The Ball of New Times

[Sara]

A few centuries past, balls had been sources of communication and gathering. They were created in order to form alliances, and for ladies of noble birth to gain a husband and a better life. These days, balls were like discos, or were created for strategic movements. They were common still, but in so many ways had they changed.

The Ball of New Times, was solemnly created and thought of by Victor, the King of all Vampires. He had grown terribly powerful over the past few years, and still yet remained obsessed with the domination of the world. The source of hatred for lycans pushing him to control their race, and the humans resistance to his commands fuelled the fire that made him want the power even more.

His Queen, Sara lingered around the premises outfitted in a black and silver. She checked all security and made sure everything was set in place. Many rumours about her had risen lately, and many wondered whether she was a hybrid for possessing unmatched powers by other vampires. Both her and Victor knew the truth behind that.

The Ball was open to all, allies and foe, for common purposes of seeing what was out there, numbers and such. Based in a large mansion within the US, The Ball was situated. It was the eve before Halloween, and the night sky had not one single cloud, except that, which glided slowly across the moon.

The Mansion was not, anywhere near the main headquarters of the vampires, and there was no way it could be tracked. The mansion was surrounded by miles of lucernes fields. The path to the mansion, was lit by a dozen or so lights, and all areas around it were secured by “officers”.

These “officers” were vampires trained in all areas, to keep the premises under control. Not one weapon, even a fork was allowed within the premises, and everything was searched before entering. The reason behind it, was security. The invasion of vampires and lycans was the reason for the tight security. In disguise many of those whom participated in The Ball of New Times, were vampires. But this was not to be a massacre. No-one was permitted to die on these premises, not one single drop of blood of living blood would be shed this night. All safety measures were taken, and all ways to access the mansion were blocked.

To get in you’d have to pass a rather large guard of officers, to get out, it was the same. If you carried anything seen as a weapon, you were turned away and threatened, or so would face consequences. It was to be an interesting night. No-one not even the Vampire Queen knew what Victor had planned for this night.

[Julie]

Julie and a few vampires of the Lemure clan who had followed her appeared beneath one of the lights that illuminated the path to the hall where the ball was held. She shortly looked around, it seemed she was one of the first who arrived, or maybe most already were inside the mansion. On the path hardly any creatures, whether vampires nor werewolves, could be seen around. She slowly walked towards the mansion, and at the entrance was checked for weapons or any other items that would cause damage in any form, endanger anyone on the ball. They could not find anything, neither on Julie's guards, and let them pass.
She had come alone, without Rickter. She was not sure if he would follow, coming later, or would not find any time to come at all. Dangerous times these were, and they had to be cautious. But still, neither could the Lemure clan totally ignore an invitation of the vampire king himself, this was why Julie came. She now entered the hall, and looked around at the inventory, the scenery, the decoration, but most of all if there would be any persons she knew and would like to chat with.

[Pete]

The boy walked briskly down the street leading to the mansion where the ball was to be held. It was an odd sight, Pete without jeans and a hoodie. He wore an all black suite, black tie, black jacket, black everything. He refused to wear dress shoes, choosing instead the familiar pair of worn sneakers. He reminded himself to thank Mikel for letting him borrow the suite.

Walking down the dark path, he couldnt help but feel he was beig watched. He relinquished his backpack to the guards at the entrance. The invitation stated that there were to be no weapons, but then again if a fight broke out, he doubted he would need a weapon... being a lycan had its perks. The backpack contained all of his worldly belongings, the gun he was given by Xhel, his hunting knife, and all of his clothes, it was awkward to be separated from it.

Of course the thought that this might be a trap entered Pete's mind. Why would the King of Vampires invite his enemies to a formal event? Oh well. It seemed none of the other Lycans had made it yet, until they did he would just mingle with the Vampires. After all, they couldnt be that boring. He really did stick out like a sore thumb, the only people occupying the enormous ballroom were a group of Vampires, grouped tightly together, and Pete. He mentaly sighed before walking up to one of the Vapires, she seemed to be in charge of the others. He held out his hand and introduced himself. "Hey, I'm Pete."

[Namir Black]

Namir slipped out of the lucernes fields, the short bushes tickling her calf as she held up her charcoal and grey silken dress. It was the only dress she had, and it'd been given to her by Auron, despite its memories she decided it was most fitting to wear tonight. She shifted the bag that was on her shoulder, it carried her shoes and her ID just in case. As she was now, she was wearing her boots, not the torturous garments of oppression that were in her bag, high heels.. Cringing at the thought, she continued her walk towards the mansion that was growing in size as she neared it. Preemptively she reached down and unhooked her ankle strap containing her assortment of knives and the vials of holy water that she always kept on her person. Now her ankle felt bewildered without it, she hadn't been without her blades in months, and felt slightly vulnerable without it, as to not let the vampires sense her feeling, she exhumed her regular confidence. Quickly she slipped on her heels and reluctantly ditched her scuffed boots, slipping them in her bag, holding up her shoulders, and continued on.
Namir walked up to the guards gracefully and handed them her bag, flashing a charming smile and wishing them a good night as she continued in up the concrete walk to the mansion. Her stomach churned a little, she could smell the vampires from here, this was going to be an interesting night. She hoped that Jarrod was following somewhere, but she never knew. Entering the grand ball room, she saw a familiar blonde head in a group of tempestuous vampires. He really did stick out. Her heels clicked gently on the marble floor as she walked up behind him, and tapped his shoulder. Hello, Pete.
Her eyes went wide with surprise as she took in her progenitor. Pete looked totally different, she'd never seen him look so nice before. The suit smelled of cigar smoke and fine cologne, immediately she knew where it came from. A smile graced her lipsticked lips, it surprised her that he'd even speak to him, much less borrow his clothes. "Nice suit," she commented to him. Then turned to survey the crowd for anyone else she knew.

[Lyrah]

A white form cut through the night sky. Like an angel descending from above, the large white nightingale fluttered near the house. Through her many sources, Lyrah had heard rumors of a ball that was to take place. She had instantly been interested. Her intruigue had been furthered when she heard it was a peaceful ball for all comers to attend, both lycan and vampire. She had longed to discover the main players in this growing war; to judge their strengths and weaknesses, figure out who were the biggest enemies. Despite the fact that no fighting was supposed to take place, a keen observer could most certainly deduce which parties were enemies of each other. This was the main reason Lyrah had come. Throughout the years constantly seducing men had become a bit boring, to say the least. So Lyrah had become a gatherer of information and had specified her targets to benefit her in the best way possible. She suspected that if all went well, she would gain priceless information about all the races and how they interacted. No weapons were allowed at this ball; Lyrah respected that and vowed to herself to not use her greatest weapon: her song. She carried no actual weapon, for she had no need of one. Circling the house, she could see that not many had arrived yet. Lyrah was a vain and proud being; if she made an entrance she wished for it to be a spectacular one. So for now she just flew overhead unremarkably, searching the fields for any who might arrive.

[Draco]

The jeep stopped at the gates of the mansion and a guard approached. The window rolled down so the guard could speak to the driver.
"May I see your invitation?"
The man held out a piece of decorated paper which the guard nodded at and waved the car on. The driver parked the jeep and quickly opened the back passenger doors, bowing as he did. A figure appeared and grinned, dressed in his usual white shirt and leather jacket combination, a pair of sunglasses on his face and black leather trousers. Draco never dressed up or down.
"Nice place." He muttered.
The other doors opened and two other men dressed in a similar style stepped out, following Draco, never stepping ahead of him, unless to open a door.

He walked up a few steps to the large front door and one of his men opened it for him to step in. There were a few already here, including Lycans. He could smell them a mile away and sneered a little at the smell. They were filth and needed to be eliminated, but he knew his place tonight and was here to see what the King wanted with his company.

Draco quickly spotted the queen and upon eyecontact bowed his head respectfully to her and walked further inside to claim an area for his group. The three vampires he had brought were there for protection, but also intimidation. Each was a few inches shorter then Draco, but equally well built. They were his elite. Taking a seat in a large red leather chair he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and began slowly smoking, reading the room.

[Mikel]

Mikel had received an invitation. It had been sent to his home in New Zealand, but he was in New York when those at his home had received the letter. That had sent it to him and he, being the man that he was, was more than willing to attend such an occasion. Finally, there was something elegant for him to attend. It had been a while since he had been to a ball. The last time he had been to one was in the 1700’s in London. It was quite a beautiful sight to see. Buckingham palace was a beautiful place indeed. The mansion that this ball was to be held in would not be so grand, but times had changed and Mikel had learned to adapt rather well. So this would be the first ball he had been to in quite some time. He did wonder who else would be attending because he the invitation that he had received to not specify the other guests or even who else had been invited. Either way, Mikel was still eager and ready.

Mikel was taken to the mansion in a white limo. He liked white limos rather than black ones because white stood out more and black were awfully redundant. A man came around to open the door for Mikel. His infamous cane was placed on the ground before his feet. His hand held the silver lion head that formed the crest of the cane. Mikel then stood up out of the limo and the man shut the door behind him. Anyone that had been there before him could tell that Mikel was the sort of person that belonged at these kinds of functions. He was dressed in an elegant dark blue suite. It was all dark blue, no other color, even his shoes were the same color blue. Mikel was a man that believed in doing things entirely and his wardrobe proved that. Mikel looked at the mansion and nodded his head. It was of good size and this ball would be elegant indeed. That would be a good thing. Mikel did enjoy elegance and beauty in everything.

Mikel walked towards the mansion, walking on the red carpet that had been laid out for the guests. His cane clicked on the ground as he walked. He reached the entry place and looked at all of the guards that ha d comes out to secure the ball. There were a great many of them and that was sort of unusual. Something wasn’t right about the whole situation but Mikel was not going to leave. This was an important event and he was not going to miss this. He was just going to be on his guard. The guards searched Mikel thoroughly, but he had no weapons. The men were a bit skeptical of his cane, but Mikel always carried it and no one was going to take away someone’s cane. Mikel was let through and he walked to the mansion with a smile. Mikel entered the room, looking at all those that had already entered the mansion. He didn’t recognize anyone immediately. Time to make introductions then.

[Perrin]

Perrin's hair whipped about in the wind as he sat on his favourite chopper, he was dressed in white formal shirt that had a black spiral pattern running down the left side of the shirt, formal shoes and a pair of black pin stripped trousers. Perrin pulled back the throttle and flicked the bike up a gear; around the next corner he saw the mansion in all its glory.

Coming to a stop he left the bike idling as he got off to be searched, they found nothing on him as he respected the conditions of the invitation and carried no weapons. Once on his bike he drove it up the large driveway, parking it not to far from the entrance. Turning the bike off he put the keys in his pocket and walked towards the large doors, he was met by a rush of warm, scented air. The main room was huge and many of the furniture had obviously been removed to make room for the ball.

Perrin's eyes darted around the room he recognised Namir and Pete from when they had crossed paths in Paris but the others he did not recognise. Like all good balls there were waiters walking around the room offering people drinks, Perrin took a glass of champagne off a tray bearing waiter that happened pass him.

Perrin noticed a young looking man standing to his left with an intricate cane in his hand and decided to go introduce himself. Perrin appeared at the mans side with his glass half empty. "Thought there would have been a few more people" he said before offering his hand. "Names Perrin."

[Mikel]

Mikel was still looking at the party and at the guests from the party when a young man came up to him and introduced himself as Perrin. That was an interesting name and it took Mikel a little while to place it origin. He should have been able to place it rather quickly and he scolded himself for not thinking of it sooner. He was a fellow kiwi. The accent sort of had its effect as well. Mikel smiled and extended his hand, taking Perrin’s in a firm handshake. Mikel believe in a firm handshake rather than loose one. It showed that the person was assertive and frankly, just manly. “Mikel. Mikel Machnerum, Wellington New Zealand. I believe you are from the same place?” Mikel asked, inquiring as to if his assumption was correct about Perrin’s birthplace.

[Perrin]

"Indeed. I'm from Dunedin." Perrin said releasing his hand from the handshake and looking at the other guests that stood around the room. "Small world when two kiwis meet up in the middle of America." Perrin said with a smile, glad to have something in common with Mikel. "You recognise anyone else here?" Perrin inquired, more making idle conversation than anything else. He was hoping more people would arrive to make the night more exciting, if not then the more alcohol there was for him.

[Mikel]

Mikel nodded his head at Perrin's answered. He smiled as Perrin confirmed his assumption. "Smaller than you would think." Mikel said calmly and then looked around at the rest of the room. He shook his head and looked at Perrin once more and shook his head again. "No, not currently. However, i do believe that there will be more guests here. Hopefully there will be. I do see that they have refreshments," Mikel said, beckoning towards the drink in Perrin's hand. Mikel was not too much of a drinking man. If he was going to drink something he was going to drink a form of wine. He was not going to degrade himself to drinking beer or any other kind of alcohol. He wondered what kind of food they had.

[Sara]

Sara watched people enter. She sensed lycans, many lycans. However, this was not a night to be against them. She stood near the gate, watching alertly. If things were to be monitored it was here. Where Victor was, was another thing. Sara really could not be bothered to find him. If she tried, she would not succeed within a week, there were too many places he could be.

In the hall, it was arranged with food, and seats to one side. Food was from all over the world, with many beverages to satisfy the thirsty kind. None had opened or tampered with. A stage where a singer and a band slowly played requested music, just in the background. The lights were bright, assuring there were no shadows or hiding places. It was to be a peaceful night to Sara’s knowledge, and she truly hoped Victor had no evil ideas up his sleaves.

She assured the guards at the gate, that they were doing a fine job and to keep up with it. They would be rewarded. Unlike others, she granted her servants and under-beings privileges for obeying her. She did not like the idea of placing fear into those, to follow her. She more liked the idea of defeating them, or buying loyalty.

She made her way to the hall, feeling slightly dizzy. She blamed that on trying to use her mind to sense whom had turned up. She knew Julie had arrived, she did not mind Julie. Being a fellow vampire had nothing to do with that. Perhaps it was because they shared similar ideas and opinions. Sara had her hair freshly cut, just below her shoulders and worse it out, so it framed her face. Her gown was pure black, and flowed against her prominent figure. Her earrings were a false but dazzling silver, with tear drop diamonds hanging from the silver.

She stood near the entrance for sometimes, before she moved over to the table of beverages, and took up some red wine. Placing it against her immortal lips, and letting the red liquid flow through them. She let a stray eye take a turn about the room, to see whom else had arrived. Most faces, did not hit the resemblance spot, but it barely bothered her.

[Perrin]

Perrin held up the glass as if he hadn't even noticed he held it. "Luckily they do" Perrin said taking another sip of the champagne. Perrin relished in the fruity flavour of the quality champagne though he much preferred a cold beer or perhaps an old favourite of his; gin and tonic. Another person entered the room, dressed in black she caught his eye as she moved towards the table lined with beverages and helped herself to a glass of red wine. Perrin returned his attention back to Mikel. “I have run into a couple of these people before” Perrin motioned towards Namir and Pete, “I ran into them in Paris not to long ago, another example of how small this world is. “ Perrin said finishing the last of the champagne in his glass. “Want a drink?” Perrin inquired as he was about to head over to collect another one for himself.

[Vincent Valentine]

Vincent watched at the mansion from afar, he had to decide, if he should trust the vampires for one night, which was a hard decision, for he hated the vampires above all, a few minutes later he had decided, he chose to trust the vampires for a couple hours, thus approaching the mansion.

As he got into the mansion, approached the bar and ordered a Guinness(Irish beer), then he scanned the area.

[Mikel]

Mikel also saw Sara enter the building and he caught his eye. She had a very sophisticated look about her. Mikel did enjoy those that understood how to be classy. Those that didn’t, well they had to be eliminated. Mikel couldn’t help but be a little bit prejudice against those that didn’t even care to become higher class and do something with their lives. Mikel was thankful that this woman did not appear to be of lower class. Perrin pointed to Namir and Pete and Mikel smiled as he recognized them. “Yes, I met them before as well, but only for a short time. Personally I think the boy is a bit young to be attending such events, but perhaps I am mistaken,” Mikel said, “I’m usually not.” He whispered to himself, smiling slightly. “Namir does tidy up pretty well I must say.” Mikel said, looking at Namir for a moment, “The last time I saw her she was wearing but street clothes.” Mikel said with a smile and then turned to Perrin, “I will take Merlot if they have it. Aged fifteen years at least please.” Mikel said calmly.