It is a bit chilly tonight; there is crispness in the air, unlike the past few balmy nights. It is a brisk reminder of the coming autumn, I think to myself as I step out of the car. I lean over and whisper is the chauffeur's ear, "Take the evening off, Michel. You deserve it."
"Merci beaucoup, mademoiselle," he returns. He leans over, takes my hand in his, raises it to his lips, and kisses it gently. If I had not been wearing my mask, the whole world would have seen my heated blush. I must learn to control these feelings of mine, or it will be a badly day for the human race around me…
I walk up to the forbidding door. If I had been anyone else, I would have been scared. But how could I be with such a soul as mine? It does not really intimidate me, as very, very little makes me frightened or intimidated.
I take the heavy knocker in my hand and rap on the door. The knock sounds loud and haunting. It makes me shiver despite myself. I must get control of myself!
A small manservant appears at the door. I pull my hat down rakishly, so to speak. Most of my face is now in deep shadow. My eyes, I know by experience, shine yellow like cat's eyes. I consciously constrict my irises and pupils, effectively cutting off the supernatural glow. My eyes appear as dark, perhaps black as I step inside, into the lighted interior. I do not want to be here, I realize almost too late. Something bad is going to happen, I can feel it.
The door slams behind me and I can hear the lock click in place. It puts me in a very alert state of mind. The manservant must have noticed, as he started talking, in a tone that is meant to hypnotize.
I keep trying to shrug off the effects of the voice he is using, when I have an idea. I know I have that power, which is very strong and powerful. Much more so than the puny servant.
I close my eyes and open my mouth. I myself am immune to its effects, but no one else is. Softly at first, I sing a lullaby taught to me by granpere, and which I have heard nowhere else. Granpere always said it was a special song, taught to him by his pere, and to use it only in dire situations outside the family. In between the lyrics, I insert subtle commands, mostly to stop talking, lead me back to the door, unlock said object, and to then forget everything.