Without further ado, this is part two of the random moment of the ball with Lincoln. A set of events are going to unfold as Lincoln goes to this ball. This chapter is setting the events that are going to make a turn for Lincoln when he makes his move to Canada.

In this chapter, Lincoln has a nightmare that worries Chloe. At the ball, Nory gets a phone call from an important contact.

A/N: This chapter will open some revelation about Nory and her true form. This chapter also features boy x trap content between Lincoln and Chloe. Honestly, I am still having mixed feelings about this chapter. My girlfriend, [the girlfriendoftheauthor] and another writer went through this chapter. They agree that this chapter is suitable. Despite their approval, I am still having mixed feelings.

So, I am going to let you guys decide on what you think of this chapter.

She looks like the devil

It was not the kind of devil that was appeared demonic, heavily clad in its crimson skin, horns, and goat skin. It was not either the kind of devil that was in a form of a serpent. This devil was amongst him, hidden deep within the crevices of the living. Casting a shadow in the dark where no one could really see; unless anyone was searching for trouble. Behind such a ominous, detritus being of omnipotence was a human being like him. She shared qualities like any human. She had grey eyes, silver long hair, curvy body, and the like. She was delicate. That was the best way he could describe her, delicate. Her body was build in such a way that he felt the gods sculpted this kind of beauty. Her lips, that looked soft like an infant, spreading her smile that exposed all of her teeth. It was not a smile that greeted others when seeing a friend or a loved one. It was a the kind of smile that perceived as threatening. In the back of his mind, something was whispering in his ear to leave. Get away while he still can. Trembling as he stood as the devil made her way to his direction.

When he quickly shut his eyes, no longer was he in his class. However, he was in his class. But there was not any learning going on. No teacher giving him information of the world; no students paying attention to him or being distracted in the typical traps of their budding adulthood. Instead, it was substituted in an atmosphere he can best described as a tragedy. No, he lamented; a massacre. In front of him, he saw the walls heavily coated in blood. Bones and ashes of the formerly living, descreated like garbage. Couldn't tell which one was a friend from an enemy. A figure from anything. He knew in that moment, in that very second, as his breath was giving himself away, that the devil was looming over him. Showing her eyes, displaying such a devilish smile that it was damning.

How can she be this dangerous, but looks so charming, he had explained herself. She tilted his head, lifting to a position where the pain radiated through his skin. She was aware and loved it, keeping her grip; giving him a solemn, but deadly reminder of who was in control of his fate.

"Bathe with me in the beauty of this sacrament or depart like the others," the devil told him in a course, hoarse whisper. "Lay your life with me. Forget those that care about you for they are no longer part of this world. Settle with your inequalities and burn with me with your yolk. It will serve as a burnt sacrifice, lying beneath the quilt of despair. Lie with me and die with me. For we will be swallowed like the pit, buried in a grave, but you are with me. What do you say?"

Blood escaped from his tear ducts. The devil withdrew a deeper grin. The nail embedding the skin, piercing it, creating a reservoir around her palm. "Lay your life with me. Bathe with me in the beauty of this sacrament or depart like the others. Your final call. Make your choice on what you want, my precious child."

He took deep breaths, closing his eyes. Vacating himself from this world, escaping from the devil that was in front of him. He began screaming such a mighty shout. A shout that can provoke the omnipotent. A shout that can be heard from the heavens. He screamed such a shout that he noticed the spread of a mighty force descending from his back. The devil's face changed, displaying her darkness from her once, lovely grey pupils. He continued shouting, making a declaration of something that he didn't know what to do. He felt a force that needed to be opened.

A force within him that was trapped. It just needed to be provoked was all.

Lincoln

Lincoln

Lincoln

He felt something hitting him. He was feeling dizzy. A tremendous headache throbbed from his forehead. If he were to throw up, this would have been the occasion. "Lincoln, are you okay?" He turned to see that he was no longer in the classroom. No longer was he challenged by the devil. He took sharp breaths, releasing a slight groan. He panted loudly. He placed his hand on his chest. He observed his surroundings. He remembered that he was in a limo. He was getting ready to attend the masquerade ball with Chloe.

Chloe had her hand on the car phone. The moment she saw Lincoln come to, she tightly wrapped her fist. "What in the hell happened to you, you dog," she said furiously. "It looked like you were having a panic attack. And I was this close to calling the paramedics because you weren't going to die in my limo." She snapped her fingers. "Nor you were going to foam or vomit on my Alexander McQueen dress."

"Chloe, listen, I am sorry." He tried to calm himself down. He was getting to explain before Chloe rushed to his sight. She buried herself in his chest. He felt the vibration of her sniffling. He put his chin down, putting his hand through her hair. Chloe blushed, then noticed that Lincoln's nose was bleeding. She reached for her handkerchief and dabbed it on his nose.

"What happened," questioned Lincoln. "I knew we were talking for a few moments and then I, I don't know."

Chloe was still wiping the blood on his nose. "You were talking and suddenly you went blank." She observed his nose, seeing that there wasn't any move blood.

She lifted her face to him. "Don't ever do something like that again, you dog." She wiped her eyes with her hand. "You were scaring me, Lincoln. You were freaking me out. You were mumbling things I couldn't understand. Don't do me like that again. I could have lost you, you stupid dog."

She returned her face to Lincoln's chest. Lincoln rubbed his hands through her hair. "I am sorry for scaring you, Chloe. I didn't mean to put you in harm's way."

She lifted her face. "Yes, you are right. See to it that you don't do that again." She took Lincoln's cheeks and carried them to her lips. She enveloped those lips tightly around hers. Their tongues did a dance with each other before she released. She gave him another peck on the lips before sitting back on the seat. She looked to the window. "We aren't far from the venue. There is a traffic jam. It may another half hour before we get there. Maybe some time for you think of something from your useless head to talk to my parents…."

Lincoln wrapped his arms tightly around Chloe. He rested his chin on her shoulder. He kissed the back of her neck. He trailed his nose from the shoulder blade to the back of her head. "I am sorry for scaring you, Chloe. I am sorry." He continued kissing her neck. Chloe felt the sensations of his kisses, sending bolts of electricity down her spine. She let out the small moans, not fighting what Lincoln was doing.

"Stop for a moment," insisted Chloe. Chloe clicked on the intercom. "Lincoln and I are going to have a private discussion. Please don't bother us at this time."

"Certainly, Miss Molyneaux," replied the driver.

Chloe took Lincoln's hand. She kissed it tenderly, pressing her lips on each finger. She licked the fingertips. Lincoln extended his hand to where her breast was and grabbed it.

She took a sharp breath, stopping herself from continuing.

"We have to be careful, you dog," she said nervously. "I don't want to wrinkle this outfit."

"We won't do much," said Lincoln. "At least let me make it up to you." He pointed at her obvious erection from her dick. She turned beet red. Before she could obliged, Lincoln was making his way inside of her dress. She tried to resist but felt like melting as she felt his teeth pulling on her panties.

Lincoln tugged her panties until he saw her dick. It wasn't the first time he had tasted her dick. The area was clean shaven. Lincoln blew his hot breath onto her dick, which made her jumped. Lincoln didn't know what caused him to be like this. As if some surge of energy promoted him to do this. He kissed the phallus of her dick. He put her dick into his mouth cavern.

He tasted the salty contents while using his free hand to caress her balls. She was taking hormone therapy, so her dick and her balls were descending. So, in Lincoln's mind, her dick was nothing more than an extended clit or an extra organ. He secretly joked to Clyde as it was a decoration "for the source of her bitchiness."

Chloe moaned, grabbing hold to the seat as Lincoln continued to applying pressure on her dick.

"Yes, you dog," she moaned. "This feels so fucking good. Right there, baby. Right there. You know the spot."

Lincoln knew that Chloe was quick to climax. He knew there wasn't much time before their arrival to the event, so he speed up the process.

"Yes, yes, yes," she screamed.

Lincoln accepted the contents of her pre-cum entering his mouth. He swallowed as he knew there was more to come.

"Yeah, baby," she screamed loudly. "I am about there, Lincoln, you stupid dog, Lincoln. Lincoln. Lincoln!" She curled her toes. She patted his head through her dress. "You want the cream, you kitty? You want the cream?"

She felt Lincoln's suction of his mouth that she began shivering as climax was approaching.

"Je vais jouir," she screamed in French. "Je vais jouir. I am coming, Lincoln."

Lincoln accepted her milk as she released it inside of him. At each spurt, he took her sperm. She moaned each time she released. He continued until there was nothing left. It wasn't long until he pulled her panties back on and came from inside of her dress. Lincoln stared at the stunned Chloe, swallowing her contents.

Lincoln was greeted with a slap from Chloe. However, Chloe wasn't remotely upset. She let out a smile before kissing Lincoln at the spot she slapped him.

"Ne fais plus jamais autre chose comme ça. C'est mon travail d'être en charge de vous (Don't ever do something else like that again. It is my job to be in charge of you)," said Chloe while wiping the saliva from her face.

"Je ne parle pas français (I don't speak French)," replied Lincoln with a smile.

She put her middle finger to his face. "You can understand that, can you?"

Lincoln took the middle finger and slid it into his mouth. He licked her finger as she began moaning. Her erection quickly returned.

"My God, Lincoln," said Chloe with a hint of concern in her voice. "What's going on with you?"

He stopped, even himself realizing what was occurring with himself. "I don't know, Chloe. I honestly don't know."

Chloe grabbed his hand to get him up from the floor and he sat next to her. Chloe, still blushing, lied on his lap. "Be my resting post, dog, until we get there." I love you, you stupid dog! Even a bitch like me needs something to lie on. Good boy!

Lincoln shook his head in agreement.

A few minutes later, the limo drove into the Palmer Woods subdivision. The Detroit bedroom suburb, Palmer Woods, is known for its elm-lined streets, large brick and stone homes in Tudor Revival architecture, set back from the street behind contiguous uninterrupted lawn.

Lincoln was fascinated as he saw that the lots were large, with ample room for trees, play equipment, and a good expanse of grass. Scottish coats of arms, leaded stained glass windows, and other features, such as a water fountain in some of the homes. Some of the properties boasted more than one structure: He saw additional houses, a guest house, or maids' quarters. The streets gently curved through the forested neighborhood.

"Don't get used to see these kinds of things, you dog," uttered Chloe. "No doormat in the world is suitable for you there. Be just grateful that I am taking care of this mutt."

Lincoln took another sip of his ginger ale as Chloe explained about where the ball was going to take place. "The house is very huge. It is called the Bishop Gallagher house. Some old padre used to live there. About over 6o rooms. Pretty huge to be honest. I have gone there a few times."

"So, this masquerade ball," questioned Lincoln. "Is this for an event or a party."

"A party," answered Chloe. "A lot of important people from all walks of life are going to be there. Most of them are just people my parents made friends with over the years."

"Who is the host," questioned Lincoln.

Chloe shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Why does it matter? We are there to have fun, socialize. Is there a problem going with me?"

He shook his head in disagreement. "Excuse me of the questioning, Chloe. I am very curious. I just wanted to know is all. Especially will there be other teenagers or something."

"I know there should be some other teenagers," said Chloe. "I just want to get my hands on some blackjack."

"You gamble," asked Lincoln while raising his eyebrow.

Chloe smiled. "I dibble dabble. From time to time." She let out a slight laughter. "I mean I win some, lose some. Like that time in Monte Carlo, but hey I wanted to go in…."

"I get it, I get it," replied Lincoln. He took Chloe's hand. "Let's just have some fun."

Chloe didn't answer him, but she was grateful that he was with her. She hoped that introducing him to her parents would show that she was doing fine. She was finding stability. She sighed as the limo made the entrance to the driveway of the Gallagher house.

Nory was parked in a vehicle adjacent from the Gallagher house. She was peeling an orange, discarding the remains in a plastic bag. She saw the limo making the entrance to the mansion. The guard allowed them entrance, watching the vehicle joined the other line of vehicles parked in front of the mansion. Like she thought, she saw the doors opened and there was Chloe and her Lincoln.

Right on schedule.

Did this bitch actually think she was trying to pull a Grace Kelly look? Faggot ass.

Now, my senpai. Easy, boy. You are going to make me forget about my objective. You are making your purchase too easily for me. Calm down, Ayna. Don't let your perverted side hit you again.

"The day of reckoning is here," said Nory to herself as she took a bite of her orange. Nory, too, was dressed in an outfit for tonight's masquerade ball. She was wearing a baby blue evening dress. Her mask was in her purse.

And among other things.

Her cell phone interrupted her thoughts. She widened her eyes when seeing the person calling her. She answered the phone on the first ring.

Hello, this is Ayna.

Good evening! Is the boy here?

The deep, heavy feminine voice drew such a fear onto Nory's skin. This was a woman who meant business. Since making contact with her, she has been wanting to know Lincoln's whereabouts. It wasn't too long ago when the woman made her appearance when following Lincoln to the storage. When seeing his energy, she knew she picked the right person. Nory received the phone call from the vampire and knew that it was only a matter of time before the vampire made her move. She didn't know anything more about the vampire, with the exception she is a feared leader of her council.

She also didn't know her real name, but many around her called her Fujiko.

He is, Fujiko. I just saw him enter the mansion.

Fujiko?

Sorry, Mistress Fujiko.

Good! Is he alone?

He is not! He has a guest.

Can that guest be neutralized?

Her? Hell yeah. It won't be much to put her down.

Watch your language, Ayna. You are on assignment.

Sorry, Mistress Fujiko.

Your plan is simple. Get the boy alone.

That can work. However, we have a tail. In fact, make that a pair.

I thought you were going to handle them.

Willow is not a threat. She is a weakling. And her ward is nothing but….

Listen, here, you succubus scum. We told you to eliminate any threats. God, why do we rely on you people.

Because you need "us people" because your pale ass can't do the job in the day, God damnit!. I am minding my tongue because you promised me what I want. The boy is here. I did my part. Now, do your damn part and giving me what I want. Which is delivering the boy to me after you are done consuming his energy.

Mind thy tongue, woman. I would damn if some perverted slut talks to me in such a manner. If I report this to the council, then people will swarm for the privilege of getting you. Then, how are you going to report to your council, Ayna? According to your council rules, any outside consultation without telling your leader is considered one of the worst violations. Do you want to be a traitor to your race, Ayna?

No, I don't.

We will use him to our convenience and when we are done, you are able to have him, you low, bottom-feeding scum. Got it?

Yes, ma'am.

That's a good girl. Now, apologize to me, now!

I am sorry.

Sorry for what?

Sorry for not knowing my place, Mistress Fujiko.

Thank you. Now, eliminate the threat before we get there. If not, the deal is off and we will let our council know about this. Understand?

Yes!

Good to know! The home has several passageways accessible for us. We will come when the time is right. By the time of our arrival, those threats better be neutralized or our boy should be in your hands. Do I make my orders clear?

Yes, boss!

Great! Well, I don't want to keep you from your work. Be sure to have these goals clear before my arrival.

The phone call ended. Nory cursed under her breath while hitting the steering wheel. She bit into her lip. Her eyes changed color as she looked into the mirror and her nails began to grow. Her frustration caused her horns to protruding from her head. She closed her eyes, trying to take deep breaths. She tried to focus on her plan, anything to fight her pride from earlier. Thoughts of Lincoln ran through her mind.

Listen, I care about you. I do. So, don't forget that. Okay?

You are more than spoiled milk, Nory. You are more than just spoiled milk, Ayna Rovzan Shishani.

I mean, your personality, was that really you? This role of yours now is so confident. It is kind of scary.

I do what I can to make you satisfied, Nory.

No matter what others think of you, I will still be with you to the end. Don't forget that.

I know I don't say it much, but I really enjoy being around you, Nory. I just guess it's weird to say.

Nory allowed her tears to escape her eyes. She rested her face on the steering wheel. Her eyes were returning to normal. The horns were disappearing. Her nails were going back to normal.

"I am sorry, Lincoln. I am sorry for putting you in harm's way."

She gave herself the sign of the cross before stepping out of the vehicle.

"Forgive me, Lincoln. But, the day of reckoning is here. I must give you up if I want to have you," she said as she began letting out a slight sob. "If it means killing my sister and her ward, then so be it."

"It's nothing personal, but the way of how the game is played. Forgive me, Senpai. Please, please forgive me, Senpai. It's for you. It's for us. So, please don't take this likely, my dear Senpai!"

This concludes the random trip to the masquerade ball. To be continued on the next chapter.

A/N: Spoilers: The conversation between Nory and her contact, Fujiko, plays an important role for Fujiko is responsible for arranging the deal of taking Lincoln to her rogue vampire council. As of now, what we do know of Fujiko is that she is the leader of the Confederation of rogue vampires. In the previous chapters, Nory has told Willow of the council. Nory promised Willow to not bring Lincoln in unless she made an agreement to share Lincoln with her. Since her sister's refusal, she has decided to tell Fujiko about Lincoln. In another chapter, Fujiko discovered Lincoln after following him to the storage unit. As she was trying to reach Lincoln, she saw the amount of energy he produced. That confirmed Fujiko to Nory that Lincoln was the boy she was looking for. Fujiko decided to use the masquerade ball as the place to get Lincoln. Even though Nory is aware, she still has her doubts.

This chapter reveals that Nory's true form is a lilim, which is a form of a succubus.

As for Lincoln's dream, it will serve an importance in the future.

Hopefully, this explains enough details. Excuse me for the confusion, but I am just an amateur writer. For those who have stayed this long through this journey, thank you for your undying support. I hope the next chapter will get heavy into the meat at the masquerade ball.