidden but only ended up being mere pieces of dropped or torn fabric. The thorns had pricked his arms greatly, allowing blood to well up on scratches and long cuts and threaten to drip over his skin.

Great.

Cursing softly, he attempted to wipe the blood away by hand and onto the grass that he kneeled on, his dress fanned out around him. He needed something, anything and the smell of the roses was already beginning to feel like a long-lost drug.

Getting back to his heeled feet, he attempted to wipe at the blood again, flinching at each sting that pin-pricked his arms. Great, I have no leads and this place is like a total maze. I have no other way out of here besides climbing around.

...No... Shaking his head, he started to follow the cobblestone pathway again and just about jumped out of his skin when he felt his face nearly slam into a red coat. Stumbling back, he stuttered out his apologies before looking away, cheeks flushed from embarrassment. How did he not notice someone was around!

Instead of a scolding voice, it was gentle and so familiar that it made his head feel light. "You are hurt." Daniel blinked then looked up at the golden mask, his heart suddenly fluttering in his chest as the silver-haired male gently took his hand and extended it, looking at the cuts. "...Did you fall into my rose bushes, my lady?" Daniel's breath caught in his throat as he watched the male's lips move.

Numbly, Daniel nodded before giving a shy smile. "Y-Yes," he said, using his feminine voice once again. The male just nodded a few times before he softly let his hand grab a hold of Daniel's properly. "Then let's get you fixed up then," he replied with a charming smile.

Was this really the baron he despised so much to the point of murder? But, he had thrown Agrippa's head in, the Shadow ate Alexander. Why would he still be alive!

Swallowing, Daniel just gave a light nod. "I suppose, even though it will take up your time of watching your guests dance." The other responded with a mere shrug of his broad shoulders, beginning to lead Daniel back inside.

"It seems that most would rather stick with their loved ones or find other partners. Most merely gawk at me." Picking up his skirts once again with his free hand, he felt his journal rub against his calf. He needed to be careful, oh so careful. Everything would fail and now that he thought about it...this was actually quite perfect. Questions would make everything turn and possibly lead Daniel to the missing artifact.

Now, would it all work out? That was the real question.

Swallowing quietly, he looked up to the taller male and felt his heart race as he remembered the dark tunnels he had traveled in with Alexander. Even though the darkness had once threatened to eat him alive, Alexander's presence had been right beside him and leading the way strongly into the dark abyss. S-surely...this isn't...

"What is your name, my lady?" He looked at Daniel from over his shoulder, having now opened the door back to the ballroom. Oh bloody hell. Daniel mentally cursed himself and by God, his mind was whirring for suggestions on female names before he stuck with one.

"Daniella." What am I thinking! The silver-haired male gave a smile as he led Daniel in with a graceful sweep of his arm.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful young lady like you," he replied with a grin which made Daniel's cheek flush to an impossible degree.

"I-I suppose, sir." He felt his gaze move to the floor for a second but looked up again when he was being lead across the dance floor. The sudden golden and white lights made him flinch as the darkness outside had forced his eyes to get used to it. Once again, he began following the unnamed male.

"Who are you though, if I may ask, sir?" The golden-masked male looked down at Daniel and just gave a small smile, making his curiosity grow even more.

"I'll tell you in a more private area, lady Daniella." The new name was so strange but for now, he had to live with it. The Englishman just softly nodded in understanding as he was lead up the stairs. So far...everything was alright.

Removing a silver key from his coat pocket, the male finally let go of Daniel's hand as the key clicked in place in the keyhole. Flicking his wrist to the side, the door made a soft clicking sound before he was able to push it open. Everything the male did was so fluid that if you blinked an eye you would miss it.

"Ladies first." The silver-haired male stepped to the side, one arm formally behind his back and the other arm tenderly directing Daniel in. The other had no choice but to obey, his thin arms stinging from the brutality of the thorn bushes.

Immediately, he was stricken with the beauty of the room and he felt extremely light-headed as he noticed how much it resembled Alexander's spacious room. If only he could write in his journal to clue pieces together just so he could be sure. Paintings were fit into golden frames, the artwork itself magnificent. Red colored the ceiling, carpet and the walls, no patterns but only solid colors. A wardrobe of oak wood stood to the right and a bathroom door lead to the right upper corner of the room. And the bed was what hit him hard in the gut. It was known to host the most high-ranking of people. Such as a baron.

Lighting candles after shutting the door behind the both of them, the larger male was soon illuminated in both shadow and golden light. "Now, you may look around freely in my room. I'll prepare you some bandages." With easy strides and without another word from his mouth, he left, chin high.

Immediately, Daniel shakily took out his journal, ink and pen, beginning to write furiously, his writing almost wanting to become unreadable. Host looks like Alexander, bedroom resembles Alexander's, he may have the necklace... Softly blowing on the ink to make sure it dried quicker than what it already did, he busied his hands with the cover of the ink bottle. The sound of footsteps rang in his ears. He's coming back already!

His hands working faster than ever, he picked his pace up, hurriedly stuffing his journal and items back into his hand-made pocket. The minute Alexander came back into the room, he had just dropped his journal into the pocket. Lucky for him, it made it look like he was fiddling with his dress. Straightening, Daniel put forth a small smile. "You came back quicker than what I had anticipated, sir. Organized?" Could've said something better but now isn't a time for criticizing myself, Daniel though.

The male just nodded, giving a light grin. In his hands was a roll of bandages and a tube of medicinal ointment. To stop his hands from shaking, having realized his narrow escape just now, Daniel clenched his hands together in front of him.

"Sit, I'll make sure that those scratches will be gone in no time," he said, motioning to his bed. Gingerly and carefully, Daniel sat, allowing his dress to fan out a bit on the bed.

"Thank you. I appreciate your kindness, sir." If he used his feminine voice any longer, Daniel feared it would possibly crack. The other just chuckled, sitting beside Daniel to stretch his arm out before using a damp cloth to wash the cuts. Blinking once, Daniel wondered why he hadn't seen it in the male's hands before but he simply decided to shrug it off. Both were silent as the male paid attention to his work, soon finishing wrapping Daniel's left arm.

"...Sir?"

"Yes?" He didn't look up.

"...What is your name, if I may ask?"

The silver-haired man just sighed, soon chuckling as he set the items aside. "Come closer. I want to make sure no one's listening outside."

Quirking an eyebrow, he did lean forward and it wasn't long before he felt warm lips on the shell of his ear, making him shudder.

"It's nice to see you again, Daniel."

Like a fearful doe, he immediately leaped away from him further. However, a callused hand clasped over his neck and pinned him to the bed as another removed his mask from his face.

"And you're not going anywhere."