Thread: The vampire Masquerade (Rhu x LordBesar)

The masquerade itself had long been planned. Some might say it was years in the making, believing it to be a metaphor and the party having been planned but not that far in advance. However, they couldn't have been more wrong. The gilded event had been planned long before any of the invitees had caught of whiff, let alone received an invitation to the auspicious event. Even so, the event was like no other. No expense had been spared. No item too rare or valuable to be purchased. Endless bottles of champagne and other expensive spirits filled the ballroom. Attendants having been hired to ensure not a single attendee was without libation. While many believed the party was being thrown for general enjoyment, there was a much more specific task for which the event had been thrown. No one but the host himself was truly aware of the singular focus of the party. Not even the two recently arrived guests were fully aware of the motive for which the party had been thrown. Such was the mysterious nature of the host. A man whom very few had actually seen. Despite having heard stories, which they repeated to others. Until his character had grown into being nearly literary. Almost as if he was the Count of Monte Christo. A man without equal and with a fortune without compare. Such were the rumors that had swirled around and spun until little truth was known. Many didn't even know the host's name. Only his reputation as a man. He himself waited alone in a room of plush design. Wearing a well tailored black suit, a dark mask on his head. Covering much of his face. Revealing only a pale but slightly hairy chin. His dark hair revealed from the back. He waited in a sumptuous chair, patient that the young woman would find her way to him, as he had intended for her whole life. He'd waited patiently for this day. Arguments with her father for years had raged, but this dark and masked man had known that his will would ultimately triumph over that of Daniel, his servant. He'd waited for her. Dreamt of her. Pondered her impending coming of age so that he might be able to claim her as he'd always wished. And now she was his. His ears detected the noise at the door, and his keen eyes saw the flash of movement as the young woman walked inside. Standing from his chair, he flashed a bright white smile and handed her the rose. Gently, slowly, letting her accept his gift. For you. he whispered so softly she would barely be able to hear. As she took the rose, he watched as she mistakenly gripped the thorns. A small puncture created in her skin. Suddenly his eyes narrowed as the scent of slightly iron deficient blood wafted to his nose. Without warning, he sprung. Flashing across the room in a blur of movement as his arms were around the young woman and his lips moved to the open wound. Sucking at it softly, drinking in the dark red blood. Before he moved to her wrist, kissing it softly, before he bit down. His sharp teeth easily tearing and piercing her skin and letting blood flow. The taste intoxicating his mind and causing his eyes to roll back. Softly he drank. Savoring the taste of the young woman he'd waited her whole life to claim. He was careful to drink slow. Letting her settle. But she felt heavy in his very strong arms, an indication that she'd feinted. With a nearly orgasmic smile, the dark haired man finished his drink. Careful to drink only what he needed. Never more. Once his burning lust for her was satisfied, the man took her in his arms and flew through the house. Moving through hallways and past the party as he took the marble stairs to the plush bedroom of his estate. Laying her down, he sought out a bandage to wrap her wrist. With the young woman resting in his bed, the man left her, locking the room and walking slowly towards the party as to see off his guests. In the hallway, Daniel stopped him. You! the aging man growled, stalking up to his employer. Where is my daughter? I have not found her, and I know that you are the cause. Where have you taken her? Unfazed by the man's stare and fierce tone, the tall and dark man brushed a speck of dirt off his shoulder. Have you forgotten my rank good sir? he asked with a bemused tone. Do try to remember, as both your employer, and a Lord, the utmost respect should be given to me. Now, you'd do well to remember that. Walking past the man, the Lord heard a gasp and the sound of crying. Turning, he saw Daniel on his knees. Aghast with grief. You have taken her as you always insisted you would haven't you? Lord Rilford. the crying man sobbed. You have taken my only daughter as your blood slave. Doomed to feed your wicked desires. Lord Rilford said nothing. Only pulling off his mask to reveal his handsome face. His blood orange eyes revealed. With a nod and a smile, he pulled his mask back on and left. Going to ensure the party was progressing. Though his thoughts lingered to the sleeping woman in his bed. Whom he would soon check on to.