They seemed to stand frozen. They stood so stiff as they stared at her. A new one. A new arrival. As she looked around, the scenery, and all that was covering her and surrounding her altogether, all of her other areas.

And she felt like the most mannequin of the most mannequined person alive. As Cain walked by her, and they entered -- her, smelling the scent of fresh roses and flowers that she inhaled, intricate by the scented tone. Adoring it. She loved it.

And not long, the space changed. She could notice the looks that they threw off at each other.

It seemed that they didn't realize that they were getting too close to each other. As they scurried off, jolted and went off into their own circle.

And some of them --as they did -gave off the stares that they give off to her and to each other, and maybe some of the maids that maybe had escaped their fate of misery-- out of their jobs, or out of fear, after they've served their trays, had them empty and or had put on them on the sides of the tables, which made with satin and the whitest fabric she'd ever seen with both of her eyes. But they would sincerely, seemly would like to get the job done quickly, noticing the stares or looks that the immortals would bring to them as they walked around, poised in their costumes of black and white. Like a maiden from another era, perhaps humans had another thing to their beauty, now she had a vampire of a vision of both eyes.

As they've done their part-- through the night of the evening, she didn't doubt they would ignore them once they went out of sight after they left.

They all looked like incubus. Incubuses and Succubuses, made to kill, perform, and even perform an act of their thrivingness of individuality.

Their cloak. It oozed of something she'd never seen, nor felt before. It was something odd.. new, and it suited them all the well, altogether there they were Lords and ladies of the richest person alive.

Afraid.

That was a first. Of but it was sincerely no time for horror as she was mostly shocked.

As she stared down at her ring of an engaged-

and already married,

Cain added in her mind.

-engangement --It didn't feel at all a strange anymore.

On her finger, nor that familiar.

Being married to another vampire, who's name was Cain. As well as now her mother who had disappeared once they'd arrived together. She had disappeared into somewhere and lurched off on her own, maybe finding some snacks-- well all they had were desserts, and fancy, tiny cupcakes that would fill up a whole platform of google.

And she wasn't exaggerating.

Maybe this wasn't the best time to look for her.

As she looked over to see Cain chattering in a circle and talking to one another. And that she was now married. She sighed. Alone.

Now. As usual.

The humans; and an easy prey it might look like to them, as they might look like an easy creature to allure, mostly the men.

Who knows- maybe they secretly have some sort of superpower. Compared to the wretched, evil vampires, to her, humans would be the first choice out of all things. Vampires, which had themselves surrounded by their figure of a stature. Who she deemed more elegant than the Russian vampire citizens she'd seen when she'd went.

If they were weaker, they might kill them. The humans. And if not for so a light of hope that they'd stay alive and see to see the outside world.

They looked far too different. She'd thought, observing at a first thought that she had.

Far too poised and a different stature, of which she sensed their vibes, and very much different than any of all the vampires she'd ever seen before. Especially Renesmee, compared to all of them, it couldn't be compared. Mistakenly, she would say she was like a princess rather than intimidating nobles who would feel like they were going to rip your head out with their bare hands.

They gave out such vibes, such frequencies from their bodies that she thought that they were 'gods.' Or a whole other being from a different place. She didn't want to get close to them. It just probably ran through their blood. Maybe. A first thought, what they gave was a menace of royalty, she couldn't even look at them much longer, to even comprehend. They were all wild, and gorgeously primed.

With their suits on and their black, cobalt and dark costumes, sometimes in an array of shade that she was much too impressed to even fathom, that they exuded a more adult --- attentive side to them. She wouldn't know what to do if someone came and brought her in a conversation. And a caution that they bring off. She wouldn't want to get near them- she didn't know how to. But she would like to talk and chatter about the endless things she'd always dreamed and felt like talking.

The vibe they eluded, as they walked and gathered, did as they munched, chattered, and with their poise as they did --gathering with their own circle, and as she looked around, they looked like they were hungry for them. For the humans. Silently searching as if someone would just come, some mortal to pass by them and they would give them the slickiest of smiles.

Maybe they'd lure them into their trap if they had the chance, and when everything seemed serene, quiet and the most disposable of times they would secretly cage them forever to suck their blood. And to suck their souls out of them and make them their slaves.

It exists. She saw them once before. On a night like this. Her mind slyly reminded.

Envy.

She noticed. Present in their eyes as they observed at each other. Looked, with their eyes as she noticed, that the bright colors of their eyes, they way they looked at each other, walked and the sounds of their voice as they talked, hushed at the corners. Even polite, or even at the center of the space, they way they dress and their facial traits of what gorgeousness they were born with -- to what of which she had had-- similarly, not just too long ago, and of which no history she was proud of.

No idea, of what her ancestors of looked like, she didn't even bother to wonder, and that all their attributes, not mentioning their youth and immortality, --of all their traits that were special to their own. And it was a shame.

That they couldn't see that as they observed and sized each other down.

From the top to the bottom of their toe, as they looked away in disgust as they went on.

She looked around again, and she saw, the ones who looked tall, intimidating and a whole lot of pride with their status, was seen arguing, and a bicker over, and what Grand Master, the leader and the true heir of the clan had a murmur with his attendance. Talking.

He seemed to had his eyes sharp as he was moving his lips, almost bickering.

They had something on their faces. Masks. Ordinarily, normal. Most of which some of them tried to hold their expressions back, perhaps in a way to not offend the Master, they had called them. Some of them talked about him, cherish him, exalt him, and she ever wondered what he looked like-- or how handsome he was. She was staring right at him.

And she swore she'd heard Cain clear his throat from afar.

She had wondered if the Master was kind. Kind enough, or had them killed.

As she could see, the difference in status. Oddly enough as she stood as a bystander.

As the vampires stood in line. In 2 different sections. On the right, the evident, formal vampires were tall and proud with their porcelain skin.
And across them stood the warm colored skin. Like the sun, the warm breeze of Autumn or even the paining of a scenery of a beach itself. Some of them were more tanner than others, and others a sweetly expression on their faces. Like a flower blooming in spring.

She looked away.

And at the other, most times, she took note, that they mixed in and meddled, and she could see, noticed how the formidable vampires would scooch away after their play and avoid themselves from being touched or even so as get in a parameter of the other cluster. To touch from even the slightest air. As so they seemed calmer, as they would stare right at them as they almost scrunched and see them turn away.

She assumed. More natured, more knowledgable and more matured than anything other. And all the most powerful. She should stop thinking about it.

Some probably of the evil royals have slaves under their belt to use and serve their dirty deeds of business.

Her inner thought conceded and let out the most inner thought of her fear. And of her that was still functioning.

Alive

She could feel-- there were humans. A lot more than she had sensed to be, than what they were supposed to. Were they supposed to be or even work here? Some of the maids were looking so scared they would piss their pants off. Some of the younger ones. And were even so scared as to look the taller- black cloaked ones in the eyes. Stink eyes. That was only natural. As they could only walk and bow briskly of that they did. And as of what it probably was, they would gladly be here for something-- perhaps money and pay.

She might have to check on them later.

The kitchen. She could smell something sweet from it.

She wondered As to what would make them think such a way, as they wouldn't so much look at them for either another second. As they turned and grimaced.

Maybe they loathed so much at them inside. And she felt bad, for the maids -- the humans that were not so given as much as a choice but to work, and maybe a penny for their living, and the thoughts that they would be working amongst vampires. She wondered if they were even worried at all. Or if they were once poisoned. She looked away.

Maybe it'll be a whole lot worse, for outsiders. Her mind added to the thought.

She was a vampire now.

She didn't have that much memory-- much like them, it seemed. An exciting, precious memory, just fragments of being a human before being turned upside down. Except when receiving gifts. Cain. As she looked to him from afar, as he noticed and gave her so much as a slight glance at her before he continued to chatter.

Rude.

The butler, she observed, seemed to be calm. The servers and the waited carried their jobs like a pro. And different from the others. He would be welcome and smile with a cheerful facility - and she wondered ever so likely where he came from.

She had thought -- that he had chosen the right people along the way, all the butlers that he had chosen to bring trays, courtesy or even serve the guests as they came along. She looked away.

As she grew stale, at the picture of the butler bringing out a tray of poisoning glasses. Of what seemed to be the skulls plastered on the glass. She did not deemed it to be the right kind of blood to feed. Based on the faces the other vampires surrounding it were making, they seemed to be hungry-filled. It seemed all so unfamiliar, that they would be seemingly glad to die to have a tiny drop of it. What was it? She was curious, and she wanted to know herself.

All the while the butlers and waiters carried their trays and goblets and glasses full of the red liquid, they were seemingly glad to have a taste of the liquid, churning in their stomachs while staring at it like maniacs.

Their posture stood tall as they did-- still. And proud over themselves, as they looked tall as they took a glass as they did -- They still looked gorgeous. Gorgeous as ever. And maybe forever. She looked away.

There seemed to be something going on. Their eyes. She noticed, As she did. It was a different eye color of an array of a color of two. A red, and white. Of Silver and Red. The reddest of Blood. Maybe not standing so close to each other.

Was it from the wine?

She ignored the wine she was holding in her hand, probably churning for her to drink, and while it swayed as she moved or turned her head to the other side.

Only possible for her to notice as they just did, that an unfamiliar, clad in black group of people started to march onto both sides of the room.

And after, a grimace, a sort of unpleasantness reaction that they had just finished theirs that it caught some of the vampires' attention.

They wore formal clothes. A set- or what could be said a group of people. As they barraged through the doors and with their masks on-- themely black dotted like butterflies, as they walked- marched and entered into the room and seemingly heading towards the center, of the stage of the podium. That most of them disappeared behind the curtain and only one left behind, as he smiled at the crowd as a few heads turned to him, that he stood with a posture with both hands behind his back, and he swayed over his gaze over the crowd, Averithe noticing that he was about to announce something.

A costume and always seemed to be a theme, she would not gladly miss, a vampire, seeming to be born of cloak pure black and the inner side which was colored red. Always. At the colors of large and a duvet around the neck, as if another limb of its body.

It's time.." Cain whispered in her ears.

'To meet the Grand Master- the Highest Origin of the Vampire cult. The first. The Original. We welcome the Grand Master. ' Someone announced. That she saw a person on the farest podium that someone stood, with a suit and the silverest of microphones she'd ever seen, standing and announcing, while heads turned and whispers hushed down while he did.

You better behave.

He echoed in her head.

"Master, your Royal Highness." The man spoke, curtsied a bit as he bowed. "Has arrived this evening to welcome you all to attend the royal ball of the night. Tonight's theme will be 'Masquerade. That will be all." He announced, as he slightly did a slight bow, that-- and Averithe thought she heard a slight accent in his word. But she shrugged it off, she was probably imagining it.

As he greeted, that a man raised his hand and waved it against the applauding crowd, that he did against the cheering of applauses, echoing across the room. And that he grinned as he glazed his eyes across the room and met with hers for a second, before he moved to Cain. And of course, he knew him.

"Pleased to be here, Grand Master." Cain greeted, as he did to a slight bow with a hand on his shoulder.

They seemed to call him that way.

"Nice to meet you to." She followed along as he turned to her.

Or that was what she overheard of. Or of by what the chatters she had heard inside her head. It was a formal thing to call, and what to call of him.

Calling him by his birth name would be rude, rumors said.

She had a slight feeling that if they did, they would have their heads chopped off on a wooden board. She swallowed.

She looked away. And smiled when he brought his eyes to her. She would seldomly heard the terms of exquisite, refined, and.. expensivity..

If she were ever forced to describe the man in front of him.

"Likewise." He replied, as he joined them and saw the scenery to be bright, to Averithe, the grand ball.. was far too large. "I was glad both of you could make it here." But she enjoyed it. The place, the vibe, the wine. She could smell wine from afar. She wanted it.

As she looked around, to see a few people looking at them, or mostly at her as she had her hands crossed at the front of her dress. And she didn't know what they were talking about.

"Nice to see you here today, and well-dressed.." He spoke.

"Yes. Likewise." He responded.

And he seemed so royalty like, a drastic change that it almost made her eyes pucker, or head blown off like a headlight.

"And, who might you be, miss-?" He asked. A question that was not a miss for her to hear. It was a 'mutual question.

"I am Averithe." She held out a hand. And that might be a mistake.

As he seemed intrigued, and obliged at the first offer. Shaking her, with so much force she would gladly disguise her hands invisibly.

She smiled.

She'd never do that again.