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ice evanesco Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 12:56 am
 Welcome in. You're in...The ballroom is... well... a ballroom. High ceilings and marbled floors and walls which leave some quarry very empty make the place look like a room out of a palace. Tables edge the side of the room, while the center is a dance floor. Tapestries decorate the marble walls with pictures from long ago, filled with dancing damsels, dangerous dragons and chivalrous knights. However, this is only for special occasions, such as the Annual Ball, and occasional parties. At other times, the ballroom is easily converted by the team of employees to something that would not look out of place in a modern night club. But that's a feat that you'll have to wait to see. The Ballroom
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 12:03 am
  Night. The kitchen was already bustling with activity, a fact that was typical of the household they lived in. Still, it never ceased to amaze Vikki what an early riser his brother was. Ville always complained that sleeping in was a waste of moonlight, but the older vampire simply couldn't fathom waking up at such godforsaken hours. Way back when he'd still been working, rising the moment the sun's rays disappeared had been a necessity to keep the money rolling in. Now that he no longer required a job, however, Vikki did not see the point in waking up any later than nine p.m. If he wanted to go out, he left almost immediately, and then all he'd have to do was watch the time, making sure to return home before sunrise. The early hours of the morning would then be spent on their estate, in the house that had been specifically designed to keep the sun out.
'Are you going out tonight?'
The thought brushed against his mind even as he stepped under the kitchen lights, narrowly avoiding a collision with his twin as the vampire rushed past, balancing a myriad of brass pots and pans. The older male simply stretched, the tight material of his shirt coming away to reveal the muscled planes of his abdomen. He yawned, slipping past his brother and reaching for the freshly baked cookies that lay on a plate on the counter top. All he received for his efforts was a smack to the hand as Ville glared at him. The vampire muttered something that Vikki would have easily caught if he'd bothered to pay attention. But the older male simply grabbed at his brother, holding the squealing youth firmly by his waist, and burying his face in the crook of his neck. Ville stopped struggling after a while, once he realized his twin was still half-asleep. It was strange - Ville himself only slept out of habit, but his brother seemed to genuinely need his rest. He didn't really understand it, but then, his brother has always been difficult to figure out.
'I don't feel up to it.
The response came late, but Ville knew what he was talking about. Sighing softly, he pulled away from his twin, handing the older male a cookie as an incentive to keep awake. The vampire chewed on his reward happily, eyes growing more and more alert as he wandered around the kitchen. He sniffed dubiously at a pot full of what appeared to be another one of Ville's culinary concoctions. The younger of the two assured him that it was foreign, but contained nothing unusual, but Vikki stayed away from it nonetheless. It wasn't so much a lack of faith than it was a conditioned response. The last time Ville had introduced something 'foreign' to the table, Vikki had ended up devouring half a kilo of sheep's stomach before his brother had told him what it was. Vampire or not, the older male was adamant that some things were simply not meant to be eaten. The younger twin rolled his eyes, stirring the contents of the pot briefly before turning off the fire to let the stew cool. A quick survey of the kitchen made sure that everything was in its place - except the plate of cookies, which had mysteriously vanished along with his brother. Shaking his head, Ville followed the sounds of the television to find his other half curled up in a lounge chair, his shirt now discarded on the floor. The younger male frowned, picking up the forlorn article of clothing and folding it, scurrying out of the room and returning only once he'd dumped it down the laundry chute. He'd take care of it later that night. A quiet whine coaxed him onto his twin's lap, where he sat comfortably, tucking himself under the older male's chin as he was used to. All in all, a normal night. Up till the part where the shadows started moving.
"The hell?"
Ville's response was a little less dignified than his brother's, a high-pitched squeak that helped to propel him over the back of the chair. Vikki simply remained seated, frowning at the dark figures that emerged. Introductions were terse and brief - Victor simply wanted to know, "what the hell [they] were doing in [his] home". It had been a little difficult for them to explain, especially since the male seemed determined to keep them from even looking at his twin. After a while though, the misunderstanding was cleared up, and Ville no longer clung to his brother. They left immediately, Vikki not bothered by the fact that he was still wearing the same jeans from the day before. It was no point trying to be someone else and dress fancy. At Ville's insistence though, he did rush upstairs to pull on some a decent shirt, white to match his brother's. They were pulled into the shadow realm together, Ville clinging nervously to his twin. At one point, a black tendril wrapped itself around the younger male's leg, causing him to panic. It was quickly dealt with however, by an angry swipe from Vikki, and the two emerged from the darkness at the end of the journey, somewhat disgruntled.
"Next time they appear, I'll just shoot 'em."
Ville whined his own agreement, not yet letting go of his twin as the older male handled the handgun he'd pulled from the waistline of his jeans. After a few moments, he released his hold on the other, reasoning with his brother to put the weapon away - it made him nervous, even with the safety on. Vikki tucked the gun back into place, sniffing slightly as he looked about. They were not alone. In the time they'd taken to gather their bearings, a collection of what looked like staff had appeared, watching the two curiously. Despite his quick-change routine, Vikki's attire was nearly spotless, the loose cloth of his shirt complimenting his form nicely, though the 'posh' look was somewhat disrupted by the chaotic black jeans he sported, the tears in the material exposing the skin of his legs almost teasingly. Ville was dressed to match him, wearing exactly the same shirt, though his jeans were a dark blue, and free from any holes. The younger twin had been a little more cautious about what he wore. Arriving in a miniskirt would have made for a fantastic entrance, but he did not want to risk angering whoever was in charge here. Victor knew a lot more about this 'club' than he did. Ville was not sure enough about things to take any risks.
"So are you just going to stand there or-?"
The impassive gazes of the employees had made Ville uncomfortable, and he had alerted his brother with a brief touch of the mind. Vikki grinned triumphantly as the people around them broke their stares, some scurrying off to tend to their assigned duties.
'So far so good.'
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 8:51 am
~ Menelaus~ Menelaus was in his black Austin Martin; a few hours from Midnight reverie. He felt the disturbance, his vampire senses on full alert. Menelaus pulled the handsome car over to the side of the road and checked his screens, his car wasn’t just anything, it was completely safe from the suns harsh rays, the front screen was shielded and he had computers that showed him the road so it was like he could see the outside so he wouldn’t crash into anything while driving, it was amazing what money and elite technology could do. “Full environment scan” he asked and the screen on his right lit up and voice spoke to him in a completely digital tone that was vaguely feminine. “The temperature is at critical for Immortal life.....UV rays...highest levels for this time...no mortal presence detected, scanning for Immortal life...warning three immortals nearing our location...” The voice whispered no emotion in her tone, but Menelaus hissed the only type of vampire that could be out in full sun was one who could cloak them selves in shadows. Shadow-walkers.. His lip almost curled up in distaste, he didn’t like others of his kind to begin with but these Vampires rankled him he didn’t know if it was jealousy that they could see the sun if they cloaked them selves and he could not, or if he found them inferior, either or he wasn’t fond of them. Why were they here? Even Damian didn’t know he was coming... he only knew the Chinese vampire by reputation he seemed to like Bonsai plants, a gardening man like him...though Menelaus preferred white roses....their pure beauty and innocence drew him to them... He shook him self to attention it was no time to be thinking of having a possible friendship with the owner of Midnight Reverie , not while there were three Immortals knocking at his door so to speak. One of them pressed a hand to the window that was completely blocked by the side shield only one of the pictures on his left monitor showed the ancient vamp that they were there. He pressed a button to his left which allowed him to speak without lowering the shields “Wraithlings.... what brings me the ‘pleasure’ of your company...if you have need of me could you not wait till I’m close to midnight reverie where the mist would shield me from these rays?” The shadow vamp shook his head and Menelaus sighed, another reason why he didn’t like them, they had no patience. “Very well, but I’m sure Damien won’t be pleased that a powerful two thousand year old vampire strolling onto his grounds with out introduction?” “We care not...follow.... the portal awaits” the vampire spoke telepathically to Menelaus “Fine open it then... He followed them in and when he emerged it was already dark, though for him the travel felt like seconds. He bushed invisible lint off his long velvet jacket it was black like most of his clothes were but frothy white lace spilled from the folded over cuffs he looked up and was almost startled to see mortal’s staring at him, he had to admit he stood out. His imposing six foot five height and ankle length silver white hair a stunning contrast to his darkly tanned completion, Egyptian tattoos curved under his almost glowing green eyes and slightly down his high cheekbones. Menelaus liked attention, especially if it came from mortals they; like white roses and painting were his weakness and he preened under their attention for a few minutes, then gave them a good natured smile to set them at ease, forgetting that the action flashed his fangs. And they jumped to attention and went back to work. “ahhh what fascinating creatures these mortals be” he murmured to him self and followed the shadow walkers that beckoned him toward the ball room.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 9:40 pm
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Vie lie slumbering on his seventeenth century four-poster bed. A digital clock on a solid-oak desk adjacent the bed showed 6:58 p.m. Those who worked for Vie in his Paris Château found it odd that such a young man would sleep the day away. He would always respond with a chuckle. “I manage a computer company in the Silicon Valley, it’s early there.” This was usually followed with a statement that it must be beautiful in California and why he just didn’t pack up and move there. Again he would chuckle his familiar boyish laugh and would reply, “But it is so beautiful here, and I could never get myself to leave my home.” This was almost always enough to get the questions to cease, at lest until he hired new help.
Christophe was different. Christophe was different in that he knew Vie’s deepest secret. Vie was a Vampire. ‘Simple as that,’ Christophe thought as he walked down the long hallway towards Vie’s room. Of course he knew that it wasn’t so much ‘simple’ as it was ‘fact.’ ‘And people,’ Christophe knew, ‘liked to simplify things to the point were facts were no longer facts.’ This suited Christophe fine, he didn’t want anyone to know Monsieur Vie’s secret.
Christophe entered Vie’s room, as he did every night, to help him in whatever way he needed for the night. He didn’t mind the change three years ago to the nocturnal lifestyle; though for different reasons then he had now. Then it was for the money and the accommodations. Christophe went quite literally from rags to riches. From living on the streets, where Vie had found him, to living in a mansion with a monthly allowance of €20’000. In the span of three years Christophe had grown fond of Vie; thinking of him as somewhat of an older brother, though a smaller one.
The clock turned to 7:00 p.m. and Christophe smiled to himself. ‘Right on time.’ A silky white hand reached out from under the plush blankets that covered the bed and punched the ‘alarm’ button. “Is it seven already?” Vie asked, knowing that Christophe was there, awaiting his orders.
“Indeed it is, Monsieur.” Christophe replied, a smirk creeping up on his face. Vie asked this every night, and Christophe would reply the same. Their morning ritual.
“So, Christophe, what have we planned for tonight, anything interesting on the news?” Vie asked, knowing that Christophe would know what he was implying.
“Monsieur, you have reservations at the Midnight Reverie.”
“Is that tonight?” Vie inquired, sitting up. “Time surely does fly, doesn’t it Christophe? Then I suppose I should get ready. Get me my blue vest and white breeches Christophe; the ones with the matching silver lining. And of course I’ll we wearing my decorative silver rapier, this is my first attendance at the ball.” It was his father that was usually in attendance at the Midnight Reverie. Though his father had grown tired and had asked that his son be able to take his place. It seemed that they had accepted the offer, as the following year a letter had arrived stating that he was invited.
Vie crawled his way out of bed and touched his bare feet to the floor. The lush blue carpet felt warm beneath his feet as he made his way to his closet. His ‘closet’ was actually the next room that he had converted to a closet. Living for centuries, one had a way of collecting clothes. Vie stopped himself in front of a mirror and looked at his nude form. He was short, standing at 5’4”; but he could pass off for nineteen. Though, looking at his eyes, you could see every bit of his three-hundred and sixty-seven years. Eyes had a funny way of doing that; like a window to centuries of knowledge.
Christophe handed Vie what he requested and stood there as Vie began to change. Christophe had one rule to follow, when Vie was in the Château, Christophe was never to leave his side unless so ordered.
The last few items that Vie put on were his silver rapier and his three silver rings. Ever since he was a child Vie had been obsessed with silver anything. Perhaps this is why Vie survived a Vamperic adolescence where other’s didn’t. He had one fewer weakness. Through hundreds of years of living on his own with few company of his kind, Vie often forgets that most Vampires have an innate weakness to silver.
It was then that a doorway opened on the opposing wall in the depths of his closet, and a Vampire walked out. He was handsome enough, long black hair and stern blue eyes. He spoke no words, but instead motioned for Vie to follow before he returned into the doorway.
“Well, I best be off.” Vie said to Christophe, placing a quick peck on his cheek. “He doesn’t seem like the kind I should cross. Keep the house in good shape, I’ll miss you terribly.” With that, Vie stepped through the doorway and into the shadow world.
The place was dark, even for a vampire. A chill ran up Vie’s back as he located the black haired vampire. After a few seconds, he opened up another doorway, this one opened up into the reception area of the Midnight Reverie. Turning to ask the other where he should go, Vie noticed that he continued to walk down a hallway. “I guess I should continue to follow you than.”
He lead Vie into a room with high ceilings and marble floors. Paintings neatly lined the perimeter of the room. He noted that one of them was of the legendary hero Hercules fighting a lion. Bringing himself around again, Vie saw that he was all alone in this beautiful room. “Ah well, he wasn’t much company anyways. I wonder when the others shall arrive.”
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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