Blood Love, Chapter 7: Dream Dance
Deep in the forest, not far from the town a train was entering the city station carrying strange passengers from far away.
Back at Laconblade, in the nurse's office Lilith still lay unconscious on the nurses table. Outside Serge was being questioned about what had happened and after being questioned for a while they allowed him to return to his room. In his room, Serge slumped on his bed at the circumstances of the evening. He hoped that Lilith was okay, though he was not predictably fond of him, but he still hoped he woke up soon. Looking to his said he saw that again Gilbert was not inside and had probably gone off again. With a sigh he changed into his night shirt and prepared for bed, he would go visit the blond in the morning. Right now he just wanted to sleep.
Slowing bringing his lids down the brown haired youth closed his eyes and entered a deep sleep. Unknowingly to the innocent youth, a pair of eyes focused watched him slumber.
It was dark and quiet, opening his eyes Serge found himself surrounded by trees and midst. He began walking through the area wondering how he had got there. Suddenly a haunting melody floated through the forest like area. The eerie tone echoed throughout Serge's being, without hesitation he began to follow the sound until he reached a high manor shrouded in a hue of purple.
As he walked up to the large double doors he could hear the sound becoming louder drawing him closer. The doors slowly opened and without a thought he entered the manor disappearing in the dark corridor.
As he walked down the path lit only by flickering candles the music became louder and a smooth voice echoed throughout the hallways.
At the end of the hallway another door stood a light flickering under, slowly the decorated doors opened into a burst of purple light, entering Serge felt his sleeping gown melt away and a beautiful ball gown was left in its place.
Elegant figures swirled about on the marble floor, beautiful men and women in masks danced and drifted around each other as music played in sync with every note and every step. Walking further onto the dance floor as figures danced gracefully around him. As Serge looked further ahead he caught sight of something or someone that took his breath away, as deep shades of endless purple stared into captivated chocolate brown. The figure was a young looking male, with long purple hair that was tied elegantly in the back that came flowing down his side. His face was hidden behind a simple black and purple mask with a large feather extending from the side. Surrounded by other bodies male and female alike, he drank wine from his crystal glass, as they figures swooned and awed, trying to catch his attention. Serge stared for only a few minutes more before heading towards the balcony.
Setting his drink on the side of his thrown, he elegantly rose from his seat as the many figures sighed sadly holding on to him closely trying to prevent him from leaving. "Don't worry my dears I will return soon" he said his smooth voice seemingly calming them. With that he stepped down the gold and violet staircase and making his way through the crowds of people as they continued to laugh and dance. Out on the balcony the cool air swept across Serge's skin ruffling the shaded brown ball gown, making the youth shiver as he stared at the crescent moon above.
Suddenly, he felt something circle his figure, looking behind him he came eye to eye with the mysterious male he had seen earlier. Looking down he saw that the young male had wrapped his cape around him. Serge was about to speak when the other male had taken his hand in his own bringing it up to his face and kissing his palm.
A crimson blush spread across his tan face and a giggle bubbled up from deep down. "Why are you out in the cold?", he asked his voice was smooth and soft to Serge's ear, "I'm…sorry…but I don't…I need to get back" he said trying to pull his hand away only to be pulled until he was held close to the other's body. Looking up he found himself staring into deep shades of purple and violet, staring deeper Serge felt his body go lax in the other's arms. "Shall we dance my dear" he said leading Serge back into the ball room, now they stood beneath one of the many shining, jeweled high chandelier.
Wrapping his arms around the other's waist they began to move and glide across the dance floor. Swaying to the music while the others danced along or stood aside and watched. Serge rested his head against the others chest listening to the music and allowing the male to lead. "You move very gracefully, please tell me what is your name" he looked down at the boy who still rested against his chest. "Serge", he said in a dazed whisper, "What a people name for such a beautiful flower as you" he said as they waltz and danced across the room their movements seemed perfectly in sync.
As Serge seemed to press closer to the others body, he listened closely where the male's heart should be, before looking up at the other's eyes. "Your…your heartbeat…I can't hear it", he said as the other just smiled down at him. "It's okay my dear, my heartbeat sleeps" he said bringing the other closer, "But I believe you could bring me…" he nuzzled his face into Serge's nape electing a moan from the smaller male, "life", with that said he kissed the nape of Serge's nape finding the vein pumping warm, life giving blood. Licking the intended area, Serge cringed at the cold contact, but let the other continue what he was doing.
The male's teeth suddenly became elongated and sharp, sparkling under the bright lighting and as he prepared to latch onto his new victim; his teeth descending on the neck, only seconds away from his mark, Serge was gone. Still standing where Serge had once stood, a lone flower still resting in his place, the man let out a large roar the shook and the castle and the people to his core. Everyone in the room left the ballroom, quickly exiting not wanting to feel the wrath of the prince. Once the room was empty, the prince remand seething in place with the flower in his hand.
'Serge'
